[Comprehensive] Runaway Witch

It has been a week since Alina returned to England.

Most of the time, Elina stayed with Holmes and his wife. As for the two elder brothers, Mycroft and Sherlock disappeared again after showing their faces on the first day.

On this day, Alina accompanied Mrs. Holmes for a walk in the garden, blowing the cool breeze between the trees, and her mood fluttered with the wind.

"Elena, you don't have to stay with me all the time, go and do your work. Now that you are in the UK, you can come to see me anytime, it's already very good, don't delay your work." Mrs. Holmes patted Elina's hand, so that she doesn't have to keep running this way.

Although the wise lady is ignorant of many things, she knows that Alina will decide to return to England, so it is impossible to have no purpose.

"So Aunt Holmes, do you dislike me for disturbing your two-person world with your uncle?" Alina smiled and looked at the loving elder.

"Haha...don't coax me. Your Uncle Holmes likes his fishing rods more. How can you be so considerate?" While complaining, Mrs. Holmes had a bright smile on her face and sparkling eyes.

"Really? But I saw you helping uncle clean the fishing rod." Alina smiled and shook her head, expressing her disbelief.

"You...to show my determination, I won't help him next time...is that okay?" Mrs. Holmes smiled dotingly again.

"That can't be done. If that's the case, I probably won't have my share of uncle's fish next time." Alina walked and chatted with the elders in the forest, feeling very happy.

"It's not him who cooks...I'm serious, Elina, go and work on you, but you have to come to me every week to report, and I'll make delicious food for you, obviously my cooking skills are so good, Why are you still so thin?" Mrs. Holmes finally brought the topic back.

"At the end of this weekend, I'll go back to the city. I must go here more often after work. It's a good place with mountains and rivers and uncles and aunts. Is there any drama you want to see in the West District recently? I'll accompany you there these two days." Alina obediently told her plan, and originally wanted to stay in this beautiful place for a few more days.

But think about it, the time is almost up, she has to show her face, after all, the plan has already started.

"Okay... The young man has been with me all the time, so what can I do? There are three days left, and I have to fatten you up, otherwise you will be alone and picky eaters. There is no rush for the drama, and then call the two Brothers together." Mrs. Holmes was still happy, but she seemed a little reluctant to part with Alina, and walked back directly, as if she was about to start her double feeding plan now.

"It's all up to you..." Alina hurried back following Mrs. Holmes' footsteps.

…… a week ago……

Alina's plane back to England is still in the sky above the vast sea.

In a popular nightclub in London, England, a man overdosed on drugs and died silently in a box.

The next day, when the nightclub was clearing the venue, they discovered this situation. The waiter calmly summoned the security guards, carried the body out of the nightclub, threw it into an inconspicuous corner of an inconspicuous alley, and then called the police with a public phone.

Scotland Yard didn't pay too much attention to it, and casually archived the overdose deaths of drug addicts that appeared from time to time as a routine, and the corpses were sent to the morgue, and then there was no action.

But the man who died was no ordinary bum or drug addict, as can be seen from his inconspicuous, but actually handmade, custom-made clothing, the fabric and cut of which are signs of high prices.

It's a pity that no matter how good the fabric is, no matter how exquisitely cut and sewn, stained with wine stains and dust, plus the mud rubbed on the wet ground in the alley, it has long been changed beyond recognition, and it looks no different from the clothes picked up by the homeless man. .

If things ended like that, of course there is no problem, the body will be cremated at the government's expense, and archived, as if nothing had happened.

Unfortunately, things will not be that simple.

On the evening of the day when the body was sent to the morgue, a person claiming to be the brother of the deceased appeared, and he confirmed the identity of the body——Benjamin Sterling.

With the confirmation of their identities, two decent middle-aged people appeared one after another with their wives and children, and almost each of them expressed their regrets in a sad and decent manner.

Just like the first Charles Sterling, with such a sad expression, but restrained and elegant.

The deputy chief of the police station who came over came forward to communicate with several people, and almost all of them greeted Deputy Chief Smith politely.

Except for one person, the only one, Mrs. Sterling, who showed her sadness. She was well dressed, but her hair was disheveled, and she was crying like crazy.

This is Benjamin Sterling's mother, crying in despair, Mrs. Sterling's collapsed voice is the only vivid color in this pale room.

At the same time, her husband, Mr. Sterling, stood aside with a frown, at a certain distance from his son's body.

The tall, thin and majestic father just stood there, his gaze didn't even condescend to look at his son a few times, but instead looked at the crying figure.

If you look carefully, there is more impatience in his sad expression.

The most peaceful member of the Sterling family should be the eldest son, Charles Sterling. As the first body recognizer, he stood aside with his brows furrowed, and he didn't have a strong sense of presence.

People from the other family stood further away, led by a kind and noble couple, with obvious sadness on their amiable faces.

Standing behind them are two men and a woman, apparently the couple's three children.

Their expressions are not so sincere. If you have to observe their expressions, you will feel that their sadness is so perfunctory, especially the only girl among them, her eyes are smiling.

All the names of these people who look the same at first glance but are confused inside appear in one of Elina's folders.

Charlie Sterling, 56, MP.

He has a 28-year-old eldest son, Charles Sterling, with his first wife who died early.

He and his second wife have a second son, Benjamin Sterling, who is 25 years old.

Andrew King, 53 years old, MP.

He and his wife have two sons and a daughter.

The eldest son, Claire King, is 23 years old.

The eldest daughter, Anne Jin, is 21 years old.

The second son, Ben King, is 19 years old.

The two families are close and have a joint interest relationship for more than ten years. Benjamin Sterling and Anne King are engaged. They originally planned to get married when Anne King graduated from university.

Under the strong request of Mrs. Stirling MP, this case became the most important case of Scotland Yard in a short period of time.

Sergeant Lestrade became the person in charge of the case because of his high detection rate. He was asked to put down all the affairs in his hands and concentrate on handling this "major" case.

...the situation ended a week ago...

In Sheriff Lestrade's office, Mrs. Stirling, Mrs. Stirling, was furious. Her haggard face did not change her high-pitched voice.

"Inspector, it's been a week, a whole week! I trust you Scotland Yard. Is that how you repay my trust? My boy! My poor boy! He's so young, and he's such a jolly man, It is absolutely impossible for this kind of thing to happen, someone must have killed him, you must find the murderer for me! Do you want to tolerate such a demon? What are you doing at Scotland Yard!" the excited Mrs. Wearing a Valentino all over, pointing at Sergeant Lestrade's nose domineeringly and roaring.

"Madam Sterling, we haven't ruled out the possibility that Mr. Sterling Jr.'s death was accidental. The cocaine content in the drug is higher than estimated, and the possibility of cocaine overdose death exists. " Sheriff Lestrade suppressed his anger and patiently explained to the "honorable" lady again.

This has been explained countless times, it is hard for the sheriff who has been suffering.

"Then can you rule out the possibility of someone murdering? You can't confirm it. It's been seven days, and you haven't even confirmed this. What are you doing?" The madam who suddenly calmed down continued to ask in a hoarse voice.

Then she continued to vent her anger, she didn't care about anything but a result, she desperately needed a murderer, as if that was her only goal in this life.

Half an hour later, Deputy Sheriff Smith went out to coax away the congressman's wife who regained some sanity after yelling and questioning.

Lestrade, who was abused every day, went out with the sympathetic eyes of a police station.

Everyone thought he went outside to smoke a cigarette, but in fact he couldn't bear the pressure and planned to look for Sherlock again.

Having suffered through such pain for a week, Lestrade, whose hairline has receded a bit, is certainly not the first time to go to Sherlock because of this case.

It's a pity that this case madman seemed to be busy with something, so he ignored him without asking.

After being forced into invisibility for an hour, knowing that there was no hope, Lestrade finally gave up.

Now, a week after the case happened, he planned to try his luck again, to see if the goddess of luck would favor him, and it would be best if he happened to meet Sherlock who had no case today and was bored to death.

Arriving at the familiar 221B, Lestrade lost hope without even going upstairs. Sherlock is not there, and he won't be back in a short time.

He turned and left sullenly, standing on Baker Street, Lestrade didn't want to go back to the police station.

Regarding this case, he has found the location of the crime, determined the time of death, and checked the nearby surveillance cameras. This Benjamin Sterling died without warning.

As Lestrade and the deceased's mother explained, there were many injection marks on the corpse, and it was impossible to determine whether it was a single injection or multiple injections that day, and there was no indication that it was an accidental death caused by others or by oneself.

Even the murder cannot be confirmed, and the purpose and method of the murder cannot be guessed.

At this time, Lestrade misses Sherlock very much, this uncooperative, bad-tempered, trouble-loving detective.

The missed detective is not busy with the case, he is watching Alina in his parents' house.

The author has something to say: I fell asleep while coding yesterday,

So this is from yesterday,

Feeling the accumulation of my own debt,

Try to double update tomorrow.

Continue to count down~~~