[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Isabella patted the head of the corgi dog with its tongue sticking out and breathing out. She took a deep breath. Every time she dealt with this Mr. Holmes, it always took a lot of effort. Cheap is not easy.

"Ummm..." Isabella cleared her throat, and she carefully considered her words, "Because of the stay-at-home order, I've missed at least two months of study progress, and I don't want to retake the final exam."

McCoff smiled and said considerately: "Small problem, I believe that with your IQ, simple knowledge of economics will not embarrass you at all."

"You are discriminatory by subject." Isabella complained dissatisfied.

"I don't," Mycroft said with mock surprise, and he gave a sly smile of meaning.

Isabella squinted her eyes and looked at Mycroft's calm face. His eyes were calm, as if he had made up his mind that no matter what she said, he would not let go of the ban.Isabella straightened her back suddenly, she leaned forward slightly to get closer to McCoff, and said in a low voice, "We can make a deal, let that little ban go to hell..."

"Deal?" Mycroft repeated the word, and he didn't let go of the imperceptible pleading in Isabella's tone.

"For example, the murder of Ander Jones." Isabella said word by word, and at the same time she looked closely at McCoff's eyes, observing his mood swings.

Mycroft stared deeply at her with cold gray eyes, sighed helplessly for a while, and asked, "Did Sherlock tell you?"

Isabella didn't deny it, she raised an eyebrow, playing tricks, "The Calta company Ander worked for happened to be the company of Stella Cavendish... Oh no, it should be Mrs. Stella Munro's company, As for who Stella is, I don't think you don't know?"

Mycroft nodded and said, "I have heard about Mrs. Green and her affairs, but Sherlock will answer these riddles for me, so I don't need your help."

"I'm afraid Sherlock will not follow your orders as you wish."

"No, he will." With a triumphant smile on his face, Mycroft relaxed and leaned back on the soft sofa.

"Even if Ander is a member of the rose party, can I provide all his identity records?" Isabella was not reconciled, and her hand stirring the milk tea became more and more vigorous, all of which was seen by McCoff.

"Staying honestly in Buckingham Palace is the greatest help to me," Mycroft stood up, he looked down at Isabella, the familiar smirk hung back on his cheek, and McCoff tapped him Looking at Isabella's angry eyes, he said goodbye politely, "Thank you for the hospitality. It's getting late, so I won't bother you."

Isabella didn't speak, her face was gloomy, and the corgi dog in her arms keenly sensed that the master's mood was so bad that it was like a volcano that was about to erupt. It lowered its eyes, whimpered softly, and gently pressed the On the back of her hand, blinking a pair of round eyes, trying to comfort its owner.

Isabella patted the corgi's buttocks and put it down from its lap. As soon as its four short legs touched the ground, it couldn't wait to shake its hair. McCoff nodded slightly and turned to leave.

The man's tall back gradually faded away. Isabella hit a soft nail on him, and her mood was extremely bad. She took a quick step and said: "Scott, catch up."

Hearing the master's order, the corgi started to cheer, and the whole chubby body seemed to be about to fly. It ran towards the trouser legs of the suit that McCoff hadn't caught just now, which had been ironed meticulously.As expected of being an agent, Mycroft seemed to have eyes behind his back, and his intuition was terrifyingly accurate. He suddenly dodged, the corgi couldn't stop the car, and almost hit the wall.

Mycroft glanced back at Isabella, he stopped, and looked at the pup angry like its owner, with a low threatening growl from its throat, whether it was bared teeth Even the erect hair all over the body shows that it has entered a hostile state ready to attack.

The man didn't take it seriously at all, he narrowed his eyes and his face became majestic.He raised his chin, and with the arrogance of a superior, he snapped, "SHUTUP!"

"The instinct of a corgi dog." Isabella walked over slowly, she smiled brightly, but there was not much sincerity behind the smile, and Mycroft glanced at her, and he understood the sentence hint.

Corgi's instinct - shepherd.On the prairie, the short corgis urge the flock to move forward or back by biting the heels of the sheep.Could it be that the pup with the same name as Sherlock took him for a sheep?

The two-month confinement broke Isabella. You must know that she has not been confinement for several years. Even when she was a child, Mr. Nott would turn a blind eye to her occasional going out of the palace. leave it alone.But Mycroft is different. He is like a strict computer firewall. Whenever Isabella finds a security hole, he can always fix it in time and make inferences. Over time, the security of Buckingham Palace is so tight that even the occasional chat between servants The theft never happened again.

But, how could Isabella be obedient?She has foreign aid.Isabella took out her mobile phone, edited a text message and sent it to Sherlock.

"Mycroft turned me down, you were right.—Isa"

Soon, Sherlock's text message was sent to her mobile phone, and Isabella could almost see Sherlock's mocking smile.

"You are too stupid to have fantasies about fat people, so we can implement the plan? I'll wait for you at Holland's Pork Chop. We'll meet in 10 minutes. ——SH"

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the palace's vegetable truck leaves on time. Isabella is dressed as a maid and mixes with the servants who are purchasing vegetables. Not long after McCoff left, it is the time when the MI6 agents are most slack. Isabella Bella cleverly used the carriage to cover her side face.Facts have proved that the MI6 security system without McCoff is like a joke. 10 minutes later, Isabella is sitting in the corner of Holland’s pork chop shop, opposite to her is Mr. Consulting Detective——Xia Rock Holmes.

"You're two minutes late," Sherlock frowned. He scanned Isabella from head to toe like an X-ray machine, and Sherlock's gaze rested on her cuff, "Oh, animal hair, what do you breed?" dog?"

"Corky," Isabella knocked on the table and asked Sherlock, "I thought you'd give me something to eat."

"Given that you just had afternoon tea with the fat man and already consumed too many calories, I don't think you need to eat high-calorie fried foods."

"I haven't eaten a few bites..." Isabella rolled her eyes, "Talking with your brother seriously affects my appetite."

"I agree, so I try not to appear in the same room as him at the same time," Sherlock rarely echoed her, "Okay, let's get to the point, Ander Jones is still waiting for us, oh, what a rare case, what a shocking case." Excited!"

"..." Isabella felt cold, "What do you mean waiting for us? It's too scary."

"This is just a metaphor. I read the membership information of Ander Jones you sent me. He joined the Rose Party three years ago... To be honest, I think this name is appropriate..." Sherlock glanced at Yi With Sabella's gloomy face, he swallowed the rest of the words wisely, "...the activities he participated in were basically parties that didn't cost too much money. How did the high-spending club on the Forbes list attract him. He is the accountant of Calta Company. The huge current accounts of Calta Company in recent months are not at all consistent with the actual operating conditions, but Ander Jones It doesn't look like he is rich, so if he didn't embezzle the money, where did the money go?"

"I can answer your first question, because Ander was once the boyfriend of Carol Hill, Miss Hill Group."