[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

At this time, the people in the ward knocked on the fence like crazy: "You said you would let me out."

"Charles! Cires! Cires!"

His voice was getting louder and louder, and it sounded very scary.

"I said I would let you out, but I didn't say when." Sherlock said lightly.

"If you're not dead in 100 years, I'll let you out."

Sherlock left the mental hospital quickly. He walked very fast, and Alice trotted to keep up.

A series of cursing sounds came from behind, almost tearing out the throat, screaming desperately.

"Charles, you bastard!" Cursing sounds like this could be heard from far away.Inspector Lestrade silently thought that the other party was quite qualified. It was obvious that Sherlock had played a trick on him. Even when he was angry, he didn't say any harsh words, but whether Sherlock could understand, uh...he didn't know up.

"Sherlock, why do they call you Shire?" Alice asked while trotting while tugging at Sherlock's coat.

The Inspector pricked up his ears calmly, he was not a gossip, Lestrade touched his nose unnaturally.

"For God's sake, shut your mouths." Sherlock made a very exaggerated expression, raising his hands above his head in a jumping gesture.

"I didn't say anything." Lestrade hurriedly made himself clear.

Alice rolled her eyes.

"Where are you going now?"

"221B Baker Street."

"Shouldn't we go to see the scene?" Lestrade said pretending to be relaxed.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock looked at the Inspector blankly.

"School."

Sherlock summoned a taxi, and Alice slipped into it smoothly like an earthworm, all in one go.

"Isn't that your business?"

"Sherlock, you know..." Before Inspector Lestrade finished speaking, Sherlock got into the car smoothly, closed the door smoothly, and finally sprayed Inspector Lestrade's face with exhaust.

The vehicle was driving slowly, and Alice suddenly found that Lestrade hadn't gotten into the car, and turned to ask Sherlock.

"Mr. Inspector doesn't take a car?"

"Oh, he still has something to do."

It was very quiet along the way, and Alice looked at Sherlock intentionally or unintentionally.

"This mental hospital is really remote, but the air is quite good, it can be regarded as a health resort."

"If you're sure you're not talking about nursing homes."

"Uh...they seem to be quite familiar with you." Alice asked hesitantly.

At this time, the vehicle stopped slowly and stopped at the gate of 221B. Baker Street was a bit old, and there were not many people passing by, which was very suitable for a lonely person like Sherlock. Alice suddenly became interested and looked at the surrounding environment.

She saw Sherlock standing in front of the door of 221B and didn't mean to go in: "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you going back?"

Alice curled her lips, thinking that something was wrong in her heart, and she knew that the big detective was chasing someone away.

"I don't want to go back to Mycroft's."

"I don't know why, you know he always..." Alice couldn't continue, she ran to Sherlock as soon as she was discharged from the hospital, and didn't even notify Mycroft, but he must know, his surveillance The scope of the system can be said to be the whole of London.

Obviously, she was still crying in his arms before, but now all that is left is embarrassment. She feels that there is something wrong with herself. The more she cares, the less she dares to face it. Although she feels human, she has to learn to let go , but it is really embarrassing to be awkward, especially when she feels the warmth of McCoff hugging her, and her heart is like an engine "pound ~."

Alice covered her face in annoyance.

"I just feel embarrassed,"

"Avoiding won't solve the problem"

If you have a tiger in your heart and are willing to sniff the fragrance of roses carefully, then it is still so detached from the world, and life will be filled with the fragrance of flowers because of this, and it will not be changed from beginning to end because of the ruthless years. It is a pity that We are all laymen.

Sherlock took a cigarette from his coat pocket.

"Do you want it?"

Alice's face was sullen, unable to see the emotion in her eyes.Sherlock put the cigarette in his mouth and was about to light it, but Alice snatched it away.

"Don't smoke in front of a lady, it's impolite."

"Hasn't Mycroft smoked in front of you?"

Alice froze, shaking her head.

"He can smoke?" Alice asked back.

Sherlock didn't answer her, and took another cigarette out of his pocket, this time Alice didn't stop him.

"Aren't you going to continue investigating that case?"

"The case is closed. I'm only responsible for finding the culprit. The game of peek-a-boo and catch-and-seek is the job of the people at Scotland Yard."

All in all, this sentence means that I have done everything, what are they doing.

However, the fact is that this case is completely unattractive to Sherlock. Although it is a horrible body art, for laymen, it is just a character whose daughter imitates her mother to commit crimes.

It can even be said that it has no special features, Sherlock is too lazy to focus on it, he is too busy to die.

Alice brushed his coat past him and ran up the stairs very quickly, like a cockroach fleeing for its life.

"Successful landing."

When Sherlock went upstairs, Alice was curled up on the sofa, not intending to move at all.

"Ding~." The ringtone of an incoming text message made Alice turn around reflexively to find the source of the sound.

Sherlock took his BlackBerry out of his coat pocket.

"Sherlock, I'm going to Bulgaria for a meeting, please take care of Alice for a few days." --MH

Sherlock, who saw the message, immediately lowered his face, which made Alice feel a little uneasy. She turned her head and wondered how to stay.

"I've got a lot going on, and I'm not a babysitter, of course you can get one, but it's not me." --SH

"But you're a big brother." --MH

Now Sherlock's face was completely dark, and his fingers quickly slid the phone.

"Um... I'm busy, you know, I watch all over London, London's crime needs me." -SH

"Don't worry the people from Scotland Yard won't be looking for you these days." --MH

(Mr. Peanut, who has not appeared for a long time: Why don't you come to Sherlock, because whose order is self-evident.)

"I was doing an experiment recently and it was complicated...." --SH

"Then you can put it aside for now." --MH

Sherlock wanted to explain something more, but the other party sent another message.

"£50 research grant, five days." --MH

"Deal." --SH

Sherlock shifted his gaze from the phone, glanced at Alice lying on the sofa, and instantly felt that his sister was much more pleasing to the eye.

"You can stay, but there are conditions."

Alice sat up straight,

"what?"

"Don't interrupt me when I'm thinking, you can't interrupt my work, you can sleep in my bedroom, but don't disturb me, take care of your own food, in short, solve everything by yourself, don't bother me."

"Where are so many conditions coming from? I obviously didn't say anything before." Alice sniffed her brows and complained dissatisfied.

"Since you seem to be sticking with me. We'll have to make a perfect treaty."

"What you say is to leave me alone!"

"I don't care, I don't agree." Alice said with some displeasure, and rolled on the sofa very awkwardly.

"You don't seem to have the right to object."

"I have to attach one condition." Alice continued after a pause.

"No, you have to promise me three conditions."

"Oh, Sherlock, what are you doing, put me down, God! You bastard."

Before Alice said anything about the conditions, Sherlock expressed his great dissatisfaction with the so-called conditions and his great disregard for this noble lady who was on the line.

He carried Alice directly, and threw her outside, no matter how much Alice struggled, he was as firm as Mount Tai, with a thin body and strong strength, and he was quite skilled in facing Alice's random attacks. Ass, kicks, and swings two skinny arms!

"Hey, Sherlock, you won't be so cruel." Alice stood at the door and kept knocking on the door, gradually becoming worried in her heart.

"Bastard! Open the door!"

"I'm going to tell Mycroft, you bullied me!!!"

"..."

There was absolutely no movement inside.

"Sherlock you arrogant, ruthless fellow."

After half an hour.

"I don't have any conditions, it's fine, you can love miscellaneous, just open the door!"

There was still no movement inside.

"Asshole, open the door."

"..."

Three hours later, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. Alice really felt that she was exhausted physically and mentally, and silently said Sherlock in her heart, a hundred times a hundred times.

Alice touched her pocket. "Damn it! The phone is on the sofa."

Alice continued to knock on the door with a tired face, but there was still no one, and the door of the landlady downstairs was also tightly closed, and there was really no way to ask for help.

Alice pursed her mouth aggrievedly, and suddenly missed McCoff very much.

The door opened suddenly, and the light in the room shone on the corridor. Alice wiped her tears-free eyes, feeling stuffy in her heart.

"Are you still here?" Sherlock seemed very surprised, he was looking up information just now.

(In fact, he had long forgotten about the lady at the door.)

"You can call back."

Sherlock suggested very sincerely.

"I don't have any money." Alice choked up, and she breathed heavily

"So you still want to live here?"

"of course."

"Don't touch my things, don't bother me when I'm thinking."

"No problem." Alice rushed into the room immediately with red eyes.