Hello everybody, welcome back to another episode of the casual criminless.

As always, let me host Simon, welcome.

I'm here one of my writers, this case, George, thank you so much.

George has written me a script.

It's all about the murder of Shephilia Ahmed.

This is a British case.

I vaguely remember this. Wasn't this something to do with an honor killing? Like dinner, didn't, wasn't it like the parents killed their daughter over something insane because of some like religious thing? This was a long time ago, but it was in the UK.

I vaguely remember this.

Therefore, one of the show if you're new here. I've never read this before, obviously.

We're going to read it together and explore it to your audience let's jump in

Nettled in the heart of the English countryside Sedwick Cumb, epitomises the quintessential rural charm of England.

This picturesque village with its verdant meadows and gently rolling hills.

Appears as though it could have been plucked directly from the canvas of a turn or a constable masterpiece.

There are old stone cottages with their quaint gardens and ivy-clad walls, the likes of which

are emblematic of traditional Englishness.

They line the village's winding streets, and through the center of it all the river Kent meanders

lazily through, the gentle ticking of its flow being a constant audible reminder that this is

the absolute zenith of idyllic English countryside. I grew up in a small little village

in the English countryside and you'd get tourists there and you'd be like, what the hell are you doing

in this village? It's so boring. There's nothing to do, there's nothing to eat.

There's just a boring town. Village.

Village, definitely not a town with nothing going on. And people would come there and be like,

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