[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

England is warm and humid at the turn of summer and autumn, and the air is filled with the rich and mellow aroma of coffee beans cooked by Mrs. Hudson. Isabella sits at the dining table and concentrates on typing a document.The foot ban was lifted quickly. As soon as she got the news of the unblocking on her front foot, she came to 221B with her luggage on her back foot.

A full set of glassware was scattered on the dining table, filled with strangely colored liquids. Amid Sherlock's protests, Isabella brushed them aside unceremoniously to create a clean corner. Just enough room for her laptop.

Another comfortable morning, as it has been almost every day for the past two weeks.Of course, occasionally Sherlock will vent his boredom in dissatisfaction-shooting wildly on the wall.From the initial protest to the gradual numbness, Isabella deeply understood the difficulty of McCoff.

Excluding Sherlock, the "destroyer", life in 221B is still very good, and the landlord, Mrs. Hudson, is very kind.For example, now, when she came upstairs with two cups of freshly brewed coffee, Isabella quickly got up and took the cup from the landlady's hand, and took a sip of the hot coffee. Obviously, just smiled and thanked the landlady.

"Oh, you're welcome, it's rare to find a roommate who can get along well with Sherlock, it's really nice of you to move in here," Mrs. Hudson smiled wrinkly, putting another cup of coffee on the table. On the coffee table, "Sherlock! Look at your table, there are dangerous chemicals everywhere, you should clean it up."

Curly hair lying flat on the sofa moved when he heard the words, Sherlock took a deep breath, and said calmly for a while: "Even if the supermarket sale was on sale a few days ago, I don't recommend you to buy light roasted coffee beans, it's too sour. , so, two candies, thank you."

Mrs. Hudson angrily took the cup away. She said: "Sherlock, you shouldn't be picky about a free cup of coffee. If you don't want to drink it, I will take it away. I'm not your butler. "

"Two candies, PLEASE."

"...NOTYOUR HOUSE KEEPER!"

Sherlock was still lying flat in the dead body posture, with his palms folded on his chin, the back of his head seemed to have eyes, and he suddenly said, "It's time."

"What?" Isabella asked.

"There's a tube of liquid in the fridge."

"so what?"

Sherlock said confidently, "I want you to bring it to me."

"I'm busy, what are you doing?"

"think."

Isabella didn't bother to pay attention to him. She opened the task assigned to her by McCoff and began to build her memory palace.After 10 minutes, Sherlock looked up at her, and said in a muffled voice, "Help me carry things, I can teach you this."

"Memory Palace?"

"Of course. If you follow the fat man, he will only train you into a second Wikipedia. In addition to bursting your brain, it will also turn you into a boring person like him. The most important thing is that thinking too much will Bald." He said, shaking the thick curly hair on his head triumphantly.

Isabella thought about Mycroft's precarious hairline, and heeded Sherlock's advice decisively. She stood up and walked around various obstacles on the ground, and opened the refrigerator door.

A dead head was facing her expressionlessly.

Isabella's face turned green, and she recalled the visual impact of Glock piercing through the human body two weeks ago. There seemed to be a faint smell of rust in the air, and she couldn't help lying down by the pool and retching.

"What's wrong with you? Don't worry, it's not the first time you've seen Mr. Manga," Sherlock said suspiciously, he paused strangely, and asked uncertainly, "Pregnancy reaction?"

"I can sue you for defamation, Mr. Holmes." Isabella rolled her eyes and kicked Sherlock angrily.

"Okay, that's the post-traumatic stress response, I know why the fat man made you learn the memory palace," Sherlock sat up from the sofa, "but can you describe to me the process of being shot by the fat man carefully?" ?”

"What are you doing?"

"Of course it is to collect experimental data." Sherlock laughed wrinkledly, gloating.

"No."

Sherlock's expression returned to normal. He curled his lips, took the test tube from Isabella's hand, and sketched and recorded the data on the paper next to him.

Stomach still churning, Isabella went to the window and planned to open it for some air. She saw a man with fiery red hair wandering downstairs, and reminded her aloud, "Sherlock, there seems to be a new client. .”

The client paced back and forth three times at the door of 221B, and finally made up his mind to raise his hand to knock on the door.

"Don't knock, just come up." Sherlock poked his head out of the window, startling the red-haired man.

Jabes Wilson, the client this time, sat on the single sofa in 221B. The moment his short and fat body touched the cushion, the sofa let out a whine.He muttered about the quality of the sofa, with a rather conceited look on his face.

In fact, every client who first came to 221B didn't really believe in Sherlock Holmes' ability, and most of them found this consulting detective only after rushing to the doctor in a hurry.

Sherlock sat on his exclusive seat, staring at Mr. Wilson all the time, "Today is a working day, is your store unattended?"

"Uh!" Mr. Wilson raised his head in surprise, "How do you know?"

"Jabeth Wilson, you have a leather goods store that has been in operation for many years. You have done manual labor for a while, like snuffing, and are a member of the Freemasonry. Ah, by the way, have you written a lot recently?" Sherlock said in a deep voice Without any emotional ups and downs, "Don't look at me with surprised eyes, it's obvious."

"He should have been to China," Isabella added. "He has a tattoo on his wrist - a fish. And he has an ancient Chinese coin on his watch chain."

"Who are you?" Wilson was dumbfounded. "Mr. Holmes, how do you know?"

"Just call me Isabella."

"Your right hand is much larger than your left hand, which means you work with your right hand. You wear a compass-shaped brooch with a curved bow. IMHO this is against the rules of your group. Oh, and your right hand The cuffs are worn smooth, and the elbow of the left sleeve is still patched due to frequent leaning on the table...the stitches are crooked, and you live alone?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, yes..." Mr. Wilson regained his composure from the shock. He pretended not to be surprised at all, and said stiffly, "In this case, Mr. Holmes, you are not very clever."

"Basic deductive method," Sherlock emphasized, "Okay, we can start to describe what happened."

Wilson nodded, and took out a crumpled newspaper from his pocket. He pointed to an advertisement on it and said, "Look, this is what happened."

Sherlock took the newspaper and read it quickly, "The Redheads?"

"As a result of the bequest of the late Ejokia Hopkins, native of Lebanon, Pennsylvania, USA, there is now a vacancy at a salary of one hundred pounds per week, purely nominal. All male members of the Redhead Society, aged 21 and over , in good health, and of sound mind, are eligible to apply. Candidates are kindly requested to apply in person at Duncan Ross, Office of the Redhead Society, 11 Pope's Court, Fleet Street, on Monday at 7:[-] am." Isabella read come out.

"Yes, as you say, Mr. Holmes, I have a leather goods shop near Coburg Square. It is not doing very well, but I can barely get by. In order to share the work for me, I have hired a clerk to help me. I do the day-to-day maintenance of leather goods, and he pays half the wages to learn the trade, which pleases me."

"What's his name?"

"Vincent Spaulding, let me say, with his physique, it's definitely more expensive to be an athlete or a bodyguard or something than to stay with me and polish leather goods day after day, but he seems very I like this job. I work diligently every day. Some leather goods need to be kept away from light. He always volunteers to clean up the leather in the dirty and torn basement full of cobwebs and rat droppings. All in all, he is the best I have ever seen. The smartest guy ever."

"And then?" Isabella couldn't help asking.

"Two weeks ago, he came into my office with this paper and said that if only I had red hair, I would get so much more money every week, it was pie in the sky Good work," said Mr. Wilson, scratching his fiery red hair, "I asked him what was the matter, and he showed me the papers, and said he made a hundred pounds a week, and had an easy job, but they had to be born red The person who sends it will do the work."

"Describe Spaulding's clothing and daily consumption grades." Sherlock said.

"Oh, yes. He's just like a boy in the street. I'm a reclusive person, and I'm not interested in fashion, but Spaulding is strong and tall, and he looks good on any cheap clothes. Not bad."

"That means he is short of money? Since you are so envious of the job of Redhead Society, why are you willing to receive half of your salary?" Isabella keenly grasped this loophole.

"Well, I suppose he's going to learn his trade so he can set up his own shop," said Mr. Wilson.

is that so?Isabella was noncommittal, the business of the leather goods store in the urban area was not very good, even if she learned the craft and worked on her own, how much money could she earn?

"Spaulding went on to tell me that the founder of this red-haired club is an American millionaire named Ejokia Hopkins, who has a weird temper. People with hair have deep feelings. Hopkins was never married, and when he died, he left a will to use the interest of his huge estate to provide redheads with a comfortable job."

"Where did he hear about it? Why don't I know anything?" Isabella glanced at Sherlock who was concentrating on it, and instinctively told her that there must be something wrong with this guy named Spaulding.

"I don't know. He advised me that there are not many red-haired adult men in London, and the conditions are very strict. They must be born with pure fiery red, and they will test it on the spot. Even if they dye their hair, they can't escape Fate to be discovered."

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