[Comprehensive] Runaway Witch

Mycroft's assistant sent Alina away with eyes that finally arrived.

Leaving Alina and her suitcase behind, in the car exhaust, I can't recover, I'm disgusted...

Sherlock Holmes from 221B was the one who started the crime, so it wouldn't be possible to take his anger on her.

Knocking on the door, it was a man Elina didn't know who opened the door.

"Hello, Miss Clark, I'm Detective Lestrade, and Sherlock is upstairs." The gentleman shook hands with Alina, and then made a gesture of asking to go upstairs, obviously not wanting to greet, but instead Anxious to take her to see Sherlock.

"Hello, detective." Alina dragged her suitcase and planned to enter the door to follow.

"Let me come, Sherlock insists on going to the scene when you arrive. You know, although he has a lot of problems, he has never procrastinated like this." He took Alina's suitcase and carried it for her Walking upstairs, the police detective complained familiarly at the same time.

"um...thank you..." Mr. Detective's actions were too quick, and Alina always felt as if her luggage had been snatched away. Coupled with the other party's quick steps up the stairs, she instinctively wanted to snatch it back. Remember this is the police.

"No, I just need to trouble you to hurry up!" He took Alina up the stairs in a hurry, and the police detective wiped away the beads of sweat that came out in a hurry.

"Erina." Sherlock sat on the sofa leisurely, glanced at Elina, and called her name, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Sherlock!" Alina's breath was not so stable because of climbing the stairs at high speed, and her momentum was already weak, so she had to emphasize her tone.

"Congratulations, your IQ has hit a new low. For 40 minutes, you didn't even guess how I knew your whereabouts." Sherlock maintained his posture, as if he wasn't the one who was talking excitedly in the text message. Spoken sarcasm at a steady pace.

"Then why don't you show mercy and tell me?" Alina, who was tired of talking about this, could not guess what the problem was and had no choice but to give up her plan to confront Sherlock.

"The tracker is on the car, I guess McCoff has already found it, guess how I put it on?" It was a long sentence with emotional ups and downs, but Sherlock insisted on saying it without any ups and downs, which is also a skill.

"Sherlock, let's solve the case first. This time, it's very likely that it's a serial murderer. The case is more important!" Detective Lestrade interrupted the conversation between Sherlock and Alina. He was sweating profusely. State, in this cool evening.

"Erina, let's go, talk as we go." Sherlock was so obedient that he didn't sarcasm the police detective. It can be seen that his heart is definitely not the current state of indifference, it should be the excited mode in the text message. .

"I'm not going, you go." Alina just got off the plane here, her luggage is still at her feet, she's not tired, she just wants to take a rest, whether it's staying with Sherlock or going to a hotel, no matter what I have no time or interest and I haven't let the case go in the UK.

"Yeah, Sherlock, Ms. Clark is young and beautiful. It's not suitable for you to go to the scene to see the dead body. You've waited until now. It's time to go." The police detective didn't expect Sherlock to bring a non-professional like Alina, so he hurriedly stopped Sherlock.

"Stop showing off your appalling observation skills. Let me introduce you specifically. Alina Clarke, BAU's intern consultant. Do you know BAU? The FBI's ace team is responsible for serial murderers and various emergency cases." In contempt Sherlock was gushing again when someone else was.

"So Ms. Clark is an expert in this field? This is the reason you are waiting. Waiting for an expert, will Sherlock feel that he is not capable enough, because of the two bride murders." The detective filtered out Sherlock's sarcasm.

"She's my assistant. She's not capable enough, tsk... I thought this term was reserved for Scotland Yard." Sherlock unilaterally labeled Elina as an assistant.

"I don't want to participate in the case. If you're not free for the time being, I'll go to the hotel first. Otherwise, I'll contact McCoff." Alina immediately refused. Being Sherlock's assistant would drive her to death, so she didn't want it.

"If Miss Clark doesn't want to, Sherlock, come with me quickly. No one has moved the scene, so I'll wait for you." Detective Lestrade was very anxious and kept the scene under pressure. He was easy .

"I know the address, you go first, we'll catch up later." Sherlock dismissed those who got in the way first.

"Hurry up! Wait any longer, I can't stand it anymore!" Detective Lestrade left, planning to stare at the scene and wait for Sherlock.

"Sherlock, I need to rest." Alina took out two cans of nougat from the box, and made a fortress for Sherlock. She planned to wait and go to the hotel to check.

"Tranquility is not what I'm asking for, nor what you're asking for. I promise you won't be disappointed with this case." Sherlock looked at Alina who refused almost suspiciously, unwilling to take over the matter of coaxing the child and McCaw in his eyes. husband's nougat.

"You hate boredom the most, and I'm good at making fun of myself, so you can go by yourself." Sherlock's refusal was intentionally ignored by Alina, who directly stuffed two cans of sugar into Sherlock's arms.

"You have someone you like, but it's not going well, the reason is you. Don't try to lie to me. Your ability to make nougat is obviously not a gift from this unexpected trip. Who reminds you of me and Mycroft, A person with a high IQ. In view of your low mood, although it is because this trip is not in your plan, nor is it a pleasant purpose, but your low mood is an emotional reason...you..." Sherlock Once again, he demonstrated his ability, the ability to clean up other people's deep or shallow, open or dark thoughts.

"I'll go, you shut up!" Alina froze for a moment before stopping Sherlock's words, knowing that compromise was the only way.

"Then let's go, I'll tell you about the tracker and the case in the car." Putting down the sugar bowl in his hand, putting on his suit jacket, Sherlock excitedly went downstairs to hail a taxi.

Alina put her suitcase aside and followed Sherlock with her carry-on bag.

Sherlock has already got into the taxi and is reporting the destination: "77 Susan Avenue."

"Why did you ask me to come? Does Mycroft know that you are distracted by the new case?" Alina got into the taxi and asked Sherlock about the case of abducting her. The only thing that moved her was her parents. Leave the case alone?

"Mycroft is looking at the witness, you don't know him yet, don't be afraid of people running away. It's been more than ten years, don't be in a hurry." Sherlock frowned, his blue and green light-colored eyes looked dissatisfied and kept crooked Alina from the floor.

"You're not in a hurry, I'm in a hurry, otherwise, what am I going to do when I come back to England?" Alina felt speechless, the reason for her flying back was not important, so why should I ask her.

"Mycroft said that this matter is not simple. You know the situation best, but you don't say anything. Now that McCoff finds that the matter is very difficult, he just stopped the matter like this. You go to him." Sherlock gave The elder brother Holmes, the little digger, told about the situation before Elina arrived.

"Forget it, I'll go find him when this is over." Alina knew from Sherlock's appearance that his interest was completely aroused by the new case, and it's impossible to continue to find the truth of the case in a short time.

"We're going together. Now, it's up to me to explain. We've got 5 minutes and 28 seconds to get there. That's plenty of time. The tracker is on McCoff's car, you know? It's one of the few times I've managed to The tracking device on McCaw's body was successful, but it may also be because although he was calm on the surface, he actually felt that the case was really difficult, which made me succeed. You know his ability to put on a pose. However, if the tracking device stays on McCaw Husband, the life of this tracker will end at the gate of Diogenes Club." Sherlock spoke faster and faster, obviously satisfied with his masterpiece.

"So I just stuck it on the arm of Mycroft holding the umbrella. He got in the car, let go of the black umbrella, and the tracker fell on the car. His whereabouts and your whereabouts are all in my hands." Proud He looked at Alina.

"You said that Mycroft already knew the existence of the tracker because his assistant lady would tell him about my actions to find the tracker, and he would be suspicious and check the vehicles and personnel." Alina picked up Sherlock's words and said that she was Listen, I understand, you can continue.

"Average IQ. As for the current case, it is already the second murder of a bride. The first one was three days ago, and the reports at that time were simply insulting to people's IQ, so I missed it. Fortunately, I still have a chance to correct it , Now the case reports are all journalists’ embellishment, I almost gave up this interesting case and went to the scene of the boring and naive self-directed and acted case.” The focus of Sherlock’s complaints is the complexity of the case. Distorted reports affect his judgment, and his temper is not good. Small.

"The bride is dead? Is it a newlywed, or is she about to get married?" Alina found the point in the long, fast and rapping sentence.

"When we are about to get married, the white wedding dress covers the breathless corpse, the sad groom, the regretful white gauze. In the original report, why didn't the reporter write poetry? This is a murder case!" Sherlock, who has a superb memory, dug out In the corner of memory, that emotionally incomprehensible report.

"White gauze, it's very special." As a woman, Alina always has a special affection for the white gauze of the wedding dress.

"Here we are, women are indeed emotional animals, like you, like the group of crying women." Sherlock handed over a relatively large amount of money, and left without giving change.

Before crossing the yellow line and entering the scene, through a few onlookers, Alina saw the beautiful wedding dress in the narrow alley at a glance. It was bright and white. The pale neck and profile of the bride.

Beautiful wedding dresses and tattered dead brides.

The author has something to say: Happy Qixi Festival~

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Sending the murder of the bride (^_^;)

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