[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"I fought with gangsters and I pray to God that I will have the opportunity to see you again."

"Alice." Mycroft looked at the girl deeply, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, distressed.

"Don't interrupt me, let me finish."

"I think I've been through a lot."

"And you have always been my belief in living...but you abandoned me from the very beginning."

The car slowly stopped at the entrance of Diogenes Club.

Mycroft took a bottle of red wine from the cabinet. "Would you like a drink?"

"Not very honored."

"Are you still blaming me?"

"Yes."

"Mom, hope to go back this Christmas."

"it is good."

"Is it still possible for us?"

Alice stared blankly, raised her head, and shook her head again.

"If I say, I never thought of putting you in danger...I won't deliberately use you again, Alice, can we go back to the past?"

Mycroft kissed Alice's hand, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"I do not know."

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?"