[Comprehensive] Runaway Witch

Another beautiful wedding dress, conspicuous, beautiful and out of place in the narrow alley.

This time Elina got a pair of gloves, but she didn't walk in the front line either. It was mainly Sherlock who was checking, and Elina watched more and moved less.

"It's different this time." Alina murmured.

"Kindness, it seems that BAU is not useless, at least it gave you some eyesight." Sherlock heard the words so softly.

Alina's response was a blank stare. She felt that she would not be a lady when she met Sherlock, because he was so annoying, and because she had no burden facing Sherlock, "Thank you for your compliment!"

"You're welcome, you're raising the average IQ here, so you deserve the praise." Sherlock actually replied with a worrying EQ.

Lestrade next to him could hardly roll his eyes anymore, "You two, shall we talk about the case first? Sherlock, please stop attacking our IQ, thank you."

"I finally know why this long face is so annoying. He put all his EQ on IQ, so he still has a girlfriend. God is really unfair." The forensic doctor who was asked to shut up last time couldn't help it Sarcasm out loud.

"And you're about to marry your fiancée who doesn't love you at all, congratulations." Sherlock's response was always so fiery.

Every time the people who were exposed were so angry that they were about to explode. The current Mr. Forensic Doctor was already blushing, on the eve of the explosion.

"Focus! Guys!" Detective Lestrade emphasized again, asking everyone to focus on what such a lively investigation scene looks like.

"Have you found out the identity of the deceased? She will be a breakthrough point. Unsub's emotions towards her are unusual. This deceased should have an intersection with unsub." Alina pointed to the blood on the female corpse's face, which was irregular, but All over his face, jealousy has already rushed to his face.

"Unsub?" Detective Lestrade didn't react, but he had done his homework after all, "You said the suspect was related to the deceased."

"That's right!" Alina nodded and answered with certainty.

"Why?" Detective Lestrade had a hard time trusting Alina the way he trusted Sherlock, even though he already knew that she was a tall BAU.

"Obviously! You still have to ask Alina, it's a disgrace to Scotland Yard." Sherlock studied the wound on the corpse's face.

"Sherlock, don't interrupt Miss Clark." This is the detective who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. Now that there is a cooperating expert, the annoying Sherlock can be thrown over the wall.

"Please continue, Miss Clark." Lestrade, who turned his head and was very respectful to Alina, asked the reason, but he didn't trust her so much.

"Unsub...Um...the suspect changed the pattern of the attack. She used a knife to disfigure her face this time. The emotion was obvious, from jealousy to hatred. Such emotions would not be towards a complete stranger." Alina looked at the unrecognizable female corpse , What a hatred, to ruin a woman's appearance like this.

Not as versatile as Sherlock, Alina is not good at autopsy, but she can still see that the knife marks on the face were made when the deceased was alive.

"Her identity will be known soon, and we are already looking for missing records." The identity of the deceased is the first priority for the police to know. They have been looking for it since the body was discovered, but there is no information yet.

"Scotland Yard..." Sherlock's toneless words were contemptuous enough.

"Could it be her fiancé's ex-girlfriend who did it?" The forensic doctor who couldn't help but participate in the who is the murderer quiz, he was not allowed to touch the corpse, and the detective didn't let him quarrel with Sherlock, so it was really boring.

"Straight-line thinking, why don't you say that she inflicted the wound on herself and then committed suicide? .

The forensic doctor who was ridiculed by the "enemy" glared at Sherlock, but didn't know what to refute.

The same conjecture was made, but Detective Lestrade, who hadn't had time to say it, looked at forensic doctor Anderson sympathetically, the warrior who rushed to the front line of Sherlock's artillery fire every time.

"Sherlock, if you have an idea, tell us quickly so we can catch her. Scotland Yard's phone number has been blown up, all because of this case." Detective Lestrade should have more sympathy for him Himself, because he is the one who confronts Sherlock, the real warrior.

"Of course I find the criminal and the evidence, I will notify you." Sherlock obviously speculated, but he just didn't say anything, maintaining his usual style.

"Erina, let's go." Sherlock put down these words and strode away.

"Sherlock, why are you still like this, Miss Clark is here, you have to pay attention to her safety, I haven't finished yet, Sherlock..." Lestrade tried to stop Sherlock, but obviously failed.

"Where are we going? The shop that sells this wedding dress?" Alina made this joke to make fun of Sherlock, who had a great performance in the wedding dress shop last time.

"The fiancé of the deceased, I think we really want to meet." Sherlock looked at his mobile phone and walked and hailed a taxi accurately. This is a skill, at least Elina can't do it.

"You already know her identity? It's amazing." Alina quickly understood what Sherlock was doing on the phone, and he actually took the first step to confirm the deceased's name and her address.

"Is Miss Jefferson's fiancé in?" Sherlock asked the young man who answered the door.

"I am, may I ask who you are?" The man was handsome and thin, and his face was a little pale, which made the dark circles under his eyes more obvious.

"Police, I want to come in and chat with you." Sherlock showed the police ID in his hand, indicating that he was a genuine police officer.

"It's not bad news, please, it's not bad news!" From seeing the police officer's certificate, or hearing Sherlock introduce himself as a policeman, the eyes of the deceased's fiancé, Mr. Whedon, were a little red.

"Unfortunately, your wedding is going to be cancelled. This is not the first time your family has canceled their wedding." Sherlock showed a very vivid image of a sympathetic policeman at this time.

"OH! OH..." The young Mr. Whedon understood what he meant from Sherlock's body and expression language. It's not that he didn't worry about it before, it was just a subconscious denial, and now the police appeared.

Mr. Whedon understood Sherlock's subtext, he understood it, but he didn't want to believe it, "Whathappened? Mary! God! What happened to her."

Issues of real concern were ignored, and topics that he didn't want to discuss in detail were picked out. Sherlock's acting skills were a little bit overwhelmed, and he reluctantly held back, continuing his character as a kind policeman.

Seeing Sherlock's little disappointment, Alina really wanted to open Sherlock's head to see, did he think that a man who just lost his fiancée would immediately talk about his own sex with him?

"Unfortunately, she was killed. We found you. Miss Jefferson's fiancé just wanted to know about her situation." Sherlock's tone was choked up.

Alina already admires Sherlock's acting skills very much, really, now she feels that the actors are all weak.

The other audience was not in the mood to appreciate Sherlock's performance. In fact, even if the performance was not so perfect, Mr. Whedon, whose mood fluctuated from sobs to encouragement, would not notice any clues.

"Mypity Mary! How could this happen to her and not to us? No!" Mr. Whedon covered his face and cried, shaking his head while crying, as if his fiancée was still alive.

"Denial." Sherlock mouthed this to Alina, apparently saying that Mr. Whedon was now in the first of five stages of grief, denial.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock saw that Mr. Whedon was sobbing that he couldn't lift his head, and was muttering sadly all the time, so he returned to his usual expressionless face, but his tone was still very good, a policeman who blamed himself.

"Why! Why is our Mary, she is so kind, kind, and caring. Why can't you find the murderer earlier and bring him to justice? Why did this happen to Mary?" Mr. Whedon's grief seemed to be found Exit, he stood up angrily.

Wandering around the living room while crying, "Mary must be very scared, that terrible bride killer. Mary is the third, she is already the third, can't you catch him earlier, and Mary will Not leaving!"

Finally, strong emotions overwhelmed him, and Mr. Whedon collapsed on the sofa, weeping.

"Anger and Depression." Sherlock has been paying attention to Mr. Whedon's emotions, and he still wants to ask questions. The second stage of the five stages of grief, anger, and the fourth stage, depression, are not a good time to ask questions.

"It means that he and Miss Jefferson have a very good relationship. Generally, the family members are the ones who are so sad. It's a pity that they were not able to get married and stay together forever." Alina was quite touched by such a relationship. It should have been a loving couple. Husband and wife, now heaven and man are separated.

"Love, love..." Sherlock's tone was not so polite, it was completely disdainful.

Fortunately, Mr. Whedon has been in a sad mood, and he did not find the conversation between the two "policemen".

"It's not as simple as coming to tell me the news, or else one phone call would be enough, why bother to dispatch two policemen." Mr. Whedon's mood was still very depressed, but he finally calmed down.

Of course Sherlock also felt it, and entered the state as quickly as possible, "Mr. Whedon, I can understand your grief and anger, but we really don't want such a tragedy to happen again."

"Ask, just ask if you have anything." Because of crying, Mr. Whedon's voice was already hoarse, with traces of sadness.

"We want to know, does your fiancee know any woman who planned to get married but failed in the end?" Now that Mr. Whedon had spoken, Sherlock asked directly.

"You think this woman is a murderer, and she knows Mary?" Mr. Whedon's IQ did not drop, and he quickly understood what Sherlock meant.

"Is there such a person?" Sherlock looked at Mr. Whedon expectantly, his mind spinning quickly, who is it, the lover of a friend, the lover of a relative, or simply a relative, or a friend, or it is really the former. Girlfriend, although the possibility is unlikely, after all, this is the third deceased.

"I need to think... NO! No, we don't have such friends and relatives around us, and how could friends and relatives treat Mary like this." Mr. Whedon was really trying to remember, but found nothing.

Both Sherlock and Alina realize that Mr. Whedon is telling the truth.

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, obviously the evidence pointed to this, and this sad fiancé was telling the truth...

So it's a dead end?

The author has something to say: two hours of fighting with ** web version,

All kinds of 502 can not be boarded,

Finally, the pad is connected (^O^;)