[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"Have you ever been to Ander Jones' house?"

"Go, his house is clean, and a suicide note was left on the spot, only those idiots at Scotland Yard would think he committed suicide," Sherlock made no secret of his contempt for Scotland Yard, "Last March he Bought a five-year financial product from Barclays Bank, which shows that he is full of confidence in the future. On the night of the accident, his refrigerator was full of food for a week, and most importantly, the handwriting of the letter was full of horror."

"Frightened? How did you see that?" Isabella asked suspiciously.

"People's handwriting is not static," Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and spoke quickly, "Emotions, physical conditions, and external environments may all cause slight differences in handwriting. The blood flow slows down, so you will feel cold hands and feet, and the words written by your stiff fingers are crooked, and it is common for the pen to be connected or broken. Moreover, the suicide note left by him has a lot of typos and outlines. Judging from the orderly classification of garbage, Ander himself has a cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, how can such a perfectionist allow the last letter left by him to be a defective product?"

"So someone forced him to write it."

"The door of the house is intact, and there is no trace of a fight in the room. An acquaintance committed the crime," Sherlock stood up, and said, "It's almost time, it's time for us to appear on stage."

Isabella asked, "Where are you going?"

"Scotland Yard."

Isabella jumped into the taxi, and she glanced at the camera on the street corner with a guilty conscience. Near Buckingham Palace, where Sherlock waved casually, a taxi would stop and pick him up, all of which showed their whereabouts. Has been completely exposed under the eyes of Mycroft.

"Relax, the fat man is busy with the safety meeting this afternoon, so he doesn't have time to take care of us." Sherlock saw through Isabella's thoughts with a glance.

"That couldn't be better."

The taxi stopped at the door, and Sherlock strode into Scotland Yard. Inspector Lestrade saw him as if he had seen a savior. The inspector was about to speak when his eyes touched Isabella who was following Sherlock, and suddenly he was speechless. , Isabella considerately said in advance when Inspector Lestrade was struggling with the title: "You should call me Isabella, Mr. Inspector."

"Uh, yes," Inspector Lestrade scratched his head and agreed, "By the way, Sherlock, the autopsy report came out, and Ander Jones died of cyanide poisoning. The time of death was between seven and eight in the evening." time, and Donovan extracted a cream-and-drug mixture on the Ander's toilet."

"Undoubtedly a suicide," Anderson poked his head out, smugly tirade, "stress-induced mood swings, as his friends can attest..."

Sherlock said loudly mercilessly: "Shut up Anderson, you've lowered the IQ of the whole street."

"How's Ander's relationship?" Isabella asked.

"Except for his colleagues in the Calta Company, his lack of social interaction is horribly lacking, but some people have seen him in and out of Anola's bar..."

"Uh, you can let this clue go..." Isabella said with an embarrassed smile.

The inspector looked at her suspiciously, and continued: "The rest is, Ander's girlfriend? We've been together since last year, her name is Marilyn Black, and she's a member of parliament."

"Marilyn Blake in the House of Commons, Conservative Party," Isabella added, "but isn't she nearly 40, I remember?"

"Ander is only 26 years old this year." Donovan added in a low voice, with an indescribable mockery on her face.

"So, why are you still standing there? Did Marilyn Black have an alibi that night?" Sherlock asked impatiently.

"No, she was even seen going in and out of Ander's house that night," Donovan said.

"Great, if I were you, I'd arrest her immediately." Sherlock said in a very bad tone.

"Sherlock, we can't," Inspector Lestrade reminded helplessly, "We don't have permission from the House."

"Then apply."

"But we have no evidence, Sherlock." Isabella frowned, she understood the problem.

"Yes, so I would like to ask you, okay?" Inspector Lestrade said, handing him Marilyn Blake's personal file, "this is the best thing for you to do, private detective, isn't it?" ?”

Sherlock took a quick glance at the files, scanning them into his mind.He raised his head and said dissatisfiedly: "It's a consulting detective, I created it."

"Okay, sorry." Inspector Lestrade watched Sherlock and Isabella leave, and he breathed a sigh of relief.Although he wanted to shut Sherlock's merciless mouth most of the time, he still had to hand over Scotland Yard's detection rate to him at critical moments.

"Taxi!" Sherlock beckoned, opened the door, and ordered, "Go to Kura Casino."

"casino?"

"Marilyn Blake is a gambler, and the records say she has been a regular at the Kura Casino since two years ago."

"Kula Casino will give gamblers a free credit of [-] pounds on the first day of every month. Indeed, Ms. Black will not let go of this opportunity today," Isabella did not hide her familiarity with the casino. She just took out the cosmetics in her handbag and said, "It doesn't seem too good to just swagger into the casino like this? Do you want to change your appearance?"

"Me? No need."

Isabella shrugged, she changed her facial contours little by little in front of the mirror, and Sherlock transformed herself from a blond and elegant princess into a down-and-out woman with messy hair and bloodshot eyes with just a few strokes of her. Very interested, Sherlock was rarely amazed, and he couldn't help asking: "That's it? How did you do it?"

Isabella drooped her eyes weakly. The thick dark circles and nasolabial folds made her look ten years older.Isabella entered the scene very quickly, and she replied in a whisper: "You should never underestimate a woman's ability to make up."

Cura Casino is the most famous underground casino in London. Other casinos uphold the usual reservedness of the British. It is not so much a casino as a private club. It is quiet and secret inside. In Isabella’s words, it is just counting cards inside. It can be counted as falling asleep, but the Kura casino is more chaotic and exciting, not only the gambling industry, but also the drug and pornography industries are intertwined, and the underground forces are turbulent. This place can be a hell for the rich or the poor paradise.

Isabella and Sherlock decided to split up. As soon as night fell, the neon signboard of Kula Casino was lit up early. The bodyguards in charge of security at the door were all strong and strong blacks. Every guest glanced unscrupulously.Isabella was ushered in by the waiter who uniformly wore a black suit, perhaps because she didn't wear any expensive jewelry when she went out today, and she was wearing ordinary T-shirt and jeans. The waiter just led her to the FIT area, served her a cup of coffee and never entertained her again.

Casino items are nothing more than poker, baccarat and blackjack.Isabella prefers blackjack. In fact, there is no difference between these events. As long as you have a photographic memory ability and the mathematical ability to do quick mental calculations, any game is the same.

Isabella's role tonight is a down-and-out rich lady with high debts and longing for a quick fortune. She rubbed her hands nervously. Sherlock has already thrown himself into Baccarat's arms. Judging from his frown, he is also an out-and-out actor.Isabella didn't believe that Sherlock's extremely clever brain would think that memorizing a few decks of cards with instant memory was a problem of the century.

She didn't touch the cup of coffee. Isabella never ate other people's food. After observing for a long time, she slowly stood up and walked towards a table of guests who were playing blackjack.

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