[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"I was a little surprised when I heard Mycroft say that you know Mr. Sherlock Holmes." Harry, who came to discuss commissions with Sherlock on behalf of his boss, mentioned casually.

"Strictly speaking, Mr. Holmes and I are still schoolmates." Isabella said jokingly.

"Don't call me Mr. Holmes, PLEASE!" Sherlock changed into a black shirt and black suit, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard Isabella call him an extremely unpleasant title.

Mycroft's hands pouring tea trembled invisibly. Although he wanted to throw Sherlock out of Buckingham Palace very much, his good upbringing still made him smile and ignore Sherlock's unreasonable behavior. McCoff said: "Sit down Come on, Sherlock."

The other party gave him a blank stare in return.

Harry opened his mouth to break the deadlock. Before he came, he heard from Mycroft that his younger brother had a strange temper, so he didn't take it seriously, "It's like this, my boss has encountered a difficult problem."

"This matter is extremely sensitive, there is a possibility of crime, and now it is facing the risk of exposure. At this critical juncture, my dear brother, someone thought of you." McCoff took his words and continued.

"Why?" Sherlock lacked interest, he stared straight at the other side with his emotionless eyes without blinking, "We have all kinds of police forces, and the pervasive MI6, why did you come to find me?" I help?"

"Everyone is asking for your help, isn't it, Mr. Holmes?" said Harry.

Isabella smiled at Sherlock's reticent look, lowered her head and gently smoothed the folds of the white cherry-embroidered tea dress, as if she said inadvertently: "Because you are very smart, Isn't it?"

Sure enough, direct compliments to Sherlock are more effective than oblique words.

Sherlock pursed his lips, as if he was not as tit-for-tat as before. He said, "But no one with a navy name has ever approached me."

"This case is a matter of top secrecy and trust," Mycroft said.

"You can't even trust your own intelligence agency?" Watson asked rhetorically.

"Of course, they all spy on people for money."

The smile on Isabella's lips was slightly stiff, and she glanced sideways at McCoff, wondering if it's really okay to complain about herself?

"We're pressed for time," Harry suggested.

"Of course, have you seen this woman?" Mycroft took out a document from the briefcase and handed it to Sherlock, "You need to pay more attention...she was the focus of two political party scandals last year, and recently had an affair with a famous The writer got divorced because she not only cheated, but also stepped on two boats."

"You know I'm not interested in lace news, who is she?" Sherlock said indifferently, he looked at the coquettish woman in the photo like a poppy flower with his eyes as if looking at those cold glass chemical vessels.

"Irene Adler, known in the industry as The Woman. She has many nicknames, her favorite being the Sadist Queen."

"Dominatrix..." Sherlock repeated thoughtfully.

"Take it easy, it'stodowithsex." The expression on Mycroft's face was subtle.

Everyone in the room remained reserved, only Isabella gracefully picked up the teacup, and took a sip of the good black tea in the cup. Sherlock was even more annoyed by her posture as if she was watching a show.

"Sexdoesn'talarmme." Almost before Mycroft finished speaking, Sherlock followed his words and retorted seriously.

In this regard, Mycroft only smiled sarcastically, and said meaningfully: "How do you know?"

"At least I won't let it lead me by the nose," Mycroft's contemptuous attitude aroused Sherlock's rebellious heart, and he said insinuatingly, "It's not like some people who pretend to be afraid that others will know."

"..."

Isabella, who was implicated, pretended not to understand. She put down her teacup and shook her head slightly at the confused Harry, indicating that she didn't know where the war between the two brothers started.

"Okay," Mycroft compromised, he didn't want to quarrel with Sherlock today, after all, it was almost Christmas, and he didn't want World War III to break out at the dinner table, "What she offered was... Let's put it this way, A pleasure punishment for those who have a penchant for it and are willing to pay for it. These were downloaded from her website."

Sherlock flipped through the photos in his hand in a hurry, and he easily came to a conclusion, "I guess this Ms. Adler has some photos that cannot be seen."

"You're quick, Mr. Holmes," said Harry.

"It's not hard to deduce, so whose picture is it?" Sherlock asked back.

Harry and Mycroft looked at each other, as if there was something difficult to say, Harry said politely: "A person who is very important to my boss. I hope we don't talk about this anymore."

"Aren't you saying anything?" Watson, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly. After he finished speaking, he looked at Isabella in doubt.

Isabella, who was looked at by the military doctor's inexplicable eyes, had a strange expression. She frowned uncomfortably. It was a mistake for her to appear here. It seems that Watson misunderstood her as the protagonist of those photos?

"I can tell you, it's a young man. A young woman," McCoff said resignedly.

There was a smile on Sherlock's lips, and Isabella felt that Watson's sneaky look at her was even weirder.

In Watson's wide-eyed eyes, the sudden indifference between Isabella and Mycroft was probably due to that Adler. He vaguely heard from the gossip media that Princess Isabella's Sexual orientation is harder to guess than a British chef cooking Stargazing Pie.

Therefore, a bloody plot of the royal family, the British government, and sex workers kept playing in Watson's mind. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable his speculation was, so the frequency of peeking at Isabella became more and more frequent. more often.

"No matter what is going on in your mind, I have to say, that young woman is not me." Isabella said sternly.

"Uh, I'm sorry." The loyal and honest military doctor said nothing.

"..." Isabella looked at Mycroft complainingly, why did he speak so confusingly?

The old god Mycroft, who received the dissatisfied gaze, was there, and he did not respond to Isabella.

"How many of those pictures are there?" Sherlock asked bluntly.

"Obviously, the numbers are huge," Mycroft said.

"Then Miss Adler and this young woman appear in these photographs at the same time."

"Yes."

"There are many scenes in the photo that cannot be seen."

"As far as we can imagine, that's for sure."

"Can you help, Mr. Holmes?" asked Harry.

"How?" Sherlock asked coldly.

"Take this case."

"What case? Give me the money right away, as much as you want." Sherlock felt that it was a waste of his life to sacrifice his time in the early morning to guess riddles here. His words were cold, "You can learn when Ms. Adler publishes the photos. She's amazing."

"She didn't want anything, she contacted us to let us know about the photos and made it clear that she wasn't going to use them to extort money or anything," Mycroft explained.

"Oh...show off your strength," Sherlock sighed, he finally felt that this woman named Adler had something interesting, "showing off her strength to the most powerful family in Great Britain is worthy of being the sadistic queen. This is very interesting , isn't she? Where is she now?"

"She's in London now..."

Sherlock picked up his coat and got up to leave, and the others had to get up when they saw this, "Send me a text message for the details, and I'll contact you in the evening."

"I hope you're as amazing as you say," said Harry.

"I don't think you'll be disappointed, Harry," Isabella said with a smile.

"I need one more thing." Sherlock's eyes quickly swept across Harry's body, and those small details were accurately captured by him, and then he extracted one piece of information after another.

"Anything you want, I will send someone to deliver..."

"Can I have a box of matches? Or a lighter, it doesn't matter." Sherlock said to Harry.

"I don't smoke." Harry shook his head.

"I know, but your boss smokes."

Harry looked at him in surprise, as if he had learned Sherlock's ability, and he handed the lighter to Sherlock's palm, "...We have been keeping this little thing secret from the public, and most people don't know about it, Mr. Holmes."

"I'm not the majority."

"He's so humble," Watson hurriedly followed Sherlock's pace, "Nice to meet you."

"Wait," Isabella said suddenly. She quickly caught up with Watson, then stuffed the crystal ashtray she was carrying into his arms, raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't forget to take the gift."

"...Thank you, I mean, uh, it's really not necessary..." The embarrassed Watson just wanted to find a place to get in, he looked at the ashtray in his hand, and then looked at the complicated gazes of Harry and Mycroft behind him , he had no choice but to bite the bullet and carry it out of Buckingham Palace. He could imagine how many people would pay attention to him on the road.

After sending Sherlock and Watson away, the remaining three people in the room were relieved, even Mycroft and Harry sighed deeply. Isabella saw it, and wondered if they had solved their headache Sherlock's easy or troubled because of Adler and Matilda, but she guessed that Mycroft must be because of the former.

After all, not everyone has the experience of almost running naked in Buckingham Palace, let alone that person is his own brother.

"Mr. Holmes is indeed very perceptive," complimented Harry.

"He always likes to solve some innocuous cases by himself." McCoff said modestly.

"Then I'll report back to the boss first," Harry smiled wryly, "I really don't know what to do with this matter... Goodbye, Your Highness, and Mycroft."

"I guess I too..." Mycroft added, but was interrupted by Isabella.

"I still have something to tell you, please stay a while, Mr. Holmes." Isabella stopped him.

She thought about it for a long time, and she always felt that Moriarty dug the first hole for her while digging the second hole. Her intuition told her that it might be wise not to tell Sherlock, but she kept covering it. There may be further chaos in the future.

Isabella made up her mind, even if she was reprimanded by McCoff and secretly contacted Rose Party in private, she had to share some news with him.

Out of consideration for his own safety, he had already concealed a lot about Moriarty, and if she continued to conceal it from him for some random reason, the unequal information might cause even bigger problems.

McCoff paused, then turned around slowly, his gray-blue eyes were silently asking her.

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