[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Although Isabella is not as weak and delicate as other nobles, she was so frightened that she could hardly speak when she saw the real death scene. Her proud sanity was temporarily disconnected. I can't do anything in place, my mind is blank.

Sherlock pursed his lips tightly, unexpectedly did not say much, his sharp eyes lightly glanced at the police officer who smiled maliciously.

The policeman became annoyed under his see-through gaze, he took out his pistol, deliberately shook it under Sherlock's eyes, and said, "Hurry up, don't make me threaten you."

The knife in Sherlock's hand was forcibly taken away by the accompanying police. He put the fruit knife into a transparent evidence bag, raised his eyebrows and said, "There are fingerprints and tools for committing the crime, boss, this time it can be regarded as solid evidence." ?”

The leading policeman bared his teeth and laughed a few times, as if he had just discovered Isabella who was standing aside, he raised his hand, pointed at her impolitely, and shouted fiercely: "Who are you? Get out of here quickly! Watch the fun Have to see where this is."

Isabella leaned against the wall, the smell of blood made her sick to her stomach, the little policeman who accompanied her wanted to push Sherlock, but he nimbly avoided him, Sherlock stared at him coldly, snorted coldly from his nostrils, he He did not defend himself, but strode obediently behind them without saying a word. When he passed Isabella, he seemed to bump into her inadvertently, and Sherlock whispered, "Sorry."

Isabella stared blankly at Sherlock leaving with the group of policemen. The rest of the policemen were responsible for moving the corpses and cleaning up the scene. She didn't even have time to take a closer look at the hush money that was given to her. She hurriedly picked up her handbag and went out quickly. After standing on the street and being blown by the cold wind, she gradually regained her lost sanity.

Sherlock would never kill someone, but if it wasn't for him, it would be so strange for Sherlock to follow them back to Scotland Yard without saying a word!Unless Sherlock finds out something and voluntarily goes with them in order to investigate the case, Isabella's brain is blown by the cold wind and resumes its normal operation.

There is another obvious doubt, the police came too fast, didn't they?From Marilyn going to the bathroom to the incident, it took only 5 minutes before and after, how did they know?Who called the police?Doubts followed one after another, and Isabella's thoughts were chaotic.

In the middle of the night in London, it was still a bit chilly. She poked into the pocket of her coat, but she almost jumped up when she was frightened by an object with cold tentacles in the pocket. Isabella looked around subconsciously. She quickened her walking pace. Stretching her hand into her pocket, the rectangular object was cold to the touch and felt like metal. She snapped it open along a slit, and the moment she touched the button, she understood that it was a mobile phone.

She was sure it couldn't be her own phone, and Isabella recalled Sherlock's seemingly unintentional bump, when he had deftly transferred the phone to her, and Isabella wasn't stupid enough to think This is Sherlock's mobile phone, and because of this, she became nervous. Walking on the street, she always felt as if someone was following her.She didn't know if it was because of the key evidence on her body that she was suspicious. Anyway, Isabella almost trotted into a private shopping mall that was still open.

The top priority is to hurry up and change clothes. Isabella turned left and right, washed off the makeup on her face in the fitting room, and changed into a fat hooded sweater and jeans. She was chewing bubble gum, from He took out a pair of exaggerated golden flat mirrors from his pocket and put them on.

The basement floor of this shopping mall is the parking lot. Isabella came here many years ago. They have a side door in the parking lot, which can lead directly to the London subway entrance. Isabella blew a big bubble and snapped. The burst bubbles smeared her mouth, and just as the elevator reached the negative floor, she spit out the bubble gum and threw it into the trash can.

It was early in the morning, and the parking lot was sparsely populated, with only a few solitary cars parked there. Isabella walked into the main road, and when she saw the particularly coquettish figure standing with a small black umbrella, she wished she could come from the future. over here.

"Mr. Adam Smith, we can make a deal. As you can see, I want to know all the whereabouts of Sherlock Holmes..." Mycroft was interrupted by Isabella who broke in before he finished speaking. He didn't see it clearly at first, but his originally calm face suddenly became solemn, the small black umbrella in his hand touched the ground lightly, his voice was not loud but full of majesty, "Who?"

"Uh... sorry sorry, I didn't mean to..." Isabella touched her nose, raised her hands and walked over with a smile. During this time, she glanced at the unlucky guy sitting opposite Mycroft. Young people who love rock music.

Mycroft's face became more exciting, his hand holding the little black umbrella suddenly tightened, and McCoff ordered: "You come here first."

Isabella stood beside Mycroft in embarrassment. The young man looked at the two of them suspiciously, and said in a hesitant tone, "Who are you? What are you doing? You tied me here with just one phone call?"

"As you can see, I'm just curious about your new roommate—Sherlock Holmes. As a reward for you to monitor him and report to me regularly, I will help you solve your rent problem. In addition, I will pay you a big A sum of money, enough for you to solve your unborn little trouble." I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that Mycroft's steady and smooth speech speed has become as fast as Sherlock's.

Isabella really doesn't understand why the two brothers are more awkward than the other, what is this?Guarding a new roommate for my younger brother?Make it as solemn as a girlfriend.

"How do you know?!" Adam said angrily, "That child is not mine at all! Damn it!"

"You need money, don't you?" Mycroft smiled with a confident smile, before he could say anything else, he said a step ahead, "Have a nice cooperation, Mr. Smith."

"..." Adam stood up unwillingly, and he asked the strange mysterious man in front of him, "Who are you? What is your relationship with Sherlock Holmes?"

"Your Majesty and Sherlock Holmes are mortal enemies." After saying this, Mycroft turned his head to signal Isabella to follow, leaving Adam Smith behind.

The female secretary, Belinda, appeared suddenly like a ghost. She pushed her mirror frame, smiled and asked Adam Smith out of the underground parking lot.Soon, he had an extra check written to him by Belinda.

"Why are you here? I remember that your ban has not been lifted?" Mycroft frowned and looked at Isabella who was trying to slip away. The two were walking along the parking lot towards the exit.

"..." Isabella smiled guiltyly, "Coincidence."

"Who told me that I never believe in coincidences?" Mycroft said with a half-smile.

Isabella looked around but refused to look at him.

"Okay, let's go." Mycroft sighed and decided to let her go first.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty parking lot. Isabella pinched the phone in her pocket before remembering the most important thing.

"That's right! Sherlock was arrested, and the policeman who had the worst relationship with him at Scotland Yard said that Sherlock was involved in a murder..." Before Isabella finished speaking, she was stopped by McCoff's eyes up.

She had never seen such a dignified and terrifying look in Mycroft's eyes, as if an invincible general stepped onto the battlefield again.He was always ready, mobilizing all his senses at the moment he smelled danger, Mycroft tensed his muscles for a moment, his stern expression seemed to be looking at a dragon's den.Isabella finally sees his cold, cautious, astute side as the most elite agent.

However, the road in front of them was quiet and normal, without a trace of abnormality. There were old cardboard boxes randomly placed on the side of the road. Isabella looked at Mycroft's gloomy face again suspiciously. Switching the button, Isabella carefully looked at the road in front of her. Except for the security room on the side and the utility room in the back compartment, which are excellent sniper spots, there seems to be nothing special... No, Isabella suddenly Understood, she opened her eyes wide, not daring to confirm whether her discovery was true, this was too crazy, if her guess was true, I'm afraid neither she nor Mycroft could walk out of the parking lot alive tonight.

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