[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"Bingo!" The man snapped his fingers approvingly.

"The scent of the perfume is exactly the same as the one on the card..." Isabella's expression was complicated, and her fingers holding the wine glass unconsciously tightened.

"Relax, relax," Moriarty glanced at her whitish knuckles, "Isn't it very good? Napoleon's water is not inferior to some special notes."

"Thank you, I still prefer cedar and sandalwood," Isabella retorted, and she focused on the voice changer that the other party specially brought. "Isn't the mask enough to hide your identity? You need to use a special voice changer." instrument to cover up?"

"Oh," Moriarty fiddled with the small voice changer, and said lazily enough to make Isabella jump in shock, "after all, I don't have anyone who can be called the most powerful in Britain." The teachings of the master of cross-dressing~"

"what……"

"Rudy Holmes," said Moriarty lazily, "you're so surprised. Didn't that ICEMAN tell you?"

Isabella only remembers that when she was very young, because she ran out of the palace without authorization many times, Her Majesty once invited a man to look after her in the palace. That was a memory older than Mr. Nott, and it had become a The deepest shard of the memory palace.

In the memory, the man had taught her some cross-dressing skills, and his face had long been forgotten. In those scorching summers when cicadas sang, only the unique fragrance of cosmetic powder remained.

"Rudy..." Isabella obeyed her brain to search for the debris in the corners, she recalled with difficulty, "Auntie?"

How could that tall figure be a woman?

"Ummmm," Moriarty raised his head and poured the tequila into his mouth, "Ha, honey, you are much more interesting than I thought."

"You know who I am," said Isabella.This layer of meaning refers not only to her identity as Rosie, but also to her identity as a British princess.

"Of course, it's very simple. All the places that can be accessed on the Internet, those encrypted firewalls are useless to me."

"Really? You know a lot about me, but, likewise, I can draw some conclusions," Isabella raised her head slightly. She is not a three-year-old child being led by the nose, obviously , Moriarty came prepared, but she didn't hesitate at all, "The voice changer is not only because you don't want to use the original voice in front of others, but more importantly, you are afraid that I will recognize you, right? I know you , Moriarty."

"Wow~ I thought you were quite smart from the beginning," Moriarty said exaggeratedly, "You are indeed the lucky one who escaped from the London subway, what a Goodgirl~ I finally know why your IceCubessweetheart likes you .”

"..." Isabella almost crushed the glass, trying to restrain her anger, she asked angrily, "Is it you? The person behind Michael X, the real culprit who planned the subway bombing—"

"NONONO," he interrupted Isabella directly, he shook his finger, "I didn't participate in those stupid crimes, they were so stupid that I didn't want to mention them, it would ruin my brand. Yes Yes, I call myself - consulting criminals. Perfect job, isn't it?"

Isabella's eyes were almost on fire, this guy who almost buried himself in the depths of the subway.

"Are you waiting for someone, are you waiting for a recording pen?" Moriarty drank the wine, adjusted his suit slowly, then took out a recording pen from the inner pocket, and pushed it over. "I'm here to deliver the goods~ According to the rules of your club, exchange at equal value, don't forget your promise, happy transaction."

"...what do you want from me?"

"Well, if I said it was a computer carrying British government secrets, would you give it to me?"

"It's impossible."

"Forget it, I'll talk about it when I think about it," Moriarty felt a little bored, he stood up, stretched out his hand suddenly, and started touching his plain white mask without warning, "Is it beautiful?"

The moment his fingers touched the mask, the originally pale mask seemed to be activated. As the temperature of his palm rose, the place he touched seemed to be bleeding, and the red and red blood handprints were all over the place. The eyes and corners of the lips that had been sleeping on the mask came back to life, with grinning teeth and a ferocious face, and a pair of bloody eyes that seemed to be weeping, like a demon crawling out of the abyss, and the instigator Moriarty looked at the startled Isabella laughed so hard that she almost burst into tears.

"Good night, Mylittle princess. I hope you don't have nightmares."

"Good night," Isabella sneered, "My professor."

The man stopped abruptly, his back turned to Isabella, without turning around.

"Professor McVitty." Isabella revealed his identity. At the last second, she found from her past memories that Moriarty accidentally exposed it on the draft paper when he explained math problems to her in college. The handwriting is fierce and insolent, just like the handwriting of the message he left her - MISSME.

At the last second, she pulled back a round.

Moriarty didn't speak, he stopped in his tracks, and the next second he held the small voice changer between his fingers, and with a graceful parabola, he accurately dropped it into the wine glass of the man on the other side who was talking about affairs .

The recorder was quietly placed within reach of her. Isabella thought twice, but still tentatively stretched out her hand and squeezed it into her palm.She thought that the recording pen she got from the rose party could reveal the truth of the car accident that year, but she didn't expect that it was Moriarty himself who came to deliver the letter.

She has begun to suspect that the recording pen is a trap that has been laid long ago.

However, if it was a carefully set trap, why did Moriarty show up in person to arouse her vigilance?

It was getting late, Isabella put away the recording pen, and no longer participated in the gatherings of these dandies, she squinted at them, and seemed to see the group of people holding a bunch of laughing glasses in their hands. send colorful balloons to his mouth.These young men are really brave.

Before going out, Isabella pulled off the no longer fresh freesia on the skirt and threw it into the silver tray at the waiter's hand, and walked out the door of Anola's bar. The air outside the door was a little stuffy. With the golden mask on, a mediocre and unfamiliar face appeared in the camera on the street.

She didn't seem to recognize her identity, and the camera just scanned around in a formal manner and focused on other intersections.Isabella is still very satisfied with her makeup skills. The Mr. Rudy in her memory taught her a lot about disguise.

Moriarty's words were still stirring in her heart. She never knew that Mr. Rudy was also a Sherlock Holmes!Since the brief encounter in childhood, Mr. Rudy seemed to have disappeared for so many years, and she never heard from him again.

What's the relationship between Mr. Rudy and Mycroft?Does McCoff also know what happened between her and Rudy?Isabella's question urgently needs an answer.She lowered her head and glanced at her watch. It was already [-]:[-] in the evening. She was just about to reach out to hail a taxi when her sixth sense suddenly activated the alarm.

Isabella looked back vigilantly, and there was no one on the street corner, but she clearly felt that someone was following her from behind just now, and she didn't think it was a misjudgment.

Urgently recalled the map of downtown London from her mind. Although it was night, thanks to the unique location of Anola Bar, the bustling city center was still lit all night no matter how late it was, which made her feel a little relieved. Well, those stalkers who don't know friends and foes will never do anything to her in the downtown area.

Isabella stood silently at the intersection for a while. From the perspective of passers-by, she seemed to be waiting for a bus, but only she knew that she actually flashed the license plate numbers of all the taxis passing in front of her. The short-term appearance of the passing driver was recorded in her mind, and she was relieved after going back and forth for 10 minutes.

The license plate numbers of the taxis on this street basically do not repeat, which means that at least there is no gang of stalkers driving around in disguised taxis meaninglessly in circles just to get her into the car.

Isabella hailed a taxi, and when the door closed she glanced at the corner again, and a black shadow flashed by.

"To Pall Mall," she whispered.

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