[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to Clare Green, Isabella exerted all her strength in her dream, but failed to break free from Belinda. Just when Isabella was sweating profusely in her sleep, she suddenly The melodious and soothing sound of the violin sounded like a clear spring, washing away her bloody and violent dreams from the inside to the outside. Pulling out her wrist, the nightmare gradually collapsed and faded, and a light hit in the distance. Isabella seemed to smell the aroma of cheesecake, which she loved most when she was a child.

The dream that followed became soft and lengthy. She almost relived her first 20 years in the dream. Those regrets and losses deeply buried in her heart were staged again. In the dream, she looked at Her father and stepmother remarried, and this time she did not stare at Camilla with resentment as she did when she was a child. Isabella watched the wedding from the perspective of God, and suddenly found it ironic.She didn't bother to think about this unpleasant wedding anymore. Isabella only felt noisy when the priest on the stage chanted the prayer of blessing.

Many times she wondered, if the love story between the prince and the princess was a standard fairy tale ending, would she still be as rebellious as she is today?Without answers, it is impossible to turn back time, and the drama of life lies in the unknown.

The dream continued, and this time the camera changed, and she saw herself wearing a vintage Victorian dress, sitting in an unknown palace, surrounded by maids who bowed their heads and served with high cheekbones and deep-set eye sockets, typical Germanic appearance, Obviously she had never seen such a scene, but there was a voice in her mind that kept hinting to her that she was the hostess here—the Grand Duchess of Hesse and Rhine.

This suddenly woke up Isabella. She opened her eyes suddenly, panting heavily, and then remembered that the Grand Duchess should be Princess Alice, the second daughter of Queen Victoria in history.Was it because she was psychologically shadowed by the sudden marriage a few days ago that she dreamed of such an absurd scene at the end of the dream?

After calming her breath, Isabella squinted her eyes and looked around. She was lying on a clean single bed, the gray curtains were tightly closed, and she was sure that this was neither her private residence, nor Buckingham Palace or other places. Palace, the decoration of the room is simple and simple, there is a mahogany desk beside the bed, Isabella rubbed her temples, the low-quality sleep made her brain throbbing, she opened the drawer, and there were several sets of clothes in it. There are toiletries.

She put on new clothes, which were just the right size.Isabella hesitated to turn the doorknob of the room, she didn't know who she would meet later, the Queen bless it was not Claire Green.

Seeing the curly-haired man sitting on the sofa and thinking like a pyramid, Isabella's heartbeat suddenly stabilized. She didn't expect that she would sleep in 221B, but with McCoff's style, this place is indeed The best choice, since she was still in the lockdown period and Baker Street was full of his people, it was very safe here.

Since McCoff dared to put himself in 6B under the supervision of MI221, it means that the problem has basically been satisfactorily resolved. Isabella wanted to understand this, she sat casually on the sofa on the other side, and picked up the empty glass on the table, " oh... is this cup clean?"

Without moving Sherlock's eyes, he immediately replied, "Of course."

Isabella looked in disbelief.

"Okay," Sherlock turned his face away reluctantly, "I just used it to hold hypochlorous acid."

"..." Isabella rolled her eyes, "I knew it."

"If you're thirsty and hungry, there's food on the table."

Isabella got up and walked to the dining table. She was surprised to see the bacon salad, steak, pizza and cheesecake on the table. She paused for three seconds and asked suspiciously: "Did you order delivery? Or What food decay time experiment?"

"Oh, it was sent by the fat man. You slept for two full days," Sherlock curled his lips, "You should ask him for mental damages, and he wants to send you away just for one meal. The fat man is really more It's getting trickier."

"Mycroft?" Isabella pulled out her chair and sat down. She slowly cut a small piece of beef with a fork and put it in her mouth. Although the royal etiquette required her to stay silent, she was really curious. , "Is there any news these two days? How did you get out of the police station?"

"News? Do you mean what's reported or what hasn't been reported?" Sherlock tilted his body and lay down on the sofa accurately. He folded his hands and stared at the ceiling. Stupid, looking at Marilyn Blake's body, there are so many doubts and you haven't found any of them?"

"...I'm really sorry, since I was a child, it was the first time that I watched the murder scene up close. You should be glad that I didn't spit it out on the spot."

"It's mangoes. Marilyn is allergic to mangoes. Someone squeezed mango juice into her red wine. After a while, she felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, so she ran to the bathroom to throw up what she drank, but she was a step late. You should Taking a good look at her body, I cut her trachea with a table knife, just in the gap between the two tracheal cartilage rings, but it was only enough for her to live for 2 minutes, and the systemic anaphylactic shock reaction was as fatal as the laryngeal edema."

"Wait, then why did you follow Officer Wright obediently?" Isabella asked.

"I want to know who predicted all this in advance, even the police came just in time," Sherlock recounted calmly, "If Scotland Yard is full of idiots like Wright, it must be a disaster for the British...they have no proof , but wanted to force me to confess, those people not only cut off the surveillance in the interrogation room, but also took away the fat man's access card in my pocket. Everything is so abnormal, so abnormal that you don't need to guess to know that something happened to the fat man."

"By the way, the phone you asked me to keep is on my clothes..."

"Oh, I read it, I finished them while you were still asleep, it didn't mean much to be honest..."

"Sherlock!" Isabella suddenly understood Mycroft's feelings, and she asked in disbelief, "You actually sneaked into my room to look through my things?"

"Correct me, the room you lived in used to belong to Adam Smith, and the fat man asked someone to replace it with brand new furniture and sheets." Sherlock said confidently.

"...What about others?" Isabella tried her best to calm down her anger. It was completely pointless to be angry with Sherlock.

"His girlfriend gave birth and was taken back to Coventry overnight by his parents."

After eating the main meal, she began to enjoy the small cake. It was worthy of being sent by McCoff. This cake shop is definitely his favorite. The cheese is dense and melts in the mouth, no less than the dessert made by the royal chef.Swallowing the cake, Isabella frowned and asked, "Didn't you say it wasn't his child?"

"Not really," Sherlock said suddenly, "the left pocket."

"what?"

"Mobile phone, the remaining things have to be restored by the fat man." Sherlock lay there motionless, instructing the princess of the British Empire to feel no guilt at all.

"..." Isabella put down her fork, "Are you without hands?"

"I'm thinking."

"You think with your hands?"

"Of course it's the brain." Sherlock glanced at Isabella with a strange look. "I'm busy, so come get it. It's in the pocket of the nightgown."

"I'm busy too, can you please be considerate of the poor woman who has been through gunfights, hiding around and keeping vigil?"

Sherlock reluctantly took out the mobile phone from his pocket and threw it to Isabella, and said casually: "Ander was killed by Lancaster Rosen who ordered Marilyn to use a cream cake with cyanide. , in order to kill people, his son squeezed mango juice into Marilyn's glass at Kura Casino."

"Baron Rosen of the cabinet?!" Isabella said in shock.

"You probably can't imagine the relationship between Claire Green and Lancaster Rosen. He is Claire's lover that Stella Munro said."

"...God," Isabella covered her head, the dirty and festering secrets made her stomach sick, she threw down the fork, looked at Sherlock, and asked amusedly, "So you Don't you care about your brother?"

Sherlock's reaction was as if he had eaten a bug, and he retorted loudly: "Ah, I really doubt your eyes... This is a case, it's a job, what does it have to do with that fat man? !"

Isabella smiled, picked up the empty plate and threw it into the sink to rinse it carefully, Sherlock suddenly raised his head, saw her with a teasing smile on her face, irritably rolled up her violet silk pajamas, and turned around angrily. Turn the back of your head to Isabella.

"Remember to tell Fatty in a while, don't put all kinds of goldfish in 221B anymore. If he is making up for John Openshaw's mistakes back then, he can save him."

"A while?" Isabella repeated.

It seemed to be stuck, there was a knock on the door downstairs, and Mrs. Hudson's voice came up vaguely: "Sherlock, someone is looking for you."

"Not for me, Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock muttered.

The footsteps were light and fast, like walking on tiptoe. Isabella saw the tall man appearing at the door on the second floor, and without thinking, this must be McCoff's subordinate.

"Your Highness, the boss asked me to come pick you up." The man stood upright with his hands behind his back respectfully.

Isabella shrugged. If it wasn't for Sherlock's permission, she would have wondered whether McCoff installed a surveillance camera in 221B.

It was another small black car. Isabella sat in the car and looked at the distant scenery outside the window, and asked casually, "Is this road going to the Diogenes Club?"

"Yes, Your Highness." The driving agent replied.

She thought McCoff was going to send her back to Buckingham Palace to continue her grounding.The car stopped, and the agent opened the door for her first, and then thoughtfully took a lady's top hat from the passenger seat and handed it over. Isabella put it on her head and lowered the brim of the hat deliberately.

"Boss still has some things to deal with, please wait in the office for a while." The agent pushed open the door of McCoff's office.

Isabella looked around the spacious living room. Since she first came here, she noticed that the bookshelves on the walls were full of books, covering both literature, history and science, but the books were not arranged according to classification. Here, the colors and sizes of all kinds of books are also messy, which makes her feel obsessive-compulsive disorder, and really wants to arrange them neatly by size.It can be seen that the decoration of the Diogenes Club is more casual and comfortable than the office in Whitehall, so it is no wonder that Mycroft likes to spend his leisure time here.

Just as she was looking around, the door of the office was pushed open, and she looked back, it was not McCaw, but a doctor in a white coat.

To be precise, it should be a psychiatrist. Isabella looked at the person calmly. He held a thick printed material in his hand. She guessed it should be a psychological assessment test.

The author has something to say:

Ah why every time I hit Adam Smith I want to be Adam Smith hahahaha