[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

Oulos started to develop a new hobby in the VVIP mental hospital, playing dead.

The pale face, thin and cold body, and the brief shock really frightened a large number of nurses at the beginning, and they almost ran out screaming.

However, when a patient's frequency of self-harm increases significantly, the startle also becomes habituated.

Gradually, they were able to push the shocked Olos to carry out daily checkups in a very calm posture. Even if the patient had not eaten for three days and three nights, they could "calmly" give her rapid-fire nutritional supplements.

In fact, as long as they ensure the safety of Miss Holmes' life, even if the lady is missing an arm or a leg, it doesn't matter to them.

In the end, Olos became depressed.

Maybe it's just too boring.Maybe... because of despair.

Every time in the dead of night, her mood always starts to be in a trance, and her sleep is very restless, like a kind of torture, in her sleep, she keeps repeating the past "sadness" or even "pain" thing.

From the previous life to this life, every ending is death, and after every death, the dream will return to that sad past again.

Sometimes, the sobbing will start incessantly in sleep.It faintly felt as if there was such a person, looking down at her indifferently, but holding her heart in his hand, stirring it constantly.

When she opened her eyes, the empty room, the snow-white curtains, and her heart were so empty.

Even sometimes, she would feel that life is so boring, in those countless lonely late nights, she used her own hands to pinch her own neck, but she couldn't do it after all.

Oulos began to lose weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her pale skin looked bloodless. If she wasn't still breathing, you would think she was a dead person.

Her sleep began to take longer and longer, and everyone began to worry that this young lady would really have such a day that she would never wake up again after falling asleep.

"I am Snow White," she said.

But she didn't have seven dwarfs, so she drew seven graves on a blank sheet of paper, and these were graves without names, and no one would lie in them.

The "queen" hiding in the dark gave her a big red apple, she couldn't resist the temptation and took a bite, and she...was going to die.

Mycroft Holmes has a serious expression, a straight chest and a full forehead, holding a small black umbrella in his hand, iron-gray deep eyes, a gloomy face, an awe-inspiring and fearful aura, which makes people Can not help but nervous.

Dean Ed was very gracious to open the way for him, and even sent a soft and clean towel.

Most of his trouser legs were wet from the rain outside, and his cuffs were a little messy, looking dusty.

With a sullen face, he wiped the rainwater off his body methodically, but his steps didn't stop at all.

"how is she?"

"The state is a little weak, we have already given her nutritional supplements."

His right hand tightly held a long-handled black umbrella, and the veins on his hand could almost be seen.

"Bring me a bowl of noodle soup."

When Mycroft saw his sister lying on the bed with a pale face like a corpse, he couldn't describe the fury he felt to stay here, he wished he could kick the door twice feet, and then send all these people to Iraq.

He spent a lot of energy and money, is this how his sister is cared for?

Ten thousand pounds a month results in - malnutrition.

Oulos seemed to be awakened by the sound of footsteps, she slowly opened her eyes, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, and shouted: "My prince, are you finally here?"

McCoff looked deeply at his sister, calmed down his emotions, and showed a smile that he thought was very sincere, but in fact it was very weird.

"Get well soon, my princess."

"I'm dying."

Mycroft bent over, frowned, and tried to soften his tone.

"Olos, you'll be fine."

Oulos curled her lips, a hint of playfulness appeared on her pale face: "Oh, my name is not Oulos, I am Snow White."

"I ate--"

Oulos frowned, swallowed with some difficulty, and said sullenly: "I feel a little uncomfortable."

She pointed to her heart and looked sadly at the prince in front of her.

"You need something to eat, you must be very hungry, poor little one."

Olos looked at him bewilderedly, as if thinking about the authenticity of his words.

"I ate the queen's poisoned apple, and I'm dying, so I can stop eating."

She frowned again, touched her stomach, and said coquettishly: "But my stomach is really hungry." She raised her arm, which was full of miserable marks, she was going to eat it alone?

Oulos thought for a while, as if making a major decision, she asked tentatively: "I heard that the prince's kiss can save me, would you kiss me?"

Someone once commented on McCoff like this.

He is an extremely principled person, he is even willing to give his life for his principles, he thinks this is his dignity.

In a fight, he can achieve the interests of the majority at the expense of the interests of the few with extreme rationality and no guilt.

He will never kill anyone, and he will never allow his hands to be covered with blood, but... if it is a dummy's hand, then that's fine.

Once it is something he believes, even if it is wrong, he will go on without hesitation.

"Sorry, I can't kiss you, my princess."

"why?"

"Because I'm your brother."

Olos fell silent again.

The whole room was so quiet that the sound of breathing could be heard until there was a knock on the door outside.

"Sir, your face."

Mycroft glanced at Oulos, then got up to get the noodles.

"I'm scared."

With his back to Oulos, he paused stiffly, his eyes dimmed.

"Will you take me away?"

"elder brother."

She jokingly said: "I will eat myself if this goes on."

Mycroft closed his eyes slightly.

He felt that he was cruel enough, but when he turned his head, he saw the tear-stained face.

In the past, she never cried easily.

He suddenly thought that a long time ago, Olos was actually very close to him. She was beautiful since she was a child, and she was uniquely intelligent, while he was... indifferent...fat, but she always pulled his cuff and called out affectionately own brother.

That's nasty.

Because he was jealous...because he always thought he was the smartest, but... Olos was the smartest.

He was never willing to give this sister a little... Love, even if she tried every means to please him and help him, it would only make him hate himself more - incompetence.

Her eyes were like a "microscope", watching him carefully, making him fearful and even fearful.

That day, for some reason, she wanted to pester him desperately.

She needed him to stay, but he did have a pretty important awards ceremony (Junior Debating Winner) and...abandoned her.

He knew it was vain.

And after that...she seemed...she didn't pester him anymore, like a "pug dog", she circled around Sherlock all day long, mocking him from time to time.

Later, he found out that it was her birthday...all of us forgot...busy mom and dad...busy him.

And Sherlock invited her to join the pirate ship.

Mycroft turned around, but his vigorous smile appeared stiff and cold, and he said to her in an extremely elegant gesture:

"Oluos, Mom and Dad thought you were dead."

"And you...need to recuperate here."—forever.

His voice was so cold and stiff.

Mycroft looked at her pale cheeks and those hopeful eyes, which gradually lost their original brilliance.

"Olos, my princess."

"—if you like, maybe you can recuperate in a lively place."

Oulos raised her eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"The premise is that you want to eat this bowl of noodles."

At 221B Baker Street, Sherlock sat on the sofa casually, crossed his legs, and speculated lazily but extremely elegantly that his "guest" had a Japanese girlfriend, and then turned his head to see the sofa opposite. surprise.

For his own "proof of presence", Dr. Watson tied a hydrogen balloon to the sofa, and said that this...human head...well, the balloon can completely represent him.

And Sherlock expressed his desire to see him in full, and said that Watson's meaningless words from time to time can relax his nerves for a moment, which helps him concentrate more.

"Hello, you just said that I have a girlfriend."

"Come on, you guys have already broken up."

The uncle who was sitting in the consulting seat smiled, obviously thinking that Sherlock was joking. .

"The tattoo on your arm can mean that you have a girlfriend. You tried to get rid of her, but failed, and ended up living with her memories."

The uncle on the opposite side used a kind of, in fact, this kind of theory is very childish posture, and he didn't know the so-called chuckle, which successfully angered the arrogant detective.

"You have always felt that you are not good enough for your wife, have you?"

"what?"

"You always thought your wife was having an affair, but I feel the need to tell you the truth."

"Your wife is a spy, French, who has been carrying out some kind of espionage in the past while being your wife. Your apartment is opposite the German embassy. Tomorrow the German president will arrive at the embassy as part of a state visit. Your wife will be in charge of injecting him with a docile drug."