[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"So... where's the medicine kit?"

Alice was lying on the sofa, carefully holding her sprained foot with one hand, and looked at Sherlock with great annoyance.

"You should go to Mrs. Hudson."

"..."

Alice looked at the detective with a dark face, lying on the opposite sofa like a boneless person.

"For the sake of my sister, can you ask Mrs. Hudson to come up and help me? Give me a glass of water by the way, thank you."

"I guess I can't find her. She has gone to France with her sister these days."

"Then you still told me to look for her." Alice pouted and said angrily, shaking her legs subconsciously, grinning her teeth in pain.

Seeing that Sherlock ignored his complaints at all, he left without saying a word.

Alice's heart was even more furious: "Oh, my God, do you still remember that you have a younger sister?"

Alice muttered in dissatisfaction.

Sherlock, a cold-blooded detective, left her disabled person here and ran away. He was not a brother and sister, and he couldn't bear it.

Alice looked at her slightly swollen ankle, and felt very sad. It's okay for that bastard McCoff to be mad at her, and Sherlock is the same, one by one, without emotion.

"I bet ten pounds, that arrogant guy must have gone to investigate."

My heart felt sorry for my injured ankle, maybe she shouldn't have run out.

Of course, this idea disappeared in a short moment. Alice said that she would never go back, and then continued to mourn her miserable life.

Until she saw a detective walking up to her with ice cubes and a towel in his hand, she was suddenly embarrassed.

"So you're just going to get these things?"

"Mrs. Hudson's refrigerator is like a treasure trove of life. You can always find those things that ordinary people need to survive."

"You're not seriously injured, just apply some medicine and you'll be fine."

"Maybe you should go buy medicine." Alice suggested sincerely.

"Someone will deliver it in 10 minutes." Sherlock said lightly, and took out a brown leather book from his small bookshelf.

"Who sent it?"

"Mycroft." Sherlock paused, looking away from the book.

"It's him again, don't mention him to me, I don't want what he bought." Alice turned her head angrily, and pressed her ankle without dropping her hand to prevent the towel from slipping off.

"Well, thank you."

Sherlock didn't answer Alice, and the silence made her feel silent and embarrassed.

"Let's talk." After thinking for a long time, Alice said a little sleepily.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Sherlock closed the book.

"Uh...why did you go to XXX Park today? What happened?" Alice smiled recently, holding her chin with her hands, as if she wanted to listen to a story.

"Human body specimen art has appeared in XXX Park, not only in XXX Park, it has appeared in the eyes of thousands of passers-by as decorations in large and small and relatively hidden public places in London."

"What is taxidermy art?"

"Dismembered corpses, rapid-fire drugs, processed into specimens, painted with colors, and made into decorations, because the place where they are placed is easy to create visual illusions, so few people notice them, even if they notice, those people will not To think that the raw material for it is themselves."

Alice covered her mouth in surprise.

"Will it be exposed?"

"Those guys at Scotland Yard are already cordoning off those areas."

"Will it come to light?" Alice asked again.

"How do I know if those idiots at Scotland Yard will expose these things, you know Scotland Yard always has some guys with unlimited IQ."

"..." So you're talking shit about Scotland Yard?

Alice rubbed her feet silently.