[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"Then... oh my god! You have blood on your body!" Alice suddenly became sharp.

In fact, it was only then that she noticed the bloodstains all over Mr. Detective.

Alice looked at Mr. Detective in disbelief.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"Not my blood, but the wolf's blood."

"Wolf!"

"The owner of this lab keeps them and uses them to kill those he wants to die."

"Then how could..."

Before Alice finished speaking, she saw the man stuff some strange bottles and jars on the table into his handbag.

"Isn't this my handbag?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" The man looked at Alice innocently, his hands still moving.

"We have to hurry up, the police will be here soon."

"...have we sinned?"

The man looked at Alice with disgust on his face, and didn't say anything else.

"Okay, we can go."

Alice followed the man blankly, and went out within a few minutes.

The point is: they went out by elevator.

"If you knew there was such a thing as an elevator from the beginning, wouldn't it be so troublesome?"

Alice looked at Mr. Detective gloomily with a sad face.

"Don't you know?"

This sentence seems to say that as a high-tech secret laboratory, it is a matter of course to have an elevator.

Well, of course, being with him totally made Alice feel like she wasn't enough of a brain...was totally like an idiot.

"...Then why don't you just take the elevator?" She continued to ask with the good character of a patient who is not ashamed to ask, although this will not get respect or even appreciation from others, and even the people in front of her will severely despise her own IQ. how low.

"Stimulate."

"But his trap is really retarded."

Mr. Detective rolled his eyes boredly.

Please forgive me, I don’t know until now, what kind of trap is there, in fact, from the beginning, I have only walked or run, except for the long distance or just long distance.

Alice rolled her eyes helplessly, the two were exactly the same.

She didn't realize that when she was with this man, she didn't seem to be her usual self at all, and she just let go of her heart to this man all of a sudden.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and they stayed inside for seven hours without knowing it.

The sound of distant police sirens, accompanied by the sound of the wind fluctuates in strength and weakness.

"Is Mr. Detective leaving?" Alice said to Mr. Detective with a smile.

Mr. Detective looked at him suspiciously.

"Yes."

"I don't know your name yet."

There was a smile on Mr. Detective's face, a little stiff, and it seemed unexpectedly harmonious on him. He looked at the girl in front of him and was about to answer her.

"Sherlock." Someone came over, who seemed to be a police detective, but his figure was not as burly as ordinary police officers, but rather thin, and could even be said to be a bit short.

His complexion was yellow, with a pair of black eyes.

Mustache, bushy eyebrows, a bowler hat tilted back, rather fancy coat and shoe covers.

Alice shifted her gaze back to Mr. Detective.

He was tall and thin, but tall and handsome. Alice touched her nose, feeling a little impolite.

In fact, she felt that she cared too much about her appearance, whether it was her own or that of others, maybe it was the sequelae of being too ugly in her previous life.

"Who is this?"

"Hello, beautiful lady."

Alice nodded.

"I am Lestrade, a junior constable working for Scotland Yard and an old friend of the detective."