[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"...well, I really don't want to bother you, Sherlock," Mrs. Hudson babbled down the stairs, and suddenly turned back, shouting, "Sherlock! There's a guest!"

"Who? Ask him to come up!" Sherlock sat up on the sofa, looking excitedly at the stairs, and muttered to himself, "I hope this case won't disappoint me."

Isabella pushed aside piles of glassware, she was sitting on the sofa, and a young man in plain clothes, with a brown fur hat on his head, rubbed the clean hands subconsciously. He's upset about something.

"I heard that you can help me solve my problems..." The man's tone trembled, "Is that right, Mr. Holmes? I know it's embarrassing to tell strangers about my wife...but I have no other choice... ..."

"Oh, please sit down, Mr. Grant Munro." Sherlock pointed to the single sofa opposite.

"What?! How do you know..." The man hurriedly stood up from the chair, and he looked at Sherlock in surprise.

"If you want to conceal your identity, then don't write your name on the inside of the hat. Well, time is precious. This Mr. Munro, please start your story." Sherlock folded his hands on his chin, his eyes burning looking at him.

"Uh...Okay," Grant sighed deeply. He put his hand on his forehead, as if struggling for a long time. In the end, reason overcame emotion, and he said with difficulty, "I have been married for three years, and I and I My wife's relationship has always been very good, I am happy with her, she loves me, just like I love her..."

Sherlock interrupted Grant's words impatiently, "Skip over all of this, and get straight to your main point."

"Uh, last week, I suddenly found that my wife seemed to be a different person. She no longer cared about me, and she was worried every day, often alone in a daze and crying, but when I asked her what happened, she always It's just keeping silent. This has seriously affected the relationship between me and her..."

"Oh, I'm not interested in these, maybe she found the peachy letter you hid in the desk or something... If you can't get to the point within ten seconds, I'm afraid I'm going to see off the guests." Sherlock Boring, he was ready to get up and continue lying on his exclusive sofa.

"I am devoted to my wife. How can I be in a hurry? Listen to me, my wife had a marriage before. At that time, she was Mrs. Hebron. She had a daughter with that Mr. Hebron, but what happened later? something unfortunate happened... her husband and daughter were involved in the London shootings and were killed by mistake. Then I met her and fell in love with her. Soon we were married,” Mr. Grant wiped his forehead Khan on the Internet, "Her husband left her a huge inheritance, but she has never touched it. She trusts me very much and always deposits the money with me, but six weeks ago she suddenly asked me for a A thousand pounds, I was taken aback and asked her what she was doing, but she refused to say, and I couldn't continue to ask, it seemed how much I didn't trust her."

Isabella listened intently.

"My wife and I have a property in the London countryside. There is a field between our house and the cottage, surrounded by vacant houses that are not for sale. The cottage is hidden behind dense woods and requires a small road to get across. There is a lush Scotch fir tree, and I usually like to walk there. But last Monday, when I was walking on the road as usual, I saw a van pulling tables, chairs and beds parked in the small building. At the entrance of the villa, I thought it was finally rented out. Out of curiosity, I stopped to look at who my new neighbor was, but it never occurred to me..." Grant almost trembled with fear, "I Seeing a horrified face appear in the second floor window, my new neighbors were condescendingly staring at me... I was terrified, and when I went to see the person again, he disappeared from the window."

"The face?" Isabella grasped the key point, "What do you think it looks like?"

"Stiff, dull, like yellow clay...without a trace of life, it is not a human face!" Grant said in horror, "then I knocked on the door of the neighbor's house, and the door was opened by a tall, ugly maid, She had a bad attitude and closed the door hard without listening to me."

"Tell me more in detail." Sherlock finally became interested in the case, and he sat back across from the man again, staring closely at Grant's eyes.

"In the evening, we went to bed early. I used to sleep very soundly, but that night I woke up at three o'clock in the morning for the first time. I watched my wife put on her coat and tiptoe out the door. I didn't want to Knowing where she was going in the middle of the night, I could only wait for her to come back at home. After about an hour, she came back, and I asked her where she had been. A flawed lie."

"What did she say?" Isabella pressed.

"She said she was short of breath and wanted to get some air at the door," said Grant bitterly. "I love her, so I accepted that explanation acquiescently, but the next day, instead of going into the city, I walked around and passed An hour later I went to the small villa again, and I saw my wife come out of the villa! She was terrified when she saw me, and I asked her why she came here, she hesitated and refused to say, I was so angry , insisted on breaking into the villa, my wife stopped me, and said in a hurry that if I went to the villa, she would break up with me. God, I really can't understand why she seems to be a different person..."

"Oh..." Sherlock mused, his beautiful eyes glowing with wisdom.

"Can you help me?"

"Who is your wife's ex-husband? Have you seen his death certificate?" Isabella also felt that this case was a bit strange, so she asked curiously.

"She told me it was a lawyer. I never saw his death certificate..."

"That means you can't prove the existence of Mr. Hebron at all?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow and asked in a low voice.

"Uh...my wife will never lie to me...and Mr. Hebron left a large inheritance."

"Where's your wife's ID?"

"Ah, speaking of this, there is a strange thing. When we registered our marriage, she mysteriously called me aside, and then took out our marriage certificate from behind her like a magic trick..."

"That is to say, you haven't seen your wife's identity certificate? Even the staff handed you the marriage registration form for both of you? Did you bring your marriage certificate today?" Isabella asked.

"Well, at home, I don't have the habit of carrying such things with me..."

"If you don't mind, please bring the marriage certificate. I think there is something strange about this matter." Isabella said with a kind smile.

"When the time comes, go directly to Scotland Yard to find me." Sherlock stood up suddenly, turned up the collar of his coat, and walked downstairs quickly. After a few seconds, he poked his head out and looked at Isabella suspiciously. Say, "Come on."

"..." Isabella said apologetically to Mr. Grant who was stunned and did not respond, "I'm sorry, excuse me."

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