[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"Oh, Sherlock, you came just in time..." Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard was very busy. The suicide case had just been closed. The superior's task, he saw Sherlock walking into Scotland Yard as if he saw a savior, Inspector Lestrade waved, "Come and see this corpse."

Sherlock opened half of the black body bag, only glanced at the calf of the corpse, and said indifferently: "Drug overdose, accident."

Isabella leaned forward, "Yes, he has been poisoned for at least four or five years, and he was smoking methamphetamine, the damage is irreversible."

"Of course he's overdosed on drugs. Let me see..."

"Shut up Anderson," Sherlock said irritably, "this fact that even an idiot can see doesn't reflect your modest IQ."

"It was a drug overdose, but the big shots at the top insisted that Scotland Yard find out the murderer, and insisted that he was murdered." Lestrade said helplessly. Since Scotland Yard, he has been summoned by two big men for a month in a row.

Sherlock slowly pulled up the body bag, and his low London accent sounded clearly and quickly: "Male, from the bottom of his feet, he is pampered, there are rotten sores on his calf, scratch marks on his skin, the scars are not very new , was formed about two weeks ago, and he was recently forcibly detoxified."

"The ring on the right hand is very valuable, it is a whole emerald." Isabella said.

"He was born in a noble family, but he became addicted to drugs. After compulsory detoxification, the drug addict's tolerance to drugs will be reduced. If he ingests the same dose as usual at this time, it is very likely to cause sudden death. Judging from the white powder in the crevices of his nails..." Sherlock grabbed his hand, sniffed it closely, and said with a frown, "The crystal methamphetamine with extremely high purity is better than the white flour mixed with the one sold by Eriksson. Much purer."

"Sherlock!" Isabella warned him.

"I've quit," Sherlock pouted, and he continued to pull up the zipper until the corpse's chin was exposed, "Obviously someone deliberately lured him with high-purity drugs and let him die of an overdose. It is not an easy task to obtain this kind of pure methamphetamine, either it is a drug lord or a government..."

Sherlock's voice stopped, and he opened the black body bag. The face was Hardy Green.

"What? What about the government?" Inspector Lestrade listened with gusto, and couldn't help urging him to continue talking.

"...It's nothing, just treat me as nonsense. Mr. Hardy Green died suddenly after being high." Sherlock pursed his lips, his expression extremely awkward.

"Hardy Green?" Isabella immediately understood that this case was definitely done by the Circus boss who was narrow-minded and vengeful.Since Hardy Green dared to deliberately take Sherlock to take drugs, then McCoff killed him directly, leaving no way out.On the one hand, it is a counterattack against Mrs. Green, and on the other hand, it is also to make an example of others. He either completely abandons his feelings and makes himself an iceman without weaknesses, or he does it a little bit more ruthlessly, deterring all who dare to hit Sherlock's head. on the enemy.

"You all know him?" said Inspector Lestrade in surprise.

"I've heard of it, but I'm not familiar with it," Isabella shook her head, "Maybe it's because of high school, how pitiful."

"What did Sherlock say just now, someone deliberately gave him high-purity drugs..." Detective Lestrade looked confused. He didn't know how to deal with his superiors. You must know that the one who issued the order directly Known as the second Margaret Thatcher's MI5 chief.

"You heard me wrong, I didn't say that," Sherlock retorted, "Okay, Gretel, I want you to check someone for me."

"God, my name is Greg!"

"Stella Munro, or Stella Hebron, check it out for me."

Stella was the name of Mr. Grant's wife.

"If you don't help me solve Hardy Green's matter, how can I help you investigate?" Inspector Lestrade shrugged his shoulders, expressing his helplessness.

"Solved, it was an accident," Sherlock said impatiently, "whatever you want to write the closing report."

I have to say that McCoff's actions are quite clean and neat, and Scotland Yard alone can't see it. This case is likely to become an iron case. No matter how crazy Mrs. Green is, she will never find MI6. , even though she knew clearly in her heart who did it.

"...Okay, who do you want to investigate?" Inspector Lestrade finally resigned to his fate, he asked helplessly.

"Stella Munro or Stella Hebron, about 25 years old, female."

"Oh, let me see..." Inspector Lestrade fiddled with the computer a few times and said, "There is no such name."

"No?" Sherlock leaned over, "Sure enough."

"Then how many Mr. Hebron are there in the whole of England?" Isabella asked.

"Well... this surname is not very common, there are sixteen people with this surname."

Sherlock broke the computer screen directly, and Inspector Lestrade distressedly told him to be gentle and not to break the computer.Sherlock sifted through the data at a glance, and after a minute, he said disappointedly: "No gain, it's a fake name."

"Then how many people named Stella are there in the whole of England?" Isabella proposed another idea.

"There are... 350 people."

"God..." Isabella clutched her forehead, when was she going to check these people out?

"What about Stella with a daughter?"

"Uh, there are seven people in 510."

Sherlock looked at the data intently, and the mouse wheel scrolled extremely fast. His brain was like a reader, constantly copying these garbled information into the temporary storage space of the brain.

After he finished reading all the information, Isabella continued to follow Sherlock and left Scotland Yard. The two of them saw an angry Mr. Grant standing on the side of the road waiting for the two to appear at the door.

"Oh my God! You can never imagine that when I went home to get the marriage certificate, my servant was uncharacteristically nervous. I asked again and again, and she told me that my wife went shopping. I don't believe it. , I followed her, and she actually ran into that small villa, and it was my wife who opened the door for her! She even let the servant tip off the news!" Mr. Grant was angry and angry, "I angrily asked her why she was still with her there. There was a relationship, she kept crying, begging me not to pursue it. I ignored her, strode into the villa, walked up to the second floor, guess what I saw?"

"What?" Isabella asked.

"Some clothes, toys, even some notebooks and pencils! And the yellow-faced man is missing," Mr. Grant took out the marriage certificate from his pocket. "Here you are."

Sherlock didn't take it with his hands, he just glanced at the cover lightly, and said with certainty: "It's fake."

"What?!" Mr. Grant asked in shock, "How is it possible?!"

"Oh, I can tell the authenticity of the documents at a glance."

Isabella complained, don’t steal other people’s documents and get addicted to the experience. Isabella took the marriage certificate and opened it casually. The woman in the photo is beautiful and generous, but her eyes are deeply Hiding melancholy and sadness.

"How could Stella lie to me?! We really love each other!"

"Okay, why don't you take us to your house to have a look, maybe there will be new discoveries." Isabella reassured.