[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The street lights outside the window suddenly turned on, and in the evening, the room could still be seen clearly under the dim light of the sunset glow. When the new moon replaced the setting sun, the house was completely shrouded in darkness.Isabella didn't dare to turn on the light. She listened to the happy shouts of the rich and noble children who were partying all night outside the door, and vaguely heard a few words. They should be playing cards.There was a faint strange fragrance in the air, she was very familiar with it, it was the smell of marijuana fruit.

Later, Isabella changed the medicine for McCoff again. His condition gradually stabilized. The fever had subsided, but he was still lethargic. Her stomach throbbed.She regretted not asking Caroldo for some painkillers.

Isabella's cell phone is completely dead and turned off, which is good, so that Claire Green won't call again.Isabella curled up on a chair, and outside the door was a raucous and indulgent carnival party. Inside the door, Isabella struggled to keep her eyes open. Her eyes were dark, with only a little neon light showing through the cracks in the curtains.She was hungry and her stomach ached so badly that she could barely stand up, and Isabella held her phone against her belly as if it would ease the pain.

It must be a stomach problem, she retched a few times, tremblingly grabbed a glucose solution, the high-concentration sugar solution was not very tasty, she forced herself to swallow it, there was a satisfying grunt in her stomach, the pain was slight Relief, followed by a surge of drowsiness, Isabella's eyelids seemed to be glued together, her eyeballs were dry and red, but she couldn't sleep, the danger had not been lifted, and she had to stay awake all the time.

Half asleep and half awake, she didn't know how long time had passed. The neon lights outside the window dimmed first, and about an hour later, even the street lights went out, leaving only the cold and clear light of the moon in the room. She didn't know what happened to Sherlock. Isabella suddenly thought of the cell phone, she took it out from the coat pocket, Sherlock thoughtfully set it to silent mode, Isabella looked at Marilyn Black's call records and SMS records, Clean, she rubbed her cheeks unconsciously, clicked on the temporary file, and the cloud storage exposed Ms. Black's account. Isabella thought for a while and tried the password three times. The last time was Ander's initials, Ms. Black The driver's license number, successfully, she looked at the historical records, which were one account after another, including the annual report of the toy foreign trade company under Mrs. Sidilla Munro's name. The amount of these accounts The number is frighteningly large, and all the turnover is allocated to a private account in the United States.

There are also several customs clearance forms in the messy report file, the dates are February, April and July of this year, the commodity category of the customs declaration is daily necessities, and the examiner is Duke Rosen—— Baron Rosen works in the customs Eldest son.

What kind of daily necessities need to be imported from the United States?Moreover, the number of these three times became more appalling each time, and the unit price of daily necessities in the last time was as high as [-] pounds!

Is it smuggling?Why does Baron Rosen need so many smuggled goods?As a company accountant, was Ander murdered because of the inconsistencies in the accounts of these strange goods?

The mystery completely blocked Isabella's brain. She looked through Ms. Black's browser history again, but found nothing. Those deleted call records and text message records may need to be restored by special technical means.

The laughter and noise outside the door gradually subsided. The young people who were having a good time were probably sleepy. The upper half of the eastern sky was still brewing with a thick and unresolved night, and the lower half was rendered with the magnificent colors of the morning glow. The dividing line appeared in the sky, like a fairy ribbon, dividing the sky into two periods. The morning star indicated that it was time for the moon to leave, and the room was finally dimly visible.

"Cough cough..."

Isabella raised his head, and Mycroft woke up. He sat up with effort and propped himself up with one hand. Isabella handed him a glass of water, and he moistened his throat.Although the room was still a little dim, Mycroft did not miss Isabella's bloodshot eyes. He frowned and smelled the faint smell in the air. There was still an outer bag of antibiotic dressings on the bedside. After a little thought, he deduced everything that happened after he fell into a coma.

"Go to sleep first," Mycroft said softly, "I'm sorry, when you wake up, I promise everything will pass."

Isabella wanted to shake her head, but her eyelids were tired and heavy. His words seemed to have magical powers. Isabella leaned her head on the chair, thinking that she would only close her eyes for a while, and she still had to clean up after the party downstairs. I don't want my home to be smoked with marijuana.

Mycroft stood in front of the window and stared at her side face. He lightly touched the gauze on his shoulders, and naturally saw the bowknot tied playfully by Isabella. McCoff didn't even realize it. The corners of her lips raised slightly, and the cold and deep ice in her eyes showed signs of melting.She did a good job, and if it wasn't for her special status, McCoff really planned to call her into MI6.

Isabella was so tired, with high nervous tension and insufficient calorie intake throughout the day, the painful memories that had been suppressed during the day flooded into her dreams again, and she was once again trapped in the parking lot that night.

She dreamed that she was alone, holding a Glock 43, and fired several shots at the killers who surrounded her, blood spattered, and the killers who were shot seemed to have no pain, they approached mechanically, regardless of her chest being like a fountain The same Chi Chi was bleeding, Isabella could only back away blindly.

Immediately after the camera turned, she felt as if she was being pulled forward by someone. She slowly raised her head, but she couldn't see the man's face clearly.There were more and more killers around, and some of them had half of their heads blown off, revealing their white brains, but they reached out to grab Isabella's arm without giving up.

"open!"

In the dream, Isabella shouted with all her strength, but the sound she actually made was like a mosquito humming. She tried her best to shake off those killers, but the mysterious man who was pulling her away suddenly looked down at her. Sabella is creepy!

It was Belinda who led her to run!Seeing that Isabella recognized her, a ferocious smile appeared on her distorted face, just like when she was shot, her body was covered in blood. Isabella wanted to shake off her hand, Belinda Clamping her tightly, Isabella saw a large amount of sticky and smelly blood slowly overflowing from the joint between the two of them.

stop!stop!

Isabella wanted to control her feet and stop running forward, but she was like a clockwork puppet, running forward in a daze.

There was a light at the end of the emergency fire escape. A man in a long coat turned his back to her slowly. There was a huge aquiline nose on that face. When she saw Isabella, her lips curled up. An evil smile.

It's Claire Green.

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感谢在2020-12-1602:15:55~2020-12-1701:49:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of six-day carp;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!