[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

Alice wanted to tell Watson more than once that Sherlock didn't die, but she didn't. This was a plan, and the less people knew about it, the better, especially Watson. Death witnesses will become the most important basis for the public to believe that Sherlock died.

Mrs. Hudson donated all of Sherlock's scientific equipment to charity, Watson re-booked a psychologist, and she moved out of 221C.

Everything is as if it has never started, and there is no ripple in it.

In Mycroft's private house.

Alice hugged Sherlock fiercely, letting her tears slide down her cheeks.

"Even... know, it was just a plan, but the moment I saw you fall, my heart was broken."

"That's just a very simple trick." Sherlock raised his eyebrows indifferently, and looked at McCoff. He thought it was necessary for this brother to take this woman away.

"I'm so worried about you, won't you say something nice?" Alice said angrily.

"Watson, are you all right?"

"He is not good."

"Sherlock, aren't you afraid that Watson will blame you?"

"He won't, at most lose his temper."

"Sherlock!" Alice looked relieved when she saw that he still looked embarrassed.

"Is Moriarty really dead?" Mycroft asked Alice with a reserved face.

"I don't know, I can't reach him."

"He's not dead." Sherlock said firmly.

"Whether he died or not, Sherlock, I'm sorry, I..."

"This has nothing to do with you, this is a battle between me and him."

In order to make Sherlock completely disappear from people's eyes, Sherlock had to travel around the world with the help of his brother.

"What is his crime?"

"One day, it will be washed away," Mycroft told her.

Mycroft looked at the back of Alice about to leave, and he finally said what he wanted to say most in his heart: "Aren't you going to stay?"

"Mycroft, we broke up."

Alice turned around, and she tried her best to keep herself calm, she didn't want to cry in front of him again: "We have tried many times. In fact, we are constantly guessing, constantly changing ourselves, and constantly catering to the , not only me, but also you, we are all very tired."

"Our status, personality, IQ...we are destined to not be from the same world."

"I admit that I love you, love you very much, but..."

Mycroft hugged her, his broad shoulders seemed to envelop all of her.

"That's enough."

"Mai, Kao, Husband." Alice looked at him blankly.

"Stay."

"See where we're going?"

"I hope it's forever." Alice paused, looked at McCoff's light-colored eyes, couldn't help but kissed the corner of his mouth.

Alice gently let go of Mycroft's sleeve: "Mycroft, I know you too well."

"So do you think I'll still trust your words? A younger brother who betrayed himself for profit, asks me about Moriarty all the time... I know what you want to do?"

"You are such a skilled actor, I was almost deceived by you." Alice said coldly.

"This is my last statement, Mycroft Holmes. I don't know if Moriarty is dead. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. This is my bottom line. If this is a mistake, I will only I can say I'm sorry."

"And...we, split, hand, already."

Alice stepped on high heels and left McCoff's private house with her head raised.

"Mrs. Hudson, don't be sad." Alice comforted the sad landlady. She would think of Sherlock from time to time, and sometimes she would remind her of Sherlock's past.

"That bastard Sherlock was always marking the table, putting specimens in the freezer, shooting the wall in the middle of the night... that was really infuriating, but he didn't deserve to die."

"I know, Mrs. Hudson."

"Watson hasn't even called...I know he's sad, but...we've been through it together after all."

"I know, Mrs. Hudson." Mrs. Hudson wiped away her tears, looked at Alice and said, "What's the matter with you and Mycroft?"

"You don't seem to have any contact recently?"

"we broke up."

"It just doesn't fit."

"Oh, poor little Alice, don't be sad, he can even show his indifference to the news of his own brother's death."

There was a smile on the corner of Alice's mouth. She had already had a showdown with that man, so she probably wouldn't have any contact with him anymore. Even if she knew, he still paid attention to her, 221C's high surveillance?

Alice smiled wryly.