[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"All those things, those scientific instruments, I put them in boxes. I don't know what to do. I think it's better to donate them to the school. Do you want to..."

"I can't go back now, I want to take it easy," Watson said in a low tone, and Mrs. Hudson beside him silently took his arm when she saw this, "I'm very angry."

"It's all right John, it's nothing weird, he's pissing everyone off, look at the marks he made on my desk, and the noise, and shoots at [-] in the morning...and puts the damn specimen in my freezer How could you put a dead body in the eating place," Mrs. Hudson was still babbling, but she looked sadly at the cold tombstone, "and fought and messed up the walls."

"Listen, I'm not actually that angry, okay?"

"Okay, I'll leave you alone."

As she spoke, Mrs. Hudson sobbed softly and turned her back.

And when Isabella came to the cemetery, she just saw Watson muttering to Sherlock's "grave" alone.

"John," she gently approached him, whispering comfortingly, "you..."

"No, no, I know what you're going to say, it's okay, I'm fine," Watson squeezed out an ugly smile, and he took a deep breath, "Well, I just...will be hard to accept for a while."

"Yeah, when I heard the news, I couldn't accept it. I bought a plane ticket and hurried back to London from Madrid, but I couldn't see Sherlock again." Isabella's low voice made Watson's eyes sore, In her arms she held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, white lilies and white roses, which she stooped to place on Sherlock's tombstone.

"Sherlock once told me...he is not a hero, emmm," John paused many times before he spoke with difficulty, "I once thought he was not human, but I still have to say, he is the one I know . . . the best and most humane of men."

"He's been like this since the first day I knew him, making me do this and that, following him around crime scenes... Even though he knew who I was, he never did anything to me because of it Special opinion," Isabella followed Watson's words, "maybe in the eyes of others, he is a freak to avoid, but we all know that he is a genius, isn't it?"

"Yes," Watson nodded, "no one can convince me that he is lying to me in all that he has told me."

Watson endured and endured, he still took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and touched the cold tombstone, as if patting Sherlock's shoulder, touching the stone tablet gently and preciously.

Isabella's throat tightened slightly, and she took a few steps back to give space to Watson and Sherlock. She heard the military doctor who had experienced the war in Afghanistan choked up and said, "Iwassoalone..."

Although she knew the truth, Isabella was still moved by John's words. Tears were rolling in her eyes. Before she came, she was worried that she would reveal her secrets, but she really saw the tombstone with "SHERLOCKHOLMES" engraved on it. , she found that her emotions were completely substituted into it.

"But, please, please, just one more thing, just one thing, just one miracle, Sherlock, for me, please don't..." Watson paused for a long time before he managed to say the word, "Don't Die. Can you? Just treat it for me, don't do this, don't do this to me. "

Isabella vaguely heard the suppressed sobbing from behind, and she pressed the wet corners of her eyes with a tissue. She could understand the decision made by McCoff to hide the news that Sherlock was still alive from Watson. Going down, but seeing Watson's grief-stricken look, she was moved with compassion.

"For Sherlock's safety, keep silent. -MH"

Mycroft's text message came just right, Isabella suppressed the words lingering on her lips, and sighed deeply.

When Watson raised his head again, he could no longer see the fragile and almost broken appearance just now. The iron will he had cultivated in his long military career allowed him to wrap his sadness into a cocoon and bury it in the deepest part of his heart.

However, only he himself knew that his superficial strength was vulnerable. After Sherlock left, he began to need the help of a psychiatrist again.

"Sorry, I..." Watson took a few steps, trying to explain to Isabella, "I've said too much, and I don't know why, I just..."

"I can understand, John," Isabella said softly, "everyone wants Sherlock to be alive."

"..."

"Will you go back to 221B?" she asked.

"Uh, I, I don't think I'll be there for a while, you know, I'll only think about Sherlock when I'm there."

"Well, maybe a change of environment can help you, and I don't think Sherlock wants to immerse you in pain." Isabella said.

"Thank you, by the way, today... are you here alone?" Watson looked very conflicted, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.

"Yeah, it's just me, what's wrong?"

"Mycroft... isn't McCoff here?" Watson's face was a bit ugly, "He is Sherlock's real brother, no matter how cold-hearted he is, I think he should see him anyway. "

Sensitively aware of the resentment in Watson's words, Isabella replied: "He...he is busy."

"Yeah, he's so busy, the whole country needs him, he doesn't even have time to grieve for his dead brother," Watson said angrily, "Irene Adler is right, he is ICEMAN."

"What's the matter? What happened?" Isabella understood that the person Mycroft said he didn't want to see him was probably John, but she couldn't figure out what happened to her in the past few weeks after she left London.

After Watson vented, his emotions were greatly relieved. The kind military doctor began to regret that he told Isabella these things. It seemed that the other party didn't know what wrong things McCoff had done. Watson complained, and he hesitated. Because once something is told to Isabella, it will inevitably cause a rift in the relationship between her and McCoff.

"No, it's nothing." The upright military doctor, who is not good at lying, avoided the other party's probing eyes.

"What did Mycroft do to Sherlock?" Isabella frowned and reasoned, "Is it related to Moriarty? Those news?"

"..." Seeing that the other party's guessing was getting closer to the truth, Watson hesitated and said again and again, "Uh, Isabella, I don't want to provoke your relationship, but I think, well, as Sherlock's friend, you need to know These."

"Yes, it's okay, just tell me."

"Mycroft told Moriarty about Sherlock's previous experience, including what happened when he was a child. Then Moriarty used those news to fabricate true and false reports that slandered Sherlock as a liar, because The truth is mixed, and people believe it." Watson finished in one breath.

"What deal did he make with Moriarty?" Isabella was surprisingly calm, and she guessed that there must be an exchange of interests behind it.

"According to him, Moriarty has never said a word about the MI6 torture, except for McCoff's exchange of Sherlock's affairs, he is willing to say something."

"I see." Isabella nodded.

Watson saw that her face was calm, and there was no sign of anger, so he asked tentatively: "Uh, are you okay? Maybe I shouldn't have said it, but, Mycroft, he... Cough, I hope this won't hurt you. cause trouble."

"No." As smart as she was, how could she not see what Watson was worried about? Isabella forced a smile, "Don't worry, I will take care of this matter."

"Well then, er, are you going to stay here for a while? I think I should go," Watson asked. "Mrs. Hudson is still waiting for me."

"Okay, I'll wait a little longer."

"Then, I'll go first, Isabella, don't be too sad, I mean, I also hope that you can get over the news of Sherlock... Sherlock's death."

"Thank you, I will."

Watson comforted her in turn, which moved Isabella. When she thought about how Sherlock would face Watson when he returned to London two years later after the remnants of Moriarty were dealt with, Isabella felt that Must have been a very dramatic scene.

The cemetery Sherlock chose for himself was very remote, surrounded by nothing but desolate trees. These days, the weather in London has been gloomy. Isabella wrapped her pure black long woolen coat tightly, She saw that there were only simple names engraved on the tombstone, not even a photo of Sherlock himself, but if Watson was more careful and had better observation skills, he would find that the tombstone was made in a hurry , It seems that the manufacturer rushed to make it overnight.

Mycroft's nonchalant attitude, the perfunctory gravestone...these are all clues.Isabella stood in the cold wind. If anyone passed by at this time, it might feel that she was remembering the dead, but only Isabella knew that she was actually thinking about the things Watson told her last.

"I made a mistake, take care of him for me."

These are the exact words of Mycroft, which Watson relayed to her.

For the safety of the British Empire, Mycroft exchanged information with Moriarty at the expense of Sherlock. She didn't feel much regret for what McCoff said. If things happen again, when this is The only solution was that she believed that McCoff would definitely do the same.

Even if the information Moriarty is interested in is McCoff's own information, for the sake of national security, he will still choose to exchange it.

Perhaps this is the true meaning of Rudy's words-he does not want to step into politics again, just because many things will become involuntary in a high position.

"You're not mourning me, are you?"

A familiar voice sounded behind her, it was still a deep voice, but the tone was a little awkward.

Hearing this, Isabella turned around suddenly, and she was surprised to see Sherlock standing not far from her, almost unchanged from her impression.

"Why did you appear? Are you afraid that someone will find you?" Isabella hurriedly looked around.

"I was going to take a look at John and leave," Sherlock said in a low voice, "but from the way you look, if I don't show up and say something, you seem to be rushing into Whitehall in the next second. For Mummy's mood Think about it, let me remind you—”

"what?"

"At least I'm fine now." Sherlock's nonsense words made Isabella stunned, but he didn't intend to explain in detail.

"you……"

Sherlock strode over, passed her by, and left a sentence: "He is not as invincible as I thought, and the British government is not a god."

After speaking, Sherlock walked forward without looking back, the wind blew his clothes, the plane was ready, and he was about to leave London to do what he should do.

The author has something to say:

It's so touching that Xia Xia would actually speak nice words for her brother!For the sake of her brother's hair, Xia Xia finally became a man before leaving.

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