[Comprehensive] Runaway Witch

Alina stayed at 221B Baker Street, but her purpose of coming, to see what McCoff explained, was unexpectedly delayed.

Not because of London's hottest bride murder, or because Alina is not active, it's because Mycroft has gone nowhere.

After the phone call failed, on the evening of the second day, Sherlock took her to the weird Diogenes Club, but in the end, it was all in vain, and Mycroft was rarely there.

Elina only knew the name of the Diogenes Club, and now she finally visited it, and felt that it was so quiet that she could hear the sound of her heart.

As for Sherlock, he is obviously very familiar with this place, and he also stubbornly went to see McCoff's lounge, only then did he confirm that the person he was looking for was really not there, and took Elina away.

"Sherlock, I don't think McCoff doesn't like to talk?" After leaving the club and finally being able to talk, Alina got used to it before speaking.

"He's just lazy, thinking so much." Sherlock complained indifferently.

So the Diogenes Club exists to keep Mycroft lazy?

The answer is that different people have different opinions.

"Where are you talking about the witness? Let's go to see him directly." On the second day after being released by Mycroft and the third day after arriving, Elina suggested that she go directly to meet the so-called witness to the case discovered by Sherlock.

"Being taken away by McCoff, I can tell you about the situation I asked first." Sherlock frowned. It seemed that he regretted letting McCoff take him away, even though he was not voluntary at the time.

"Is he really the witness 14 years ago? He said it himself?" Alina wanted to confirm the identity of the other party first. She had always suspected that this person who appeared suddenly, and that he would be discovered by Sherlock.

"You don't have to doubt this, I've already investigated it, and he's telling the truth." Sherlock was confident in his observation.

"Then tell me what he told the truth." Alina thought that she should be the only one who knew the truth back then, and everyone else was half-knowledgeable, even her enemies.

"It's still suspicious, it's amazingly suspicious. The man said that he had some connections with the authorities in order to let me exonerate him. Of course he refused to tell me everything, but judging from the little details he revealed, He was the driver at the time, and after he picked up these powerful people nearby, your house caught fire and smoke billowed. The time and place are all right." Sherlock didn't ask too much, after all, the other party put this considered chips.

"Then you informed Mycroft, it's really not your style?" Alina held her chin and looked up at the long-legged Sherlock.

"You can't find a better person if you want to talk and talk and think deeply. Of course you should find him, and his desire to control makes him very interested in it." Sherlock is not sure about the choice at that time now, What the hell happened to Mycroft.

In fact, it wasn't that McCoff had no news at all. He just unilaterally sent emails to Sherlock and Alina, saying that he was out on business and his return date was undecided.

The reason they were so worried was the House of Lords mentioned by Elina, and this email was encrypted, so it was understandable for them to worry about McCoff.

"If he has something to gain, why hide it from us." Alina is now afraid that this witness is real. If he really knows the people involved, those people will not be so easy to be kind.

"Didn't you hide it for so many years? Now, the bride's case has left Scotland Yard looking for a needle in a haystack, and the third body has not been found yet. We are bored, tell me what is going on." Sherlock pointed He stared into Elena's eyes, feeling full of oppression.

"The last ones who set the fire were a group of nobles who have a place in the House of Lords." Alina's face was calm, but she could still feel the scorching heat of the fire more than ten years ago, as well as the despair of escaping from death, the despair in her heart...

"You know who they are!" Sherlock couldn't believe it. 14 years ago, Alina was only 15 years old. The world was turned upside down overnight, and she hid the name of her enemy, and no one said it.

What kind of pain, what kind of endurance, pretending to be ignorant, allowing myself to survive, but watching those enemies get away with it.

In the countless nights after the fire, how did Alina fall asleep...

"They know that I'm still alive, they all know...I must know nothing, and neither do you. No one can know these secrets, so that everyone can survive." Elina said the reason why she gritted her teeth to hide it.

"Now? Isn't it the time? If I hadn't informed you, you wouldn't have planned to give them a good look." The full-fledged them could fight back, how could Elina be so patient.

"It's too early to close the net. The House of Lords can't cover the sky with one hand now, but they still have a lot of rights. And I am willing to wait, waiting for the chance of revenge." Alina is willing to wait, she has waited for so long, The revenge you want must never be stained with the blood of the people you care about.

"How can you wait, they will always be nobles, no matter how powerful the power is suppressed, the privileges will not be eliminated immediately. No..." Sherlock subconsciously found the loophole in Elina's language.

"No, you know...you know what will happen..." Sherlock narrowed the distance between himself and Elina, and said words that he didn't even believe.

Alina has been in the United States all these years, this Sherlock can be sure, saying that she pays attention to the United Kingdom, he also knows, but she understands the development of the situation and can predict the future?

And it's the future of those stubborn nobles, he looked at Elina with unprecedentedly deep eyes.

There was a moment of silence in the living room.

You can even hear Sherlock's mind racing fast.

And Elina, she just looked at Sherlock.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." There was a knock at the door, and the opening, and then Detective Lestrade's voice from downstairs.

Then came the sound of hurrying upstairs, as he called to Scotland Yard's much-needed consulting detectives, "Sherlock...Sherlock! The third female body..."

The detective's yelling stopped abruptly after opening the door on the second floor.

"Um... you brothers and sisters are... really close..." Lestrade had one leg still on the stairs, and one hand had already opened the door to the living room on the second floor. Then his expression and movements froze, and he said nothing. Say something like that.

Alina kept the posture of looking at Sherlock with her chin in front of her. He was too tall, and it was too tiring for Alina to raise her head and talk to him.

Sherlock was originally standing, but then sat down, because he wanted to observe Alina's reaction, and also to increase the sense of oppression, he kept getting closer.

So the distance between the two was extremely close, and Elina always felt that Sherlock's nose tip was going to pierce her face, but she couldn't retreat, the sofa was behind her head, and she couldn't move in the corner of the sofa.

Alina knew that Sherlock could be said to be interrogating her, but Detective Lestrade didn't know, that's how the misunderstanding happened.

It's hard for him to finally round up such a sentence.

"It's only been a day, it's interesting." Sherlock, who had been changing moods quickly, backed away, and turned to look at Lestrade, who was acting strangely at the door.

Alina sat up straight and breathed a sigh of relief. Sherlock's gaze was like a scanner, and when he was intentionally oppressing, it was quite stressful to look at him.

"Don't keep your stupid actions that reflect your IQ, come in." Lestrade was already retracting his legs and entering the living room, but before the stairs, his movements were a little uncoordinated, and he was a little slow cautiously. As a result, Sherlock despised him and felt distressed. Inspector.

"As for you, Alina, keep your little secret safe." Sherlock stood up and gave Alina a warning look.

"Sherlock, let's get down to business, the bride case..." Lestrade couldn't stand the weird atmosphere in the living room, maybe it was his own imagination, he made a sound, wanting to talk about his reason for coming.

"How is the check of the vehicles going to and from the dry cleaners? There is an accurate pick-up time. You can find the vehicles that stopped at that time. It's been a whole day. What's the result?" Sherlock interrupted Lestrade without saying anything. Bullshit he knows.

"There is no result yet. Comparison and analysis will take time." Speaking of this, Lestrade was also helpless, and his urging did not achieve any effect.

"Excuses, all are excuses! Need time? An excuse for incompetence." While criticizing, Sherlock went back to his room to change his clothes.

Wearing a nightgown or something, it's no wonder Lestrade's reaction in front of him.

"Miss Clark, do you know what new discoveries Sherlock has made?" Detective Lestrade went to the opposite side of Alina, secretly inquiring about the situation with her, who made Sherlock always like to act on his own, and then didn't tell him anything.

"Actually, I don't know what he has gained. I went out yesterday and didn't act with Sherlock, so I don't know much." Alina's heartbeat finally returned to its original speed, so her answer was calm. idle.

Alina was very grateful to the sheriff who "saved" her and interrupted Sherlock's confession, but she couldn't help.

"Didn't Sherlock accompany you? It's really reckless." Detective Lestrade didn't know what to make up, and the meaning between the words was a bit wrong.

"Sherlock has his own affairs to attend to. I don't know Scotland Yard's method of solving the case, but are there not enough data personnel for comparative analysis?" Alina tried her best to make her words tactful. She has cooperated with Garcia more, and she always feels that All data officers just press the keyboard to know the affairs of the world.

"Hey... don't talk about this, wait until the scene, Miss Clark, please help us to see, BAU, that's how I know it's so powerful, I'm sorry and disrespectful." Lestrade changed the subject because he couldn't show his family ugliness.

"I believe in Sherlock, he will solve the matter, my role is limited." Alina didn't do everything.

Because Scotland Yard didn't like the participation of outsiders, even the resident Sherlock was rejected so much, let alone her, an Englishman staying in the United States.

"Elena, your trust needs a little more." Sherlock had shown up in his formal suit, a man in a summer shirt and suit.

"I thought it was enough, Sherlock." Lestrade couldn't help complaining that Elina praised Sherlock, but this Sherlock was still not satisfied, which made him, a lovelorn, how to live and how to live.

"What do you think? How much of what you think is right, for example, your girlfriend who you don't think will break up with you." Lestrade, who just felt abused, was hit by Sherlock's fatal blow before he recovered.

"Shut up! Sherlock, if it wasn't for you..." Lestrade wanted to die.

"If it wasn't for me, you would still want to help her raise other people's children, and maybe you would marry her and become a father." Sherlock invalidated Lestrade's struggle.

Dying struggles are really useless, especially when facing Sherlock.

Alina smiled brightly, she was silently mourning for Detective Lestrade in her heart, really, look at her serious eyes.