[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

I saw Sherlock again at Scotland Yard.

Isabella can't go to Scotland Yard once a year, but she can meet that little Mr. Holmes only a few times a year, and Isabella can't help wondering if Sherlock lives in Scotland Yard.

Isabella's visit to Scotland Yard this time is to deal with a phone scam.I don't know where the liar got her mobile phone number. The other party's scam was very low-level, and just at that time Isabella was so bored that she teased him. She stunned the liar until he was speechless. Furious, the angry scammer harassed Isabella for an hour with a phone bomber.

"Oh...look at you, haven't you noticed? This gentleman is not a murderer at all, because he is far away in the East End of London. How did he manage to rush to the West End to kill in 10 minutes?" Sherlock put his hands in his hands. He said calmly and confidently, "I knew this case was so boring that only the stupid Scotland Yard could wait three days and fail to solve it!"

"What? How did you know he didn't have time to commit the crime?" The inspector didn't sarcastically sneer at Sherlock because of his bad attitude, but asked in a good-tempered manner.

"His hands, and his shoes. His shoes have mud spots mixed with asphalt. Only the East Side Highway has been repaired recently, and his hands, which are scratches from wire. Obviously this guy is a Thief, he was stealing in the Eastern District at that time, you'd better check to see if there was any theft record in the Eastern District three days ago."

"..."

"Inspector Lestrade, there are records." The black female police officer whispered to him with the report records.

"Look, I'll say yes." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Sherlock?" Isabella came over, "What are you doing? Solving crimes? Mycroft said you started a new profession after graduation...what's it called..."

"Consulting detective, I made it myself." Sherlock lifted his sharp chin proudly.He looked better now than when Isabella met him in the drug den a year ago.

"Do you know him?" Inspector Lestrade looked suspiciously at the elegant and noble lady in front of him, no matter how she looked, she didn't look like someone that the impolite Sherlock would know.

"College classmate," Isabella smiled, "By the way, I'm here to report the crime, it's about phone fraud..."

Sherlock had just heard Isabella's narration, and he said mockingly: "Oh, no, you've become stupid, you can just leave this kind of thing to the fat man."

"Don't you think you are overqualified?" Isabella watched the female police officer Donovan write down the police information, and she glanced back at Sherlock.

"You use him more, so that he won't have the energy to torment me!"

"Okay, Sherlock, you have to tell me who the real culprit in this case is." Inspector Lestrade said solemnly.

"What case?" Isabella asked. Seeing the inspector's eyes were a little strange, she introduced herself, "You can call me Isabella...well, maybe I can help you."

"Greg Strade," the good-natured Inspector acquiesced, "it's about the murder that's been buzzing about in the newspapers..."

"NO! It's not murder, it's suicide. Ah, it's hard to talk to you. The victim is very smart. He grinds ice into a cone and stabs it in the heart. As the temperature rises, the ice melts, so you are not there. The murder weapon was found."

"Why are you sure it's an ice pick?" Donovan asked with a frown. "There's no evidence for that."

"Hello, yes," Isabella listened for a long time, and finally understood the context of the matter, "The blood concentration at the murder scene must be relatively thin. If you find it carefully, you should be able to find a file in the kitchen. The weather is freezing The block didn't melt very quickly, and he probably had the fireplace, heater, or air conditioner on uncharacteristically."

"It's the fireplace," Sherlock added.

"Uh," Detective Inspector Lestrade gave Donovan a wink, "you go to the crime scene and look for a file."

"Yes, Inspector."

"Are you a detective too?" Lestrade asked her.

"No, I'm just a student," Isabella smiled, "I'm studying at Cambridge University."

"Oh!" Lestrade understood, "No wonder."

"In fact, Isabella's high IQ has nothing to do with where she studied. You must know that there are many stupid goldfish in Cambridge University," Sherlock sneered. "She is not just a student."

"What?" Lestrade asked.

"I'm a little interested in investing. Like most people, I like to buy gadgets." Isabella took the conversation and said modestly.

"Investors?"

Isabella nodded.

"Oh, the case is over, boring! Boring! When will London's criminal syndicates make a decent case?" Sherlock said dissatisfied.

"London is calm, isn't that good?" Lestrade couldn't understand Sherlock. If the big man above asked him to take care of Sherlock, he wouldn't want to accommodate him. Well, Sherlock did help him. Busy, at least Scotland Yard's case detection rate can reach a new high.

"It's good for you, but it's a nightmare for me." Sherlock adjusted the collar of his coat, turned and walked out of Scotland Yard.

Isabella looked at Inspector Lestrade, who was stunned, and said sorry in a low voice, and then quickly followed Sherlock.

"what happened?"

"Your consulting detective has been in business for so long, I haven't visited your place yet." Isabella followed Sherlock on her own.

"What's there to see? Do you have a case?"

"Yes," Isabella looked into Sherlock's bright eyes and said harshly, "Telephone scam."

"Oh... come on!" Sherlock quickened his pace angrily, throwing Isabella a long way.

As soon as I turned into Baker Street, Isabella noticed the unusualness of this street. For example, the owner of the supermarket over there stood by the window to welcome customers in a standard military posture, and there was also fish and chips sold there. Why are there thick gun calluses on his hands?As for the most common cleaner, Isabella tiptoed and walked behind her, but she turned around in a flash. Isn't this really the Truman's world that Mycroft tailored for Sherlock?

"Put away your strange expression, this is the fat man's perverted desire to control, the world of Truman created in Baker Street, London, England," Sherlock angrily said, "If he spends his time monitoring me on weight loss, then he I can lose weight now!"

"Actually, he's not very fat..." Isabella defended McCoff in a low voice.

Sherlock pushed open the door of 221B, and Isabella saw a kind and kind silver-haired old lady. She looked at Isabella in surprise and said, "Hi, are you Sherlock's client?"

"Well, I'm not, I'm his friend, just call me Isabella."

"Oh! I didn't expect that Sherlock had friends coming to visit, I'll make you some tea..." Mrs. Hudson hugged Isabella happily, and she walked into the kitchen thinking.

"Mrs. Hudson, a cup of black coffee and two candies." Sherlock ordered casually.

"Okay, just this time, don't make another example. I'm not your housekeeper."

"..."

Isabella followed Sherlock up to the second floor. She was almost blinded by the chemical instruments on the table. There is nothing strange about simple experimental equipment, but who can tell her what happened to the eyeball in the beaker?There are also human hands that have been soaked in strong acid and corroded into boneless chicken feet...

"I'm doing an experiment to measure the corrosion of human tissue by different concentrations and different types of acid in different time periods." Sherlock threw himself into the sofa, with his long legs overlapping on the armrest.

"..." Isabella rubbed her forehead.

Mrs. Hudson just came to deliver coffee, and Isabella thanked him politely. Mrs. Hudson looked at the chemical equipment on the table and said angrily: "Oh, Sherlock, this is not the way to treat guests! You should Clean up your living room."

"Okay, I see." Sherlock agreed, but turned his body around, leaving only the back of his head for Mrs. Hudson.

The author has something to say:

This chapter borrows the setting from Conan’s Icepick Murder I remember it was a very early case... This case is not that important, it’s just passed by. He got rid of the murder charge and turned out to be the one who committed the theft.

Work hard to save manuscripts qwq

It's so sad. My exam at the end of November is getting closer and I need Hardworking