[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Until sitting on the plane from London to Madrid, Isabella still felt as if she was dizzy. The news from the royal family was too hasty, as if urging her to leave London.

She looked out the porthole at the shrinking streets of London until the plane was lifted off and the vision was completely obscured by large clouds.

This time the royal family acted quickly. From her specially packed luggage to the smooth boarding, the whole journey was unimpeded. It is hard not to wonder whether everything behind this has passed the acquiescence of the British government.

Of course, the reason for leaving London this time is also very well-founded-to accompany His Royal Highness Prince Charles to attend the wedding of Prince Daniel of Spain at the Almudena Cathedral in Madrid, Spain next month.

It was just at the time when Isabella confessed about herself and McCoff, she couldn't help but ponder whether the royal family urgently wanted to separate her from McCoff and added her as a guest in an emergency, after all On this occasion, it is enough to have an elder brother to accompany father.

According to the rules for members of the royal family to fly, only she and her brother, Prince William, were on board this flight. Isabella tentatively asked, "Brother?"

"Well, what happened?"

"I'm just a little curious. Why did it suddenly arrange for me to go to Madrid as well..." Isabella said routinely.

"I don't know either, maybe I think you know His Royal Highness Daniel?" Prince William scratched his head, judging from his expression that he really didn't know anything.

"..." Well, if the conversation of less than two hours at several royal dinners many years ago is considered acquaintance, Isabella complained silently in her heart, "But it's too early, I remember that the wedding seems to be the next day." The tenth of the month..."

"Father seems to have something to do in Spain, so he decided the itinerary in advance."

"So that's how it is." Isabella thought to herself, could it really be such a coincidence?Everything happened to coincide, and somewhere in the dark, the guess in my heart became stronger and stronger.

But now on the plane, even if she wanted to send a text message to McCoff, there was no signal, so Isabella simply closed her eyes and rested until the plane landed in Madrid smoothly.

Almost the moment the phone received a signal, the phone in Isabella's handbag vibrated twice, and she glanced at the text message.

"I'm sorry to have to let you leave London in this way, but London will be dangerous in the future, I hope you can understand. By the way, have a good trip. - MH"

"..."

She just knew it!Behind this must be the acquiescence of Mycroft, otherwise how could the royal family hide it from him and send himself out of the UK in a daze?Maybe even the royal family was in his calculations. Grandma just wanted to avoid McCoff, but he figured it out and pushed her out of London.

But is London in danger?Isabella didn't understand, and her fingers flew over the keyboard.

"What danger? Is Britain going to sink or London going to explode? By the way, I'm still mad at you for forcing me to leave without talking to me :) -Isa"

The reply over there was very quick, and Isabella's blood pressure rose even faster as she watched the replies that avoided answering a few of her questions.

"It's an emergency, it's a last resort, don't worry, I'll take care of everything. I assure you London will be fine. -MH"

Does she care about London?Isabella was speechless, and hurriedly put her mobile phone back into her bag. The car from Spain arrived to pick them up.

At the beginning, Isabella also met Crown Prince Daniel several times, and the other party hardly changed.Later, her schedule was fully arranged by the hospitable Spanish royal family. Every day, she either visited famous local attractions or held various banquets. She didn’t even have time to watch the BBC during the tight time. This also caused her to miss the publication in the newspaper. Headlines about detective Sherlock Holmes solving the bombings followed by a snowflake of praise about Sherlock's strange crimes.

The days of being forced to socialize every day did not ease until after the wedding of Crown Prince Daniel. Isabella had heard from others that the princess was the only daughter of a certain nobleman. It is said that she met the crown prince through skiing. The king and queen are also very happy with their future daughter-in-law.

Isabella didn't have any special impressions of weddings. Anyway, these royal weddings were similar. The holy churches, luxurious dresses, and distinguished guests were as standard as an assembly line.

Near the end, she was absent-minded. According to the schedule, their return flight would take off in three days. Isabella declined the activities proposed by the other party on the grounds that she was unwell. The wedding was perfect, just like a dreamy fairy tale.

"Why, I heard you're not feeling well?" After the wedding, Prince William finally had time to come to Isabella's side. He frowned slightly and asked worriedly.

"No, I'm just a little tired recently. After all, every day... Well, it's very fulfilling, but too fulfilling." Isabella explained with a smile.

"Oh, that's true. If you're tired, take a rest, and you'll be back to London soon." Prince William felt relieved.

With the flow of people leaving, Isabella lingered back to the room where she was staying. At first, she thought that many of the luggage that the maid had packed for her were inexplicably useless, but these days, she didn’t leave any of them. used.

Ski suits, dresses, casual clothes, swimsuits, hunting suits... There are more than ten types of clothes alone, which makes her dizzy.

Mycroft's text messages would arrive in her inbox every day, and just after she finished her day's trip, his ordinary tone made Isabella let down her guard - or, she subconsciously I feel that there is Mycroft in London, so there is no need to worry about any big troubles.

However, when she opened a news report that she hadn't read for a long time, the eye-catching headline still made her stunned for several minutes.

""Consulting Detective" Sherlock Holmes committed suicide by falling from a building"

"Genius detective or cunning liar? The Sherlock Holmes you don't know"

……

Isabella rubbed her eyes, closed the browser interface and reopened it, and refreshed several times before she realized that this was not fake news.

With trembling hands, she clicked on the report and quickly scanned the content of the news.

"How is it possible?!" Isabella lost her voice. She forced herself to calm down, but found that her brain was in chaos.

More than one newspaper was reporting this incident. It could be seen that this was an explosive news. Even the BBC had a live interview link. Isabella opened the video, and the picture was very blurry, but she could vaguely see the familiar figure Gao Standing upright on the top floor of Butts Hospital, he jumped down, spread his wings like a bird, and embraced the wind without hesitation.

"!!!" Isabella covered her mouth, not daring to watch the next bloody and cruel scene.

She couldn't hear what the reporter was saying in the video. Isabella rummaged through the previous reports frantically, arranged them by date, and sorted out the clues intermittently.

First, they praised Sherlock high, and then slandered him as a liar who planned everything, so the "awakened" people began to scold Sherlock. After all, in their eyes, Sherlock's reasons for solving the case were completely incomprehensible. The world does not need Genius, and they are also afraid of their mediocrity, as if they can feel psychologically balanced by belittling Sherlock to nothing.

She suddenly understood what Mycroft meant by the text message.

After thinking this through, Isabella felt calmer. She watched the BBC live video again. This time she watched it frame by frame, and found that a large car happened to pass by just before Sherlock fell to the ground. , just blocked the most critical place, and when the car drove away, Sherlock's "corpse" was already lying there.

Ordinary people must think that Sherlock is dead, but Isabella knows that for Holmes, any detail that violates harmony may be carefully planned by the other party.

There was no doubt that Moriarty was involved, whether it was true or not, and she wondered why he must be so obsessed with provoking Holmes.

Isabella used Rosie's power as the rose party again, and retrieved a report that should have been published in The Times but was ordered to be deleted for unknown reasons.

This article goes a little deeper, detailing many things that have happened in the weeks since she left London, from Moriarty planning to break into the museum to her acquittal, from Sherlock being promoted as a "detective" From notoriety to notoriety, the reporter who wrote the story was meticulous.

Isabella looked at the photo in the newspaper. In the photo on the left, Sherlock and Watson stood at the door of 221B, avoiding the crowds of reporters. In the photo, Sherlock was impatient and wore a ridiculous deer hat , and in the photo on the right, Sherlock is lying quietly on the cold concrete floor with his head sideways. The dark red blood and mud are mixed into one color, and his face cannot be seen clearly, but the impact of this photo makes Isabella Can't bear to take a second look.

The contrast is so strong that the proud and intelligent genius Sherlock was forced to commit suicide by falling from a building as a "liar". The brain that once housed the grand and vast thinking hall will never think again, and 221B will never hear the sudden morning again. There were gunshots and voices complaining about boredom, and no one dared to harass Isabella just to let the other party steal her brother's new access control card.

Obviously the authenticity of the matter was still in doubt, but Isabella couldn't restrain the soreness in her heart when she thought of this, and she finally understood why this report was banned from being published.

Isabella took a deep breath and forced herself to think calmly. She called McCoff directly. No matter what, McCoff must know the inside story, but unexpectedly, the other party's cell phone kept ringing, but No answer.

This was the first time that such an abnormal situation occurred. She called Anthea again, and it was still the same.

Without hesitation, Isabella directly bought the nearest plane ticket back to London, forgot to say hello, and hurried to the airport.

The sense of panic in her heart could not dissipate. Reason told her that all of this should be planned by Mycroft and Sherlock, but emotionally she was so afraid that it was true, even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance.

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