[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

At 221B Baker Street, Mycroft was playing a surgery game with Sherlock. Sherlock's left eye was obviously bruised. Obviously, he was beaten by someone.

"Mycroft, you have to believe me, the truth may be hidden in an unexpected trip, in a misplaced marriage advertisement... Mommy, you should be very worried about your marriage contract."

"Your move."

Mycroft looked at Sherlock with a smile: "I have already assured the Prime Minister that you will do your best to solve this case."

The surgical game made a harsh buzzing sound, and Mycroft frowned.

"So you promised the Prime Minister that I will try my best to solve this case." Sherlock repeated mockingly.

"It's the same as the truth."

"Sherlock, don't think you're smart."

"When you said this, I thought of when we were young, you made me feel stupid. Of course, I thought Alice was mentally retarded at that time."

"You are indeed a fool, Alice..." McCoff paused.

"You like her, you liked her a long time ago." Sherlock said jokingly.

"In my eyes, most people are as foolish as a goldfish. At that time... including you, and of course Alice."

"I've been away for two years, Mycroft, and you may not know it yourself, maybe you're a...goldfish too."

"Change the subject, I've had enough."

"Okay." Sherlock stood up and took out a hat. "Let's play a reasoning game."

Mycroft took the hat thrown by Sherlock and sniffed it. It smelled bad... stench...

"A very ordinary hat, the owner is worried, out of gregarious, has eccentricities, and terrible bad breath...damn"

"I think the master is lonely, don't you think?"

"Why do you think that man is lonely?"

"Men? Why not women? By size?"

"Of course not. Some women's heads are also very big. He just had his hair cut recently. It's covered with sweat and short hair sticking to it."

"There are some women with short hair too."

"Then the probability is equal."

"You've never dated a woman with short hair, or all women."

"I think you've missed Alice."

"You've always thought of her as a child?"

"No... Sherlock, you're wrong."

"But you can't deny that the hat's owner was lonely, someone who had eccentricities, who didn't fit in, probably felt different."

"what?"

"He's so different, so why should he care? And who cares?"

Listening to Sherlock's meaningful tone, Mycroft frowned.

"Sherlock, I'm not, no, alone."

"How do you, know, know?"

When Alice returned to Baker Street after get off work, she saw Mycroft coming out of it with a strange expression.

She glanced a little more worriedly.

"What's up with him?"

"Nothing." Sherlock replied concisely.

"He doesn't look well."

"Then you should ask him."

"I……."

"Come on, Alice, you have fallen into a stupid love, of course I will not stop you, after all, Mommy is happy to see what happens. A middle-aged man, alone, the difficulty will not be too great."

Alice rolled her eyes: "You know Mycroft..."

"He made the same mistake as you, but he, who has always been arrogant, refuses to admit that he was wrong."

"You mean, he loves me?"

Sherlock pouted, not caring what Alice said at all.

"Mrs. Hudson, where's my snack?" Sherlock called.

"Sherlock, I am your landlord, not your housekeeper."

The author has something to say: After a while, I will make the final characterization adjustments based on everyone's suggestions.

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