[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The man's back was facing the light source, half of his face was deeply integrated with the pitch-black night, and a cigarette butt that was about to burn out was sandwiched between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand.

In the darkness, Isabella could only see the tail of the cigarette with orange light in his hand.Somehow, she suddenly felt that Mycroft at this moment was so cold that he was far from the person in her memory.

Without a trace of temperature, a completely cold-blooded and ruthless politician.

Isabella panicked in her heart, she stepped forward and grabbed Mycroft's cuff.

It was the silver cufflinks on his wrist that were cold, and Isabella's heart sank a little.

Mycroft stubbed out the cigarette with one hand, and the low-tar nicotine intake allowed his brain to rest for a while. The news that his agents had contacted with Moriarty a few days ago was not so optimistic. The self-proclaimed "Napoleon of Crime" young man code-named "Professor" is as cunning as a snake.

He lowered his head to look at Isabella with a worried face, his expression was still calm, as if everything in the world had never entered his eyes.

"Myc..." Isabella asked in a low voice.

"Are you done?" Mycroft asked.

"Yes, he told me a lot of things I wanted to know... I admit that some things are not black and white, and maybe there are indeed too many regrets in it." She lowered her eyes, feeling a little lonely.

Mycroft stared at her for a while, and wanted to raise his hand to pat her on the shoulder lightly.Suddenly the phone rang.

"Oh, sorry, my phone," Isabella suddenly woke up from the sad atmosphere, she shook her head apologetically, picked up the phone and pressed the answer button, "Hello?"

"It's me, Raz, and I found something I thought you'd like. About those symbols..."

"Hi Raz, uh, I don't think it's very convenient for me now..." Isabella glanced at the stern-looking Mycroft, and explained like a thief, "If possible, please contact Xia directly. Can Locke? Sherlock Holmes, you two should know each other."

"Okay, Sherlock, oh I see him..." The phone buzzed, as if the caller started running, "By the way, Meg, are you free for the weekend? I found a great empty wall with absolutely no community The auxiliary police came to hinder our painting, I promise."

"I'm sorry, I have to go to the Magistrate's Court to make a statement on Tuesday, I'm afraid I don't have time." Isabella made up a lie casually.

"Uh...I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, well, we'll talk about it later."

As she spoke, Isabella hung up the phone, and she smiled awkwardly at McCoff's scrutinizing gaze.

Surprisingly, Mycroft didn't bother to pursue her involvement in Sherlock's case, nor did he mention at all that a street graffiti fanatic offered his little girlfriend a suspected solo date "in person" over a phone line. Of course, it's more likely that he didn't take the other party seriously at all.

Mycroft turned his back to the endless darkness behind him. Through the glass door, he observed the grand banquet with singing and dancing inside, and said aloud: "Three days after Prince Harry's wedding, the royal family has an application for going to A private jet flight permit for a holiday in Greece, and you can go with it if you want."

"What?" Isabella frowned, "They are going on their honeymoon, so what should I do?"

"No, not just your brother, but also Princess Eugenie and your father, the royal family's annual routine vacation."

"So you asked me to go to Greece and leave London?" Isabella felt a little funny, "What's wrong? Is Britain going to fall?"

"No, I'm just a suggestion." Mycroft said calmly, as if he really just said it casually.

"I won't go," Isabella shook her head, her tone was very firm, "I will definitely not be on the same plane as him at the same time!"

McCoff naturally understood who this "he" was referring to.

The atmosphere between the two tends to be silent.

"Oh! You are here, Mycroft. I have been looking for you for a long time. What a pity. The banquet is coming to an end. Why didn't you go to dance?" There was an eerie silence among the people.

"No, Brian, you know I prefer to be alone for a while." Mycroft smiled fake.

"You are so, but the Miss Taylor next to you might like those dynamic dance steps!" The prime minister's already red face became even more rosy after drinking the wine, as if it had been coated with sugar in the oven.

"Thank you for your concern, but I also like it here. The air is very fresh, isn't it?" Isabella replied without leaking.

"Hmm..." The Prime Minister sniffed, "It's very refreshing, but, I know, you prefer to stay with Mycroft, right?"

Facing the little joke made by the Prime Minister, Isabella responded by pursing her lips and smiling.

"Okay, Brian, it's getting late, I think it's time to draw a break tonight," Mycroft said.

"Hmm... Let me check the time, it's indeed getting late." The Prime Minister glanced at the expensive wristwatch, nodded, then reached out and patted Mycroft's shoulder, "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

A small black car in the parking lot flashed double flashes in a low-key manner, and slid into the restaurant door waiting for its owner to get on the car.Anthea, who had been on standby in the car, put away her mobile phone and opened the door for McCaughey.

McCoff made a smooth push, first pushed Isabella into the back seat of the car, and after closing the door, walked around to the other side and sat down slowly.

"Pall Mall? Sir?" Anthea asked.

"Yes." Mycroft nodded.

"Sir, this is the evaluation report submitted by Dr. Bofur..." Anthea handed him a thick stack of documents.

Mycroft took it, and at the same time, the emergency lights in the car lighted up intimately. He read very fast, almost ten lines at a glance.

"Why, everything in my psychological report is normal?" Isabella said, "It's all in accordance with the standard procedure, and I haven't hidden anything."

"The above conclusion says that Dr. Bofur still recommends that you carry out several more psychological interventions." Mycroft casually threw the report aside.

"Are you still here?" Isabella took a deep breath and complained, "I don't want to smell the disinfectant water from Butts Hospital anymore. The new brand they changed contains too much chlorine."

"This is positive for your treatment."

"Okay..." Isabella reluctantly agreed to Mycoff's arrangement, she rubbed the phone case with her fingertips, and after thinking for a long time, she decided to ask Mycoff for help, "By the way, Myc, you know these things Symbols? They look really weird..."

Mycroft took her phone and glanced at it before returning it. Instead of replying directly, he pondered for a moment, as if seeing through her meaning at a glance, and said, "It's Sherlock's case again?"

"Uh, yeah, but none of us know what that means..." Isabella blinked and teased, "I thought maybe you would, because you always say you're the smartest one."

"Oh, of course," Mycroft smiled reservedly, "Are you sure you want me to tell you what these are? Sherlock later asked how you found out, what should you say?"

"You told me—" Isabella quickly thought of the consequences of doing so, she held her forehead and said helplessly, "Oh, no, I have already foreseen the result of what I did, and Sherlock will definitely sue me Ruined his enjoyment of solving the case."

"Then leave the little puzzles for Sherlock to play." Mycroft closed his eyes and let his brain rest for a while.

"I suspect you're just too lazy to use your brain..." Isabella pointed out the truth, "No way, Myc, after you're too lazy to work outside, you don't even bother to think about these riddles?"

"My brain is spinning all the time, but not for these boring code words."

"Then take it as an answer to my doubts, and I promise not to tell Sherlock, and not to ruin his rare pleasure."

Mycroft was silent for a while, and just when Isabella thought he would not speak, the man suddenly uttered a few words: "Suzhou Code."

……

The next day.

Butts Hospital.

"Hi, Isabella, why are you here?"

Jasmine, a female forensic doctor in a white coat, looked at Isabella who suddenly appeared in Bartz Hospital in surprise.

"Good afternoon, Molly," she greeted Molly with a smile, "I'm here to see Dr. Bofur, how are you doing, is everything okay?"

"Of course, I'm fine. Dr. Bofur is in the office. Do you want me to take you?"

"No, there's no need. In fact, I just came out of his office." Isabella shook the medical certificate in her hand.

"Oh! What's wrong with you? Is something wrong?" Jasmine asked worriedly.

"No, it's just a little problem..."

Jasmine looked at Isabella's ambiguous words, as if she didn't want to talk more, and then contacted Dr. Bofur who was focusing on psychotherapy at Bartz Hospital, so she inevitably thought in a strange direction.

"It's okay, Isabella, I can understand you. In fact, my current state is similar to yours..." The kind female forensic doctor held Isabella's hand, and the two sat on a bench in the hospital corridor. She consoled Isabella awkwardly.

"Huh?" Isabella looked at her strangely.

"I know, it's normal for us to get bogged down in emotions all the time because of some feelings we don't get, uh, you know what I mean?"

"not understand……"

"I mean, um...Actually, I also had some bad thoughts because of relationship problems, but it's all in the past. I believe you can do it too, Isabella."

"Wait..." Isabella, who was getting more and more uncomfortable, quickly stopped Jasmine's words, and asked suspiciously, "Thank you very much for enlightening me, but I think you misunderstood?"

"Eh?!" Now it was Jasmine's turn to freeze in place.

"I went to Dr. Bofur not because of emotional problems, but because of some bad memories, which have been haunting me." Isabella explained.

Jasmine blushed now, she hurriedly stood up and stammered an apology to Isabella: "I'm sorry! I thought..."

"It's okay, Jasmine, I know you are kind." Isabella took her hand and pulled it down, motioning her to sit down, "I haven't asked you yet, you also went to Dr. Bofur for a diagnosis ?"

Jasmine nodded shyly, "Yes, it's about Sherlock... Please keep it a secret for me, can you?"

"Of course I will."

"It was the first few months, and now I'm fine. There were days when I wondered what kind of woman Sherlock would like... I tried to change myself, whether it was wearing a light lipstick or wearing something that made me feel Uncomfortable high heels... Later I found out that he didn't care about these at all. He did notice, after all, it was Sherlock Holmes, and he could tell that I had a new hairstyle and a new necklace with just one look. But he just noticed it. "Jasmine's eyes were a little lonely.

"Sherlock is like this." Isabella comforted the other party.

"So I didn't know what to do at that time, so I went to Dr. Beaufor for help."

"How did he say?"

"He thought I was under too much psychological pressure and prescribed me some sleep aid medicine."

"Oh, Jasmine..." Isabella patted the back of her hand, expressing comfort.

"Ah, originally I wanted to enlighten you, but why did I tell you..." Jasmine clenched her hands tightly, "By the way, I heard from my friend that the Golden Dragon Circus from China is about to hold a performance in London. Tonight is the last time, do you want to watch it together?"

"tonight?"

"Yes, are you free?"

"Well... yes, I have, it's almost six o'clock in the afternoon, is there still time to book a ticket?"

"Actually, my friend gave me two tickets..." Jasmine took out two tickets of the Golden Dragon Circus from her bag, "I don't know if you like to watch circus performances."

"Yes, I am very happy to go." Isabella said with a smile.

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