[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The doctor smiled kindly at Isabella. It should be that McCoff told the top secret of the trip, so when he saw Isabella, he was calm and not surprised at all, as if she was a An ordinary patient.The doctor avoided addressing Isabella directly, instead using the common title of "Ms."

Isabella took over a thick volume of psychological evaluation form, and she flipped through a few pages, knowing that McCoff was worried about the post-traumatic stress disorder caused by the shooting丨murder, but... this questionnaire she You can answer normally with your eyes closed.

"Have you had recurring disturbing dreams from a stressful event in the past?

Do you get jittery when something reminds you of a stressful past experience?

Did you avoid thinking about or talking about or feeling associated with that stressful past event?

Are you hyper alert or alert?Difficulty falling asleep or waking up easily?

... "

There are 120 questions in total, and there are even some incomprehensible graphic questions. Isabella always avoids dangerous options and scribbles. After 10 minutes, she returns the questionnaire to the doctor with a smile on her face. The final score of the questionnaire must be within the safe and normal range.

The sunlight outside the window pours on the wooden floor through the tulle curtains. The thin silk gauze is dotted with white hollow embroidery. They are projected onto the ground by the sunlight, like jumping musical notes. The gaps between the wooden floors are Staves.

The doctor took away her assessment report and left Mycroft's office without a sound. The sound insulation in this room is so good that Isabella feels that the whole world has fallen into a dead silence. Of course, it is more likely to be outside. Because the "big shots" who play a big role have to keep quiet and silent all the time.

The summer in London is coming to an end, and the warm sunlight in the early autumn afternoon falls softly on her face through the window screen. Isabella narrows her eyes lazily, like a cat. It is soft and spacious. I don't know how long it will take for him to finish his work. Isabella rubbed her still aching head and leaned on the armrest of the sofa to take a nap for a while.

For Isabella, it seemed that only 10 minutes had passed since she closed her eyes and woke up in a daze. Just woke up in the misty Mizusawa.

The man at the desk was only wearing a shirt and a suit vest, and his emerald silver-pressed tie was ironed just right. McCaw looked much better than two days ago. His right arm still couldn’t move. McCaw With the Parker pen in his left hand, the husband signed the document at the same speed as before.Seeing that she was awake, the man raised his head and picked up a stack of documents beside his hand.

Isabella sat up straight and found that she was covered with Mycroft's blazer.She smiled shyly and returned the clothes to him.

Mycroft nodded inconspicuously, flipped through a few pages of documents, and pressed his tongue against his back teeth. His expression was both helpless and calm as expected, "The psychological evaluation is all normal. Most Brits living under stress are still healthy."

"I'm fine." Isabella touched her nose.

"Really?" He was noncommittal. Isabella thought that McCoff had arranged this psychological evaluation out of duty. Her intentions were obvious. The two took what they needed. A good assessment report on the mental health, you can use it to cross.

Isabella kept a vague smile on her lips, until she saw from McCoff's frown that he seemed to be really worried about her from the bottom of his heart.She gradually restrained her smile. Could this be the concern from the head of the secret service?Looking at Mycroft's serious face, Isabella bowed her head guiltily, and said dryly, "Uh...how about I do it again?"

"It's not necessary," Mycroft sighed, "Do you know how long it takes for MI6 agents to recover mentally for their first mission?"

She tentatively replied: "Three days?"

"At least five days. Not everyone is born cold-blooded. In the face of the passing of life, no matter how hard-hearted a person is, he will not be able to stand the condemnation of his conscience. This is still under the premise of the intervention of a psychiatrist."

"Well……"

Mycroft took a deep breath. He didn't miss Isabella's green eyes. She suffered from nightmares and her sleep quality was not high. Mycroft's brain automatically extracted this information for him. He put down the report and said, "Normal The psychological intervention of the above has no effect on you, I think we should use another method, such as - the memory palace method."

"Memory Palace?" Isabella repeated. "The one invented by the ancient Greek poet Simonides?"

"Yes, it's a way of remembering, a mind map, where you draw places on the map, not necessarily real places, and store your memories there, theoretically, so you won't forget anything, just find the right place The memory can be retrieved through the way, so this kind of ideational place can be any place, such as a house, a street, and of course a palace," Mycroft said slowly, "This is a method of memory that never forgets. But it can also help you delete, block out painful memories that you don't want to recall."

"Just like Sherlock, regularly clearing his hard drive?" Isabella joked.

"Sherlock never memorizes some common sense things..." Mycroft said, "Okay, now you need to set up a palace and remember where the items in it are placed."

"Okay." Isabella obediently closed her eyes and said.

"Now, go forward, what do you see?" Mycroft's voice sounded low and soft.

"Gardens, pool and Queen Victoria statue."

McCoff paused. He knew where it was. The "palace" Isabella chose was Kensington Palace, where Princess Diana and Prince Charles had been living alone since their separation. "Go ahead, you What did you see?"

"Red walls, a door, and inside there are chandeliers, stairs, and two side doors. The surrounding walls are covered with vintage oil paintings..."

"Very well, use these facilities as location piles," Mycroft pulled out a document and gave her, "Extract the key words on it, and use association and picture memory methods to memorize them in order on the locations you just mentioned .I'll check in 10 minutes."

This is an outline of the British Empire's security meeting in July. It can be seen that this is only a draft, and its confidentiality is very low.The document is not long, but the most difficult thing is that this document is full of awkward and lengthy proper nouns.

Isabella glanced at the document, closed her eyes, and the appearance of Kensington Palace appeared in her mind, as if she was outside the palace. Isabella touched the pool lightly, and tied the first key word in On that, and then the statue of the queen, the wall, the gate...

"Okay, time is up." Mycroft took the document away, motioning Isabella to repeat the content on it.

She clearly and quickly recounted the content of the document, word for word, and he said with relief, "Very good, I will give you homework one after another in the next few days to exercise your memory ability."

"Okay..." Isabella pursed her mouth, "Listen to your teaching, Mr. Holmes."

Seeing her awkward expression, Mycroft couldn't help laughing, but his cold and reserved face did not show, and he still had an iceberg face. He continued: "When you use it proficiently, you can stuff your memory into it like a book. In the bookshelf, you can also temporarily shrink the bad memories you don’t want to remember into the empty rooms of your memory palace. Of course, you can also just throw them into the wastebasket and completely empty them.”

Isabella suddenly remembered something, and she couldn't help asking: "So, is the order of the bookshelves in your office the memory order of the Memory Palace?"

McCoff smiled meaningfully, and did not directly answer the question, "You can only be considered as recovered when you let go of that matter completely."

"Okay, I'll try."

"Also, I can tell your friend that his goods at the customs have been released."

Isabella raised her head abruptly, just about to say that she hadn't told him about Alston Hill yet, how did he know, but after thinking about it, that was Holmes Mycroft, and it should be said that there is something in this world that he doesn't like. What do you know?

"Thank you, Miss Hill, for the medicine," he smiled slightly, "the timely help."

"I'll tell him..." Isabella was reminded by him, and she took out Marilyn Black's cell phone from her pocket and handed it over. "Sherlock asked me to bring it to you. Some records in it may need technical recovery."

"Oh... Sherlock," Mycroft raised his eyebrows, he casually flipped through the registration form on his phone, "I hope there will be our dear Baron Rosen using a foreign trade company to cover up smuggled arms丨evidence of."

"...What happened during the two days I was in a coma?" Isabella said blankly.

"In short, Marilyn Blake was Lancaster Rosen's pawn in the House of Commons. He took advantage of Marilyn's penchant for gambling and blackmailed her into tampering with her boyfriend, Andre, an accountant at Calta. Marilyn owes 300 million pounds to Cura Casino, and the largest shareholder of the casino is Lancaster Rosen. Rosen smuggled arms from the United States to London through Calta Company, which is mainly engaged in toy foreign trade. Customs The person in charge is his son, and he only needs to change the account numbers to make it unimpeded," McCoff paused, and then continued, "Their method sounds incredible, but in the hands of Green Under the cover of Madam, no one dared to investigate this matter, until I started to investigate three months ago, Lancaster Rosen was eager to destroy the corpses, so he killed them all."

"It also caused your attack?"

"Yes, the case is too big. They would rather take the risk. Unfortunately, they can only get rid of Lancaster Rosen this time. Claire Green looks on coldly. She hardly asks these things personally. We have no evidence to convict her."

"Sherlock said they were lovers... I never thought that Baron Rosen's lover in London was Mrs. Green..." Isabella sighed, "It would be nice to be able to pull Baron Rosen off his horse, at least cut off Claire Green gave her a big boost and hurt her vitality."

"Their forces are deeply rooted, and it took me a lot of time to deal with these issues," Mycroft put away his phone and said, "I have to trouble you to continue living in 221B these days, haven't you read the news yet? Claire Green revealed Send a message to The Sun, saying that your private residence in Westminster violated the stay-at-home order and secretly held a marijuana party."

"What?" Isabella opened her mouth wide and asked in shock, "My phone is out of battery!" What is this?Mrs. Green's countermeasure?But her reputation was bad enough that she didn't care.I just hope grandma won't be so angry with her.

"I hastened to transfer and sell the house under your name. Miss Caroline agreed to take it into her own name, and I will guarantee that you are still grounded in Buckingham Palace. The news of the "Sun" was dismissed as nonsense Don't worry, Her Majesty has no doubts. When the matter is over, I will propose to Her Majesty to lift your confinement order. During this time, you will live in 221B. If you need anything, please tell me. Please help me if possible. Take care of Sherlock."

"Wait, then why don't I buy another house to live in?!" Just kidding, she doesn't want to be treated like Sherlock, living on a street full of cameras and agents!She even suspected that MI6 agents would dig through the trash can in 221B just to supervise Sherlock not to take drugs anymore.

"That's not safe, Isabella," Mycroft said with a frown. "Claire Green's power hasn't been cleared. Even if she dares not openly attack you, it's hard to guarantee that she will trip you up."

"..." Isabella tried hard to restrain herself, "How can I confirm that 221B is safe? Have you caught all the traitors?"

"Sherlock's speed is very fast. I received the list the moment I set off from your private residence and returned to Whitehall."

As expected, Sherlock was duplicity. He was obviously worried about his brother. It is not uncommon for Sherlock to take the initiative to help McCoff solve problems without waiting for McCoff to order and intimidate him to investigate the case again and again.

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