[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"Where are we going?" Isabella looked at the gradually receding street scene. She and McCoff sat side by side in the back of the small black car.

"Club Diogenes, I know you have a lot to ask me."

"Indeed. But is the Diogenes Club that weird club that can't speak?" Isabella asked curiously.

"If you understand the background of it, it's a perfect rule," Mycroft said with a smirk. "There are always people in this world who are tired of dealing with other people. There are too many truths and lies in their mouths, and if you see this kind of people too much, you will want them to shut up and be quiet for a while."

"I always feel...that kind of person seems to be around me?" Isabella half-joked.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, of course he could hear that Isabella was referring to himself, so he tightened his jaw slightly and said, "What a coincidence, I am the founder of the Diogenes Club."

"..."

At the gate of the club, Mycroft showed his access card, and Isabella followed him all the way. According to rumors, the most mysterious members-only club opened the door in front of her.

The hall was quiet, well-dressed gentlemen over half a century old sat on well-arranged sofas, and Isabella could recognize some of them with important positions in the cabinet.McCoff pushed open a door, and there was a simple and elegant office. She was sure that this was just the tip of the iceberg of McCoff's many office locations.

Mycroft poured a glass of red wine for Isabella, pointed to the sofa beside him, and said, "Sit down and talk."

"Oh, can we talk here?"

"Of course," Mycroft smiled, "Your attitude towards me has changed a lot, is it because of Sherlock?"

Isabella narrowed her eyes and said bluntly: "You and I both know that our mutual attitudes have changed because of Sherlock. You changed your view of me because I saved Sherlock, and I..."

"Goon."

"It is true that I had a lot of dissatisfaction with you five days ago. I can't understand why you can just watch your brother's friend, which is also my friend, and watch him die. In those few days, I even wondered if you Is it really an iceman as the rumors say?" Isabella looked at his deep gray-blue eyes, where the wind was calm and there was no fluctuation.

"Well, what happened to John Openshaw was my fault. I underestimated Sherlock's affection for this new roommate. I thought..." Mycroft shrugged, "Sherlock doesn't need extra affection."

"Yes, Sherlock is a bit of a high-functioning sociopath, but John Openshaw was the roommate you deliberately picked for Sherlock? I don't believe in coincidence."

"Yes, I meant to let Sherlock find the documents brought out by Old Openshaw from the United States. But I found out later that all those things had been burned." Mycroft admitted frankly.

"...I knew it," Isabella curled her lips. "Your reaction to Sherlock today made me see clearly that Mycroft Holmes is not so cold-blooded. Maybe I don't understand your party struggles, countries and individuals The intrigue between the two, but I can understand that the trade-off between national and private emotions is never easy."

"Thank you for understanding, if Sherlock can be like you, I won't be following him all day to deal with the mess he left..." Mycroft played with his little black umbrella in his hand, "If As you can see, blood is a wonderful thing, even I can't cut them off, I can give up all my feelings, but I can never give up on Sherlock."

"Your weakness, just tell me like this?" Isabella raised her legs gracefully, put her hands on the armrest, and looked at him provocatively.

"You must be very strange. Three years ago, I clearly held your handle but didn't exchange benefits with your rose party, right?"

"Yes." She readily admitted.

"Because I'm not sure, I'm not sure if you are worthy of my trust," Mycroft said softly, "My patience is limited, and those who have failed my trust are all calm in the Pacific Ocean. But for you, I can't In doing so, the particularity of your identity makes me have to be careful."

"So now you think I can be trusted?"

McCoff smiled and said, "Of course."

"Then may I ask about the Ku Klux Klan?"

"You want to ask, does the Ku Klux Klan have anything to do with me?" Mycroft tightened his hand stroking the handle of the little black umbrella, his sharp eyes stared straight at Isabella, and he said firmly Say, "My answer is, no."

"You said it that night, I believe you," Isabella shook her head, "That's not what I want to ask, I just want to know who is the person who is hiding in the British government and making deals with the Ku Klux Klan?"

"A lot, I'm also looking into it," Mycroft leaned back in the chair, his fingers lightly resting on the armrest, and sighed softly, "I'm fighting alone."

"No, you alone can defeat thousands of troops." Isabella said teasingly.

McCoff laughed.

"However, I do have some news to tell you," Isabella took out from her bag the documents about the disappearance in London that Mr. Rosen Jr. gave her, "The news comes from Mr. Rosen Jr., Baron Rosen of the Cabinet Sir's son."

McCoff took the document and quickly read it at a glance. Isabella folded her hands between her legs, and she said: "He must have hidden some trap in this document, but I haven't seen it for a long time .”

"Time," Mycroft said suddenly.

"what?"

"I've heard about the disappearance case, but it was under the control of MI5 back then. I've seen the file of the missing person, and it's not different from this one. The only thing that has been changed is the time," Mycroft said coldly, " The first disappearance was not that recent, he moved back three years."

"Why?" Isabella was confused.

"Mr. Rosen wants you to bring this document to Sherlock."

"Sorry?"

"Because of the time after his reform, when the Ku Klux Klan committed the first case, I just joined MI6 for three months," Mycroft provoked a clear and cold smile, "Sherlock knows every moment of my promotion." At that point, and those times coincided with the times when these people had accidents on the form, he was trying to draw dirty water to me."

Isabella opened her mouth wide in surprise, and she suddenly understood that the enemies hidden in the dark already knew Rosie's identity, and they took a document mixed with true and false, and asked Isabella to bring it to Sherlock, thereby driving a wedge between them. them.

Normally, Sherlock might not be fooled, but what about Sherlock after John Openshaw's death?

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Isabella's forehead. She said with difficulty: "But I don't think Mr. Baron Rosen is the mastermind behind the scenes. He is probably just an accomplice, what do you think?"

"He is not."

"If the time is earlier than before, and that person knows my identity..." Isabella called up the list of all officials of the British government in her mind, "and the families on the missing list are excluded..."

"It's Claire Green." Mycroft's unemotional words sounded.

The author has something to say:

Suddenly thought of a stalk, the heroine is a cross-dresser, so from the looks of others, wouldn't there be many women with different looks around Mai Ge?The hostess can definitely be Mai Ge's female companion for various dinner parties.

Think of Mrs. Holmes watching Mycroft changing girlfriends one after another, laughing to death hahahahahaha