[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"There are so many people..."

Isabella squeezed into the crowd, and the normally empty square was full of young men and women wearing luminous Christmas headbands. In the past, white pigeons were often seen in Trafalgar Square leisurely pecking at the grass seeds among the lawns. , and now, because of the sudden increase in the flow of people, most of the footholds are occupied by the crowd, these pigeons are also very uncomfortable, and they keep circling in mid-air.

"Stand under the tree and look up...this Christmas tree is too tall." Carol raised her head and muttered.

The snow on the square was trampled into icy water by the passing pedestrians, only the huge towering Christmas tree was clean, and there was a street performer playing a violin, intoxicated in the world of music.

"The New Year is coming too." Isabella said softly as she heard the lingering sound of the violin in her ear.

Carol patted her on the shoulder, "You can get Christmas chocolates over there, let's go."

The thick tree trunk is wrapped with red and white confetti round and round, and a staff member wearing a funny Santa hat is sitting in front of a table and chair to register citizens who come to receive limited Christmas chocolates.

"Name." The staff member said without looking up.

"Carol, and Isabella."

"OK, each of you can receive four chocolates," he said, and he took out a few chocolates packed in Christmas balls from the box behind him, "there are raspberry flavors, raspberry flavors, and milk and apple flavors. "

"Uh, I want to ask, are all the decorations on that Christmas tree really made of chocolate?" Carol asked curiously.

"Yes, this is a new idea this year. You must know that these pieces of chocolate were still hanging high on the tree last night!" said the staff.

Isabella looked at the palm-sized Christmas ball, with cute snowflakes and Santa Claus painted on it, and a gold and silver ribbon threaded through the ring, allowing it to be easily hung.

The two walked and chatted with chocolate balls in their hands. From Carol complaining about how she found out her ex-boyfriend cheated on her to the recent stocks that were gaining momentum, Isabella sometimes had a hard time imagining how Carol's thinking would jump like this big.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" Carol pressed her hands against the sphere, and then turned it vigorously. It automatically split into two hemispheres, revealing the chocolate inside. "Oh, it's still in the shape of a gingerbread man."

"Eating too much sweets will cause a toothache." Isabella subconsciously said.

"Well... it's really a bit sweet." Carol took a bite of the chocolate.

The violin sounds of the street performers in the distance have changed several tunes back and forth, from classic Christmas songs to upbeat Scottish violin tunes, and then the violinist bowed slightly, and a familiar song "Amazing Grace" sounded .

"MerryChristmas..." Isabella laughed, "and HappyNewYear."

"Happy New Year!"

A distant bell rang, and the dull and long chime quietly shook a pinch of small snowflakes from the branches of the Christmas tree.

After lunch, Carol drove Isabella back to 221B at her request.

"Are you still living in 221B? I remember that Mr. Holmes had an assistant, what's his name..."

"John Watson?"

"Yes."

"I don't live in 221B. The crisis of the year has been resolved long ago, but sometimes it's interesting to see Sherlock solve the case." Isabella said.

"Really?" Carol looked at her suspiciously. "If it wasn't for my understanding of this little Mr. Holmes, I almost thought that the other half of the ring would be him."

"What makes you so sure you can't be Sherlock?" Isabella asked with interest.

"Oh, because I believe that no one can bear the mouth of little Mr. Holmes." Carol stepped on the gas pedal, and the engine roared suddenly.

Isabella's laughter was drowned out by the sound of the engine, and she shook her head wildly, letting the wind play through her hair.

"I remembered, I read Mr. Watson's blog, the pink case is fascinating." Carol said loudly.

"Pink? Is that the taxi driver's?"

"Yes—" Carol turned the steering wheel violently, "It's so exciting!"

Carol's driving skills are still the same as usual after so many years. Isabella still remembers the "car accident", and her hand was hit hard.

Just when the car was about to arrive at 221B Baker Street, a black figure in human form fell from the sky and fell to the ground hard, making a loud noise.Isabella and Carol sat in the car, subconsciously closing their eyes.

She seemed to have heard the sound of bones breaking?

"My God!" Carol looked at the motionless man on the ground in horror. "He fell from upstairs! Is this a crime scene... or? We should call the police..."

"Wait..." Isabella stopped, she saw correctly just now, the window where the strange man fell happened to be the living room of Sherlock's house.

Isabella opened the car door and approached the man who didn't know whether to live or die, "Concussion...multiple fractures, damaged lungs..."

"Sounds serious!" Carol exclaimed, covering her mouth.

At this moment, the upstairs window of 221B suddenly opened, and a fluffy curly hair poked its head out: "Please bring him up, thank you."

"...?"

The two were dumbfounded, but Isabella was the first to react, and asked in disbelief, "Are you sure you're not committing any crime?"

"Of course not," Sherlock's tone was flat, as calm as if he had drunk a cup of coffee, and he called back, "John?"

After a while, the military doctor walked out of the gate of 221B with a helpless expression on his face. He first greeted Isabella, and then helped the unlucky man who fell from the upstairs without a word. The mysterious man of the fish walked up to the second floor with difficulty.

Then, a pair of familiar pale hands stretched out from the window, and then, under Isabella's surprised eyes, the man fell from the second floor to the concrete floor in front of the door of 221B again.

The fall was harder this time, and Isabella was sure she heard the crack of a broken leg bone.

"Sherlock?!" Isabella looked at Carol, who had a terrified expression. She thought to herself that the other party probably thought she broke through some murder scene, so she reluctantly comforted her, "Uh, don't be afraid, this may be What kind of experiment or something..."

"...Aren't we supposed to come here?" Carol swallowed hard, her pale face subconsciously took a step back, "Let's go first..."

"Uh, don't be afraid, two ladies," perhaps seeing that Carol's hand holding the phone was trembling slightly, Watson leaned out of the window with a good temper and said, "Sherlock has told Detective Lestrade Long, this man...er, just kidnapped and threatened Mrs. Hudson."

"CIA?" Isabella asked with a frown.

"You can see that the speed is much slower," Sherlock's voice came, "You are definitely infected by the fat man."

"...I don't think so, even though you have reported to Scotland Yard, don't really cause any murders," Isabella discouraged, "I have already imagined the expression of McCoff, so you can't give Your brother save some snacks?"

Just when the two of them were upstairs and downstairs, you and I were talking non-stop, the ambulance and the police car arrived late.

The medical staff struggled to put the man in a coma covered in blood onto the stretcher, and Inspector Lestrade got out of the car after him. He saw Isabella standing by the side of the road, and asked, "Uh, you, what are you doing?" Also here? Is it related to the royal family? Sherlock didn't say anything on the phone..."

"No, I just happened to meet..." Isabella smiled brightly.

"Grand, thank you for your hard work." Sherlock put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, appeared mysteriously from the second floor on the side of the road, and said coldly behind Isabella and Inspector Lestrade.

"God, you scared me...Wait, who is Grande?!" Inspector Lestrade complained dissatisfied.

"So... this is really not a murder scene?" Carol flinched. In fact, the few times she had direct contact with Sherlock were not particularly pleasant. Indeed, as the rumors said, they were rare. Someone can keep up with this genius brain, at least not himself.

"Don't worry, Scotland Yard will take care of it," said the inspector in charge. He turned his head and glanced at the bloody man in the ambulance. The tall man said, "How many times did he fall?"

"I don't remember exactly, Mr. Sheriff," said Sherlock calmly, "nothing."

"..."

"Is Mrs. Hudson all right?" Isabella asked with concern.

"She was just frightened," Watson explained.

Hearing this, Sherlock clicked his tongue lightly, causing Watson to look over in doubt.

"It doesn't seem to be a big problem," Isabella comforted Carol, "Would you like to come to 221B for a cup of tea?"

"No, there's no need..." Carol felt the sharp needle-like eyes of the famous consulting detective on her, and said bravely, "Then I'll go first, there is a New Year's celebration at the bar the day after tomorrow I hope you can come to the party."

"Thank you, I will try my best." Isabella replied with a smile.

Sherlock and his party stepped into Mrs. Hudson's room. The always kind and nagging old man looked terrified. She covered her face with one hand, as if she was sobbing softly.

"We have to get Mrs. Hudson out of Baker Street, it's too dangerous..." Watson suggested.

"No need," Sherlock said.

"What? Mrs. Hudson looks very bad!"

"No, she's fine."

"but……"

"Okay, John, listen to Sherlock," Isabella stood at the farthest place from them, the faint candle light could not reach her whole body, her side face was hidden in the darkness, Isabella chuckled , "You underestimated Mrs. Hudson, she is a very brave woman."

"Oh, Isabella, you made me blush..." Mrs. Hudson, who was still depressed, changed her face so quickly that Watson was dumbfounded. She changed her expression and said in a cheerful tone, " Here, Sherlock, your phone. I hid it, and of course those idiots couldn't find it."

"...?" Watson was stunned.

"How can Mrs. Hudson leave Baker Street without permission?" Sherlock poured himself a cup of coffee and raised a glass to her, "Unless Britain is about to fall."

"Okay, young people, it's getting late. There are no cookies today. When those gangsters broke into 221B, I just took out the flour." Mrs. Hudson blinked mischievously.

"It's okay, I brought chocolate balls," said Isabella, and took out four glittering balls from her pocket, "Do you want to eat?"

"No, I can't stand the sweetness, the teeth of the elderly are always very fragile..." Mrs. Hudson said in a rambling manner.

"Trafalgar Square? You went there today," Sherlock figured out her whereabouts after a brief analysis, and he reached out to pick out a brown ball with a cute reindeer printed on it, "I guess It must taste like coffee."

"Uh, I can do anything," Watson smiled, "Actually, I'm not very hungry..."

Isabella picked out a green ball and handed it to him, "It seems a bit sweet."

As soon as the chocolate was eaten, Sherlock's cheeks puffed up like a hamster. He frowned and said loudly, "Why?! Why is the raspberry flavor made into a coffee-colored package? Isn't this misleading?"

"It turns out that sometimes you guessed wrong." Isabella said in a good mood.

"..."

"It seems that the phone is well preserved, so, do you know that she is still alive?" Isabella raised her eyebrows and said.

"Obviously," maybe the chocolate was too sweet, Sherlock took a big sip from his coffee cup, and seriously warned, "Don't just pick up weird free chocolates in the future."

"Is it that unpalatable?" Watson retorted him, holding a bite-sized raspberry chocolate.

"Thewoman will still contact you."

Sherlock didn't speak, but played the violin alone, the distant bell rang, and the grand melody of "Amazing Grace" poured out from the strings.

After a while, he suddenly said, "Happy New Year."

At the same time, Isabella's cell phone vibrated, and she looked down——

"HappyNewYear. Also, I'm sorry that I'm going to miss my appointment tonight, I have some busy work that I have to keep an eye on. Get some rest early. -MH"

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