[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"It's not like his style."

In the taxi heading to Mr. Grant's villa, Sherlock, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up and said something without beginning or end.

"What?" Isabella didn't respond.

"It's not Mycroft's style to take action before the enemy is completely under his control." Sherlock said in a low voice.

"..." Isabella looked at him speechlessly, as if looking at an alien, "You really don't know why, Sherlock?"

"tell me."

"Because Mr. Green has touched his bottom line." Isabella looked at Sherlock who was frowning and couldn't understand, and sighed, "Mr. Green's attack on you is something that Mycroft cannot allow. For this reason, He will kill him at all costs, even if it means tearing face with Mrs. Green, don't you understand?"

"..." Sherlock was stunned for a moment, unexpectedly did not say anything more, he pressed his lips tightly, and turned his head to the side.

Isabella thought it was funny. The awkward pair of brothers were like children. They kept many things in their hearts and would rather never say them.One speaks meanderingly, and the other speaks with no regard for other people's feelings. They really deserve to be brothers.

The car stopped outside a beautiful garden house, and Grant led the two in front. Sherlock stood at the door for a while, frowning and looking at the empty houses around the villa.

"What's the matter, Mr. Holmes?" Grant followed his gaze. "Those houses are still unoccupied. I don't know how long they have been vacant."

"Excellent sniping position." Sherlock said casually, and he strode past Grant and walked straight into the house.Grant didn't know what happened. He looked at Isabella suspiciously, and the latter gave him a helpless look.

Grant Munro's home was furnished classically and implicitly, and the familiar Victorian decoration style made Isabella think she was in Buckingham Palace.

"Ha, Stella is not at home again, and even the servants are gone this time, I really don't know what she is possessed of!" Grant said mockingly.

Sherlock scanned every corner of the house, connecting the tiny clues together, and finally got useful information. He almost looked through every room. Isabella didn't stop him, and Sherlock broke into Grant's room. Went to the bedroom.

"Oh! He's so rude, sorry," said Isabella, standing in the doorway, "and your house is beautifully decorated."

"Uh, it doesn't matter. I asked Mr. Holmes. As for the decoration, Stella did it all. I don't understand anything. It's been a few years since I bought this house. I really don't know why, Stella thought to herself. Sell ​​it."

"Sell the house?" Isabella asked, grasping the point.

Grant nodded, "Yeah, she's been urging me to sell the house... She's been telling me about it for three or four months, and I'm too busy with business to take it to heart."

Hearing this, Sherlock lowered his head and sent a text message on his mobile phone, and then he carefully checked the drawer of the bedside table, and found a well-hidden diamond ring inside.

"That's Stella's previous wedding diamond ring. She hasn't worn it since we got married."

Sherlock was noncommittal, he put the ring back, and ran his fingers over the window sill, there was no dust.From this window, you can just see the small villa with the mysterious yellow-faced man on the opposite side. The clean window sill indicates that the hostess of the house should often stop in front of the window and stare at the opposite villa.

Sherlock unceremoniously opened the wardrobe. There were some ladies' dresses and long windbreakers hanging in the wardrobe according to the color and texture. He raised his eyebrows and closed the door again.

"Well, what's up, Mr. Holmes, have you found anything?" Grant couldn't help asking.

"There are some, but not many, well, let's go and have a look at that little villa."

"Are you going now?"

"Of course, you don't want to know what's going on?" Sherlock said dryly, his hands in his pockets, and there was a dark current in his blue eyes.

Grant didn't hesitate anymore, the three of them hurried through the alley, Sherlock raised his head and looked directly at the second floor of the small villa, there really stood a strange man with a stiff face, he was short in stature, half of his body was hidden in a black cloak Underneath, only a pale and terrifying face like a corpse was revealed.Grant shook his hand and pointed to the second floor.

Seeing that they found him, the strange man immediately disappeared from the balcony. Sherlock didn't hesitate anymore, and he ordered Grant to block the back door to prevent them from sneaking away.

Sure enough, Grant saw the tall and vulgar maid and Stella at the back door. Looking at "it" from a close distance, Grant realized that the face of the seemingly terrifying monster was actually wearing a rough mask.

The little yellow-faced grotesquely clenched Stella's hand, hiding behind her, with that eerie mask half-hidden, making it look particularly absurd and creepy.At this time, Stella also found her angry husband, she cried in despair and fear: "Ah! Grant... Please, let her go, don't pursue this matter, okay?"

"No! You promised me never to come here again, but you broke the contract, Stella... What's going on with all this?" Grant was in agony.

Sherlock and Isabella also came around from the front door. Stella looked at them and shouted excitedly, "Grant! Who are they? Who did you call?"

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes is a detective who will solve all mysteries for me."

"No...Grant, can you trust me again?" Stella wanted to step forward and pull the man's arm, while the yellow-faced weirdo stood there motionless like a lifeless wax figure.

"Is she your daughter?" Sherlock said suddenly.

"What, how is that possible?!" Grant exclaimed, "Neither of us have ever had a child!"

"It's not yours, it's hers and her last husband's," Sherlock didn't bother to explain, "she didn't die."

"Is that so?" Grant looked at his tearful wife.

"Yes... I only recently found out that she is still alive. I was afraid that you would be unhappy, so I could only temporarily arrange her in this house. I couldn't help but miss you in the middle of the night. I know you slept very well. I'm familiar with it, so I sneaked out to meet my daughter..." Stella sobbed.

"Then why...why did you make her dress up like this?" Isabella asked.

Grant frowned, and he stretched out his hand to take off the mask on the child's face, Stella exclaimed: "No..."

However, it was still a step late. Under the mask was a milky pink face. The girl turned her head to one side, and Isabella did not miss her light and sparse eyebrows.The black cloak on the girl slipped down, revealing hair that seemed to be covered with hoarfrost.

"Ah..." Grant took a step back.

"Nystagmus, pinkish-white skin, transparent and pink irises, photophobia, gray hair... Obviously, she is an albino." Sherlock affirmed the conclusion.

"Grant, I'm not sure if you can accept her, so I..." Stella hesitated to speak.

Isabella already understood why Stella was so secretive and refused to show Grant her ID card, "You didn't tell the truth, Mrs. Munro, Mr. Hebron was probably made up by you, right? You and your ex-husband , should be close relatives."

"Ah..." Stella glared at Isabella angrily, "What's the matter with you?"

"Stella!" Grant's anger, which had been kept in the dark for many years, rushed to his heart, "Tell me what's going on, or it will be over between us!"

"Maybe I should call you Lady Stella Cavendish?"

As soon as Sherlock's words came out, it was like a thunderbolt, and everyone present looked at him with their mouths wide open in surprise.