[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"So Irene Adler isn't dead?"

"Didn't you see it, Watson?"

"She lied to Sherlock."

"It's no lie, I guess her next step should be to endanger McCoff with the secret data in her mobile phone."

"secret?"

"You look good."

"So Sherlock has been studying his little phone these days?"

Watson said solemnly: "Yes, the number of visitors to the blog has been stuck recently, and he thought it was the password for the lock screen of the phone."

"Why not use high-tech decoding?" Alice turned to look at Mycroft.

"It contained a miniature bomb."

"So Sherlock, you helped that guy unlock government secrets, and dug yourself a hole by the way."

The crowd was silent.

"Is that woman so attractive?"

"I have to say she is very smart."

Alice glared at Watson.

"Notify her now that we need a negotiation?"

"What will happen then?"

"The conditions are up to her."

Alice hammered the table angrily: "I hate this woman."

"So I need the plane and the money, and the safety of my life that you ensure."

Irene Adler said arrogantly that she had won the Holmes brothers, and she glanced at Alice very arrogantly.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be Alice Holmes. I think that engaging in sex work is to serve others, which is much higher than seducing my brother."

"you……"

"There are so many pounds, go grab them."

Alice looked at the check inside with some disbelief.

"I won, and this is the winner's prize."

Sherlock suddenly smiled: "The winner, I don't think so."

He snatched Irene Adler's cell phone and unlocked the password in full view.

"you lose."

"The password is Sherlock?"

"Yes."

"Your biggest problem is being emotional, which is the most useless thing. In fact, as long as you set a random password, you will not fall into this situation."

Alice watched the sudden reversal of the plot and suddenly felt that she couldn't play with these two brothers...

The originally proud and dissolute woman is now like a dog in the water, looking at them beggingly, ironically, really ironically.

"Will she die?" she remembered asking.

"Maybe will."

"Sherlock, are you sad?"

I saw him standing in front of the window, silent.

"Mycroft, you already knew, can Sherlock guess the password?"

"Do not."

"Then...if Sherlock really did something wrong this time, what will happen to you?"

"not so good."

"What if I did something wrong too?"

Mycroft stopped in his tracks, and looked deeply at the girl in front of him with light-colored eyes: "It depends on what is wrong."

Alice curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

"What if it's a big mistake?"

"If I can carry it for you, it's not a mistake...just a child's tantrum."

Alice blacked out.

"So I'm just a child in front of you."

"I'm ten years older than you, Alice."

"I know what you're going to say."

Alice sat on the man's lap with her arms around Mycroft's neck.

"Sherlock booked the plane ticket early in the morning. Is he going to save that woman? Won't you stop it?"

"We should respect his choice."

Alice was happy. "When will Holmes respect other people's ideas?"

"Al WAYS."

"Mycroft, you seem to be making me laugh."

Alice got up, but she didn't expect to be pulled by a force, and returned to his arms.

"Let's get married."

Alice opened her mouth, looking at the man in front of her dumbly, unable to speak.

It was so windy that I couldn't hear clearly.

"Am I right?"

"If you want."

Alice was upset, talking as if she couldn't wait, and pulled him by force. (Is not it?)

"No."

"No love, no pursuit of me, no ring, no roses, no date, don't~ absolutely don't."

Mycroft fell silent for a while, staring at her with light-colored eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Are you angry?" Alice said cautiously.

"No."

"Then why don't you speak?"

"I'm thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

"..."

Sherlock had been walking up and down the room early in the morning, making her dizzy.

"Watson?"

"Should be enjoying a hearty breakfast with his new girlfriend right now."

"So you're upset."

"What do you mean? Oh, our minds are not on the same channel at all."

"Ha, then can you stop dangling in front of me? I'm dizzy."

"Is there no case?"

"No, but Mycroft went to North Korea to deal with the coup."

"I don't want to know at all." Sherlock frowned, obviously very impatient.

"Any cigarettes?"

"I've given up smoking, and Watson told me you were going to. No one within two miles of all the shops around here will sell you a half-cigarette."

"But you can go buy it."

"While I'd love to help you, I don't want to buy you cigarettes."

"Alice, I'm so jealous of you."

"Jealous for what?"

"You, like Watson, have a simple mind and basically don't turn around, but my brain is like an engine, turning around endlessly."

"Maybe you can go to the street, there is always second-hand smoke to smoke, but it is easy to be regarded as a pervert. I think McCoff will be happy to have a brother like you."

"I suggest you move back in."

"why?"

"I really don't want to see you."

Alice replied hehe: "You can close your eyes."

Alice intends to be a pastry chef, so she enrolls in a training class and meets Moriarty.

"Are you free?"

Moriarty took a cigarette in his mouth, and looked at her sternly.

"I'm going to see a play, but you don't seem to be moving."

"The thing about the sadistic queen made me one head and two big. Is she really dead this time?"

Moriarty gave her a weird smile, took the lighter out of his pocket, and lit the cigarette with great grace.

"Student, smoking is not allowed here." A middle-aged woman in a yellow dress and a colorful apron looked at them with a frown.

Moriarty froze for a moment, and put out the cigarette butt in embarrassment.

"Is this lady here for class?"

"Yes, I am a new student."

"You are very welcome."

"Hi everyone, my name is Eddie Follian and I've been in this business for over 30 years, I mean it's never too late to start if you're serious."

"Our theme today is fruitcake."

"We all know that the fruit in the cake, especially in summer, watermelon has always been the first choice for everyone."

"When buying watermelon, I always like to take a picture of the watermelon, but can this really tell the quality of the watermelon?"

Alice is deeply convinced that she is the title of a great god in the foodie world.She believes that shooting watermelons is the greatest respect for watermelons, otherwise it would not be able to gain a foothold in the melon world.

"Then who will tell, she can tell the good from the bad from the watermelons."

You may not believe it, it was the watermelon that made the first move.

For a moment, the entire classroom was silent.

……

When Alice returned to Baker Street, her whole body was on the verge of a half collapse, and her mind was circling about watermelons, round and flat, but she also learned a lot, for example, if there are bumps in the watermelon, it might not be red.When shooting watermelons in summer, the sound should not be crisp, but in autumn and winter, the sound should be crisp.

Putting the little cake I made into the refrigerator, all kinds of pink bubbles appeared in my mind for no reason.

Mycroft is a guy with a very strong perspective on time. He came to 221C at [-]:[-], and appeared in front of Alice with perfect accuracy.

"You're so early."

"Have you had a good day?"

"Ah."

It was inexplicably cold.

It seems that something is forgotten.

"Did you eat?"

"It seems not."

"I've booked a restaurant."

"Oh... well, okay, then I'll change clothes."

It seems that I forgot something.

They came to a very elegant western restaurant, red wine, snacks, and music... and it was empty.

"This place is reserved by you again?" Alice looked at McCoff exaggeratedly, feeling that his aura was unattainable, aloof...and rich.

"Ah."

"Have you seen Sherlock?"

McCoff was puzzled.

"Sherlock without a case... is a little annoying."

Mycroft frowned, then said with a smile, "You want me to help him find a case?"

"No, no no."

Alice quickly waved her hands, and she would say that she actually finds it awkward for the two of them to be together, especially after the relationship is established, why is it a bit strange.