[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Isabella hurried to Scotland Yard. In the police hall, she met Sherlock who had already arrived. He looked around a dead body carefully. A tall police officer stood impatiently nearby. Seems to be very disgusted with Sherlock.

"Did you find anything?" The police officer blocked Sherlock's eyes and asked provocatively.

"Get out of the way, you're disturbing me." Sherlock's face was gloomy, and there was no trace of a smile on that handsome face. Isabella felt that Sherlock at this moment was like an active volcano waiting to erupt.

"Oh, look! Our brilliant Sherlock Holmes..." The man was still chattering, Sherlock couldn't bear it anymore, he took a long leg and put away the folding magnifying glass in his hand.

"If I were you, I would hurry home right now. Your wife is exercising on the bed with her fitness trainer under the banner of celebrating your son's birthday." Sherlock said blankly.

"Damn it! You bastard..." The officer flew into a rage, and his fist was about to hit Sherlock's face.

Isabella hurriedly made a noise to attract his attention, and she asked politely, "Hello? I received a call from Scotland Yard saying that my friend drowned and died..."

"You?" The police officer frivolously glanced up and down at Isabella, and continued after half a minute, "It was an accident, and the case has been closed."

"Can I see it?" Isabella asked sincerely.

"Here comes another big detective..." The police officer rolled his eyes.

"By the way, I just kindly remind you..." Sherlock still thought the scene was not chaotic enough, so he continued.

"Okay, Sherlock! Say less." Isabella patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh, you two know each other?" The police officer's ambiguous and disrespectful eyes lingered on Sherlock and Isabella, "Is she your girl?"

"Please show some respect!" Isabella yelled loudly. She had never used her identity to overwhelm others before, and she never cared about the background of the other party when making friends, but this time she was really angry, "I am Isabella Mountbatten Windsor, I think I deserve your equal respect!"

The police officer restrained his obscene gaze, he glanced at Isabella suspiciously, and apologized in a low voice: "Sorry, Your Highness, I was the one to be rude."

Sherlock sneered softly, he didn't take this kind of person to heart at all.

"In line with the characteristics of accidental death?" Isabella asked Sherlock in a low voice.

"You have to see the scene to find out."

After speaking, Sherlock strode out of Scotland Yard, and Isabella hurriedly followed in Sherlock's footsteps.In the taxi, Isabella told Sherlock about the Ku Klux Klan.

"The murderous organization is employed by the British government, and they still have ammunition from the British government..." Sherlock gritted his teeth and said, "Ha! That's great! Fatty wait to take the blame and resign!"

Isabella wanted to persuade Sherlock, this matter has not yet been settled, it is hard to say whether it is related to Mycroft, but she saw Sherlock's gloomy face suppressing his anger, she understood, Sherlock was venting his anger for no reason .

"Last night, he must have seen it..." Sherlock said bitterly, "He obviously saw it! John Openshaw didn't go back to bed, he was on the way to leave school! But he just watched, what Didn't do either! He's just a jerk..."

"Sherlock, he is your brother, he has his own considerations..." Although Isabella disagrees with McCoff's cold-blooded and ruthless approach, especially he can be said to have indirectly killed her friend and the most famous band in her band. A good lead singer, but she still has great trust in McCoff from the bottom of her heart.She would be angry and sad, but she couldn't complain about Mycroft for no reason.

"What consideration?! Sherlock, don't meddle in this matter! Look at how grandiose he said, but in reality? Apart from standing there and talking, he will stop me from doing this and stop me from doing that. What?" Sherlock rubbed his temples in pain, "We should have gone with John at the time...it was my negligence..."

"No, it's not your fault."

Among the two Holmes brothers, Sherlock lives a much more real life than Mycroft. When he is unhappy, he will make trouble and show it directly on his face. When he is happy, he is like a child who got candy.Mycroft was more tired than him, and he lived a heavier life. There were too many shackles on his body, which caused McCoff to habitually hide his true emotions in his heart and be an iceman without emotion.

Sherlock sorted out his emotions, and the two got out of the taxi.The pier where John Openshaw's accident happened has already been cordoned off. Sherlock squatted on the ground, looking carefully at the mud on the shore. He walked back and forth, and suddenly moved his lower facial muscles. He showed a bright smile. Isabella almost thought he was out of his mind.With acting skills like a movie king, Sherlock enthusiastically asked the sailors who saw the license plate number of the taxi last night.

"No, it's too dark, who pays attention to this." The sailors shook their heads.

Got nothing.

"There's no camera here. It seems they got it right." Isabella comforted Sherlock who came back from the sailor, and he put on that bad face again.

"They? How are you sure?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

"Isn't it? I saw you walking back and forth along the river bank. If you fell into the water, there must be friction marks on the bank, or even grass blades that he grabbed in a panic when he was struggling, but the land in this area is flat. The vegetation is not abnormally damaged either...it means that he was pushed into the water."

"Yes, that's it, but how do you know it's them? How many people are there?" Sherlock asked.

"Oh... no, there is only one person." Isabella suddenly realized.

"There are ruts on the ground, only their taxi will come here at that time, and there are no messy footprints on the raft and the path, and the grass nearby is not dense enough to hide people. We reminded you last night. Be careful John, he won't get out of the car after seeing so many strange people at the lonely pier. So last night it was just him and the driver." Sherlock quickly explained.

"Yes, so the driver pushed him into the water. It wasn't even pushing, but kicking? Otherwise, if he was closer to the shore, he would definitely leave marks." Isabella added.

"No cameras, no witnesses..." Sherlock closed his eyes and waved his hands in the air. At this moment, a map of the streets of Cambridgeshire appeared in his mind, "Where did he get on the bus? It can't be empty The alley, that's too deliberate... It can't be a bustling street, they are not sure that John will definitely get into his car... Oh! It's a phone call! It must be! Then they will definitely pass through the monitored section of the road according to the route ..."

"You can't watch the surveillance, Sherlock." Isabella reminded.

"I have this." Sherlock proudly raised the police ID card in his hand.

"The police officer from Scotland Yard just now?" She was speechless, "Sorry, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you, I think you will play off, I don't want the newspapers to be full of reports about the British princess stealing the police officer's certificate the next day .”

Sherlock curled his lips and looked at Isabella dissatisfied. He stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the phone."

"doing what?"

"Give it to me," he repeated.

Isabella hesitated to give him the phone, Sherlock tried several times but failed to unlock her password, then returned the phone to her and said, "Unlock it."

"If you want to leave me your phone number, you can just say it, and I will remember it."

"Okay, I'll just say it once." As soon as the words fell, Sherlock seemed to be driving eight times faster, and he quickly read a series of numbers.Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at Isabella.

"..." She felt that Sherlock was really childish.After typing in the phone number, Isabella put a serial number in front of his note: ZSherlock.That puts Sherlock last in her contacts.She marks all the people she finds troublesome at the beginning of Z.Except for McCoff, Isabella specially typed the letter A before his remarks, so that McCoff is the first in her contacts.Isabella thought, in case something unexpected happens one day and I have to call him again, it will be placed in an obvious position and the call will be quick.

"If you find anything, contact me by text message." Sherlock waved, turned around and got into a taxi.

Well, Mr. Holmes really worked hard to get a taxi in such a remote place.

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Mycroft, what a miserable person.