[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"You... what are you talking about, I don't understand..." Stella's face was bloodless, her thin body seemed to be tilted at any time, Grant hurriedly supported his wife.

"There are seven ladies of Stella with daughters in the whole of England, but only one of noble birth, and that is you, Mrs. Stella Cavendish," Sherlock analyzed quickly in a low voice, "You have retained a lot of noble habits. , such as the baroque decoration style of your home, the expensive wedding diamond ring, and your clothes, which inherit the usual faults of nobles, never wear luxury goods, and only love private handmade customization. How many of your clothes are worn more than It’s been 510 years, and your family’s circumstances don’t prevent you from being able to afford new clothes, so that means you like old clothes from grandma’s generation, maybe this is the aristocratic elegance that I can’t understand?”

"Actually, I don't understand either." Isabella shrugged.

"..." Stella's hands supporting her husband shook violently, she lowered her head in silence.

"My God, Stella, you never told me this..." Grant was very surprised, "Then your ex-husband..."

"Andrew Cavendish," Isabella said suddenly, she knew the relationships among these nobles like the back of her hand, "A collateral branch of the Cavendish family, you and he are cousins. Three or four years ago, Andrew Cavendish was involved in a London street shooting and tragically died."

"I'm sorry...Grant...I didn't mean to hide it, I was just afraid that you would look down on me..."

"...It's nothing. When love comes, who can resist it?" Grant sighed deeply and hugged his wife.

"Uh, I guess I'm at the wrong time?"

"Oh! Inspector Lestrade?" Isabella looked in surprise at the panting Mr. Inspector, "Why are you here?"

"I made him come." Sherlock said flatly.

"Well, yes, the sniper you mentioned has already run away, and I didn't catch him," Inspector Lestrade said.

"Snipers?!" Poor Mr. Grant, he was dazed by the breaking news one after another today, "Where is there a sniper?"

"Didn't you notice the house next to your house? The trash can at the door suddenly has a lot of household garbage," Sherlock looked at the idiot's expression, "Your wife must know why, you'd better ask her."

"..." Stella lowered her head and did not speak.

"Oh, my God, what have you offended?" Grant asked hastily.

"No……"

"Please, Stella, tell me!"

In the pleading of her lover, Stella finally spoke: "It's that lady... For three years, I kept my name incognito, thinking that I had escaped her clutches, but four months ago, she suddenly contacted me and used Grant came to threaten me with perjury... I didn't want to, so I urged Grant to move quickly. Who knew she planted a sniper next door to my house!"

"What perjury?" Isabella asked.

"I don't understand, I have a small company with decent revenue, and the lady asked me to hand over the company's current accounts to her," Stella shook her head, "I refused her, and she thought I had already The daughter who died in the shooting together with Andrew was sent to me... It turns out that she knew that my daughter was not dead, she has been in control, and wanted to use my daughter as a hole card, so that I was completely controlled by her..."

"Wait, perjury doesn't take that long to plan, does it? Has she been holding onto you?" Isabella asked.

"Who is she? You all seem to know, but I don't?" Mr. Grant said doubtfully.

"The current Iron Lady." Isabella explained.

"Yes...that's her," Stella fell into painful memories, "She was the one who planned the shooting to kill Andrew..."

"Why?" Sherlock stared into Stella's eyes, not letting go of a subtle expression.

"Because Andrew broke her secret, I can't say that. Anyway, she was killing people to silence her." Stella couldn't help crying, "I was lucky to escape, but she never wanted to let go Me, she blackmailed me with my daughter and Grant... made me her puppet..."

"If you guessed correctly, Mrs. Green is your aunt? You are all the Cavendish family, a decadent and ancient aristocratic family, what secrets can there be?" Isabella smiled, "Is it cheating? Or Incest?"

"You're wrong," Sherlock said with a frown. "Clare Green's husband was dead at that time, she was a widow, it wasn't cheating."

"Oh alright."

"...How did you guess that?" Stella's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Dirty family secrets, boring," Sherlock curled his lips, and he turned and left without hesitation. "The case is over, and I'm bored again."

"Uh, Sherlock? If you have nothing to do, can you look into this case for me?" Inspector Lestrade followed up in time, "The blue diamond necklace that was about to be auctioned at the Dimia Charity Auction this morning disappeared. Fly, our police officers locked down one of the backstage workers based on surveillance..."

"I'm not interested in theft." Sherlock rebuffed.

"...But when we were chasing and intercepting the thief, he disappeared out of thin air."

Sherlock stopped.

Inspector Lestrade smiled triumphantly. "I knew you'd be interested in this case."

"Disappeared? What do you mean?" Sherlock asked.

"Maybe Apparation? Like Harry Potter?" Isabella joked. "Disapparation?"

"Harry Potter? What's that?" Sherlock looked at her strangely.

"My God, Sherlock, you don't know about Harry Potter?" Inspector Lestrade exclaimed in amazement as if he had discovered a new world, "It turns out Sherlock Holmes, who knows everything, also has knowledge he doesn't know!"

"Should I know?" Sherlock said in a bad tone, "My brain clears the memory regularly, and it is impossible for some junk information to survive in my brain for more than three hours."

"Well, let me continue by saying that the thief disappeared out of thin air near the intersection of Barclays Bank and Hill Group."

"I remember there was a camera at that intersection?" Isabella reminded.

"Yes, but it happened to be broken," said Inspector Lestrade helplessly.

"That's good, check the electricity meter, or the department responsible for repairing the camera, who broke it," Sherlock said casually, "Scotland Yard won't even have to be taught that?"

"Sherlock..." Inspector Lestrade justified, "The camera was damaged by lightning a few days ago."

"Did the thief step on it earlier?" Isabella asked.

Sherlock didn't answer, he just walked forward on his own.

"Where are you going, Sherlock?" Inspector Lestrade called from behind.

Sherlock strode forward, he turned up the collar of his windbreaker, and replied: "Go to the scene."

The author has something to say:

Stella is just a cold, cold, remote, remote branch of the Cavendish family, so she has never seen Isabella, and she doesn't know that she is a princess.Isabella is still quite low-key, she always uses a fake identity when she goes out to have fun, as long as she wants, no paparazzi can follow her.

(Seeing this, I have been locked up to study... This is the last article in the manuscript box, crying)