[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"I think you can drink something and talk slowly." Isabella signaled the bartender to change John to a glass of low-alcohol wine.

"Yes..." John wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and at this moment, his mobile phone text message rang.He glanced down at the phone, and John couldn't help exclaiming, "Oh! Sherlock is coming to find me."

"Who?" Isabella frowned.

"His roommate." A tall curly-haired man suddenly appeared from behind her like a ghost. He sat next to John Openshaw and greeted the bartender kindly, "A glass of 30ml gin, thank you."

Isabella looked at the uninvited guest calmly. The man had a long and thin face, a straight nose, thin cheeks, and a slightly thick lower lip. When he pursed his lips, his lips looked like a heart. The most impressive thing was His piercing eyes, under the dim light of the bar, sometimes appear foggy gray-blue, sometimes mixed with the yellow-green of Monet's oil painting.Heterochromia, Isabella was sure.

I always feel that he looks familiar, Isabella thought carefully, but she has never been in contact with someone named "Sherlock"!

"Oh, Sherlock, how do you know I'm here?" asked John Openshaw in surprise.

"Obviously, you go out on time at eight o'clock every Wednesday night, and then come back in the middle of the night smelling of alcohol. I have to speak loudly so that you can hear me calling you, which means that you have been in a noisy or even deafening environment. The entire Cambridge The only pub in the county that offers live gigs on Wednesday nights,” the man said quickly and impatiently in a low, magnetic cockney accent, “most importantly, I checked your schedule, FallenRose, honestly It's kind of stupid to say that name."

"No! Sherlock, you actually peeked at my computer..." John said in disbelief.

"It's not peeking, your computer is on top of my textbook." Sherlock said confidently.

"But my computer has a password!"

"Yes, but that's too childish. I suggest that you don't set it as your mobile phone number plus your birthday next time. There is no sense of accomplishment in deciphering it. It only took me ten seconds." Sherlock has no guilt, even if he is genuine. He genuinely felt that John Openshaw's ciphers had lowered his IQ.

"I really couldn't resist punching your nose..." John's face was almost crooked, "God, tell me how to set the password?"

"Numbers, letters, uppercase and lowercase plus special characters, and then randomly change every day," Isabella, who had been ignored for a long time, smiled, and added, "It can delay the time for the password to be deciphered."

"Then I can't remember myself!"

"You can write it down in your notebook." Isabella shrugged.

"Drummer," Sherlock glanced at Isabella, frowned and added, "You're not a professional band member, you should be from a noble family, you don't have a good relationship with your family..."

Isabella looked at Sherlock with interest and said, "What else?"

"You have injuries on your body. It should be from falls and bruises. You were knocked down by a bicycle." Sherlock's eyes were like X-rays, and he must have drawn a conclusion.

"Bingo! This year's freshmen are getting more and more reckless. Speaking of which, the freshman who bumped into me is still your professional!" Isabella smiled, stretched out her hand reservedly, and introduced herself: "You call me Yi Sabella is fine."

Instead of shaking her hand, Sherlock complained, "Why do people like to touch other people's hands to show friendship? It's goldfish behavior!"

Isabella withdrew her hand gracefully, without any embarrassment of being neglected, she took a sip of the cocktail.

"Well, my name is Sherlock Holmes."

"Pfft——" Isabella spit out a sip of wine unexpectedly. She apologized and took the tissue that John handed over. say what?"

Sherlock's eyes were burning, and he didn't let go of Isabella's drastically changed face.He stared at Isabella with his hands clasped together, and said, "You lost your composure after hearing my surname, why? Oh...Damn it! You know that fat man?!"

"Fatty?" Poor John felt that he couldn't keep up with the speed of communication between the two.

"He's your brother? You two really look alike." Isabella wiped the wine on the counter, and she gradually calmed down.She should have thought earlier that the two brothers had the same sharp eyes, but the elder brother was more rounded.

"Come on! It's not like us, Mycroft is a big fat man!" Sherlock said extremely displeased.

Isabella thought of Mycroft's thin forearm and wrist under his suit shirt, and she might not be able to agree with Sherlock.

"The nobles in the government? The House of Lords?" Sherlock continued to analyze, "No, it's not..."

"Okay, okay, Sherlock, what's wrong with you coming to me in such a hurry?" John finally brought the topic back.

Sherlock took a sip of the wine, he didn't seem to be able to accept the taste of alcohol, he looked at John clearly, and said without a doubt: "You need me."

"Feel sorry?"

"You didn't go to class at all this afternoon, you're from Horsham, it's obvious from the mixed clay and chalk stuck to the toes of your shoes, it's been raining heavily, so you have Water, I have to go back to the dormitory to change clothes, so I brought me coffee by the way," Sherlock said in a low voice, speaking very fast, "You were disturbed after you came back, obviously something happened that made you extremely frightened and helpless. "

"..." John was silent for a while, then admitted, "Yes."

"Tell me about you." Sherlock pushed the glass aside.

"My father... my father used to emigrate to the United States when he was young, and he did some small business there. He opened a large supermarket, which made him a lot of money. He often traveled far away. About ten years ago, When he was traveling in Italy, he was attacked by a group of local mafia. He was seriously injured, and a piece of shrapnel was stuck in his bone seam, and he never took it out. Later, he left the United States and returned to the United Kingdom. He bought a small piece of real estate near Horsham, County Wales. After he settled in the UK, he seemed to be a different person. He often lost his temper for no reason. Many people said that he had eccentricities. Little things and big fights with the neighbors. Then he gradually reclusive, refused to take a step outside his estate. He liked to drink brandy, and he was a heavy smoker, he didn't like society, and he didn't have any friends," John said slowly, " I also have a brother, who is five years older than me, who used to be in the transport business in the UK."

"How can you be sure he was injured in Italy?" asked Isabella.

"He told me, I was a teenager, and my dad was lying in the hospital with a big hole in his chest. It was a gunshot wound, I'm sure."

"Did you see his plane ticket or passport?" Sherlock asked.

"No...it's been too long, I can't remember clearly...I don't think I've seen it before."

"You keep talking."

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Sherlock: Didn't expect that?There are actually two Holmes as annoying as my brother! (pride)

Mycroft: Strictly speaking, there are actually three (smiles)