[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"When I came to Fleet Street, it was full of people with red hair, boys who had just turned up, and older people in their 70s with red hair mixed with silver, hair color from There are everything from hay yellow to orange and brick red. There are not many people with fiery red hair like me. Spalding said that there must be many people who dye their hair to cheat money. I thought I had a better chance of being picked, so I walked into that office."

"The person in charge of the review is a very imposing red-haired man. His hair color is similar to mine. I look at the candidates before he interviews. He can always pick out the small problems of those candidates and put them Rejected. I was confused and wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Spalding, who pushed me and persuaded me to try."

"It was my turn. The red-haired man seemed to know me very well. He invited me to go to the back room for a private conversation. He looked at my hair for a long time, and then stretched out his hand to carefully fiddle with the roots of my hair to see if I was dyed. hair or wearing a wig."

"He said his name was Duncan Ross. Have you ever heard of this man? He's a member of the Redheads."

"No." Sherlock replied quickly.

"Well, anyway, he was very pleased with my hair color, and immediately hired me for this job."

"What is your daily work content?" Isabella asked.

"Oh... You may think it's strange to say it, and I thought so too at the time. They said that I have to stay in this office from ten o'clock in the morning to two o'clock in the afternoon every day. No matter what I have to do, I am not allowed to leave this building. If you want to, I will be fired immediately. As for what I come here every day, I copy the Encyclopedia Britannica by hand. They provide chairs, tables, and pens and paper."

"Copy by hand? Electronic books are everywhere these days. Why do you have to copy by hand?"

"I don't know. Anyway, when I first went to work, that Mr. Ross was already waiting for me in the office. He asked me to start copying from the letter A. In the first few days, he came to the office from time to time to supervise me. Work. By the end of the day, I had already copied the letter B, and he stopped coming at all, but the money continued to be paid to my card on a weekly basis."

"Until today at noon, I went to work according to the usual time, and suddenly found that the door of that room had been locked. And there was a small card on the door, which said: The Red Hair Club has been disbanded, hereby."

"Oh...that's interesting," Sherlock raised his legs and rested his hands on his chin, "so you went around and asked about this Duncan Rosen, didn't you?"

"You guessed right. I asked offices one by one, and none of them knew this Duncan Rosen. In the end, I had no choice but to go to the landlord. He said that he had never heard of any redheads, and he didn't know Duncan Rosen, but He told me that there was a red-haired man who rented his house. The man named William Morris, a lawyer, rented the house temporarily because his office was not finished. As for the new office of this Mr. Morris The address is at 17 King Edward Street, I rushed over immediately, but it was a pity."

Isabella listened intently, "Now you don't know the whereabouts of Mr. Morris at all?"

"Yes, that's why I came to seek help from Sherlock Holmes. Mr. Holmes, can you help me?" Mr. Wilson looked at Sherlock and said anxiously.

"Talk about this Vincent Spaulding, when did he apply for your job?" Sherlock asked.

"About two weeks ago."

"Is he still working with you now?"

"Yes."

Sherlock stopped talking again, he stood up suddenly, and lay down on the sofa leisurely under Wilson's searching gaze.

Wilson didn't understand what he meant, and asked tentatively, "Um, Mr. Holmes?"

"Sherlock is thinking... Well, Mr. Wilson, we will call you if there is any progress." Isabella explained for Sherlock.

"Well, I hope it's quick, it's about a hundred pounds a week," muttered Mr. Wilson, and he took out a business card that smelled of leather oil from his pocket. It's my phone."

After seeing off Jabes Wilson, Isabella sat back in front of her computer. Whenever Sherlock was lost in thought, the people around him should keep their mouths shut.It's just that she couldn't bear it anymore, because the content of the news pushed today shocked her greatly.

"My God! Paolo Riuzzo was involved in the murder of a roommate."

"Who?" Sherlock asked aloud.

"Princess Beatrice's boyfriend."

"Oh." He responded boredly.

Isabella read the content of the news: "At that time, Paul had a quarrel with a student, and the 19-year-old classmate Jonathan Duchatrier stepped forward to persuade him out of good intentions. Unexpectedly, Paul and others turned their anger on Duchat Lille. As a result, Duchatriel was beaten and died suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage. In the end, the court decided to sentence Paul to 3 years of probation and ordered him to do 100 hours of community service in the local hospital."

"BORING." Sherlock said impatiently.

When she first met Paul Riuzzo, she felt that he must have violent tendencies, but she didn't expect him to be involved in a murder case.

Isabella closed the computer, and she glanced at Sherlock, whose arm was covered with nicotine patches, and silently set the computer password to random garbled characters.

"I'm not interested in the documents in your computer. Economics knowledge with no nutritional value will hinder the speed of my brain." Sherlock rolled up his sleeves, looking excited, "Oh, you want to go out? where?"

"Necessary social activities." Isabella smirked.

"Another boring party at your weird club."

"It's not boring. Wouldn't it be nice to have some fun in this boring world? It's like the nicotine patch on your arm," Isabella put on her short coat, and the phone in her pocket vibrated a few times. She looked Glancing at the text message, "...couldn't it be such a coincidence that Her Majesty's attendance at the [-]th anniversary of the King George VI Daytime Memorial Hall next month will be arranged on the same day as the school's High Table Dinner?"

"Boring gatherings, noisy discussions. I really don't know what value this kind of goldfish banquet has besides showing off their meager brain capacity."

"Why did you say the same thing as Mycroft?" Isabella was speechless. It was decided two months ago that she accompanied Her Majesty the Queen to attend the [-]th anniversary event of the memorial hall. She must not be able to participate. The high table dinner is coming, "Then I have to tell Isaac..."

With her back turned to her, Sherlock heard the sound of Isabella turning over her bag and the crisp sound of her round-toed low-heeled shoes stepping on the stairs gradually going away. 221B fell into silence again. I don't know how long it took, the sun slowly moved westward, and the dazzling sunlight fell into his radiant eyes. Sherlock squinted his eyes and sat up. At the same time, there was a gentle leather buckle on the wooden stairs of 221B. The black umbrella tapped the ground lightly, and Sherlock Holmes walked up the last step. Sherlock was bathed in the golden sunlight, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Mycroft elegantly leaned on a small black umbrella and came uninvited. He walked to the single sofa and paused, "Oh, the last gentleman sitting here must be a cobbler."

"Why are you here?" Sherlock said disgustedly, "You can ask your nutritionist to suspend work. You have already taken in too many calories in the name of injury, and you have gained at least three pounds."

"It's two pounds." Mycroft said reservedly. He looked around and finally chose to sit down slowly on the clean single sofa on the other side.

Sherlock curled his lips. He stared closely at Mycroft's dull gray-blue eyes. The two brothers competed in the air. What's the matter.Mycroft's face remained the same, and Sherlock's face gradually turned from disgust to anger. He couldn't help asking, "You won't come here again to tell me not to meddle in the case of the Redheads, will you?"

"I'm sorry, I want to tell you—yes." Mycroft's tone was perfunctory, without a trace of apology.

"Huh?" Sherlock asked sharply, "Excellent! Was it your agent again?"

"No," Mycroft lowered his head and crushed the tip of the umbrella, "This matter has nothing to do with you."

Ignoring his warning, Sherlock, who was in a bad mood, leaned back in his chair. He raised his legs and his eyes were burning. His eyes stayed on Mycroft's emerald tie for a moment, "You never wear a green tie, because that You look stupid..."

"I've done it before."

"No," Sherlock seemed to have discovered a new world, and he suddenly realized, "Oh...you like green very much recently, don't you?"

"I don't have a color I hate."

"Emerald green, as beautiful as eyes." Sherlock was the first to discover the little secret hidden deep in his brother's heart, which may not even be realized by himself, with a meaningful smile on his face.

Mycroft asked inexplicably, "What are you talking about?"

"Caring is not an advantage, Mycroft," Sherlock reminded his brother.

"Of course, feelings are a human defect."

"But you are not sensible enough now, Mydearbrother," Sherlock curled up one corner of his lips, "Although you are in charge of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, there is no need to block all foreign princes' ball invitations for Isabella, right?"

Mycroft raised his chin and said arrogantly: "That's because I made a deal with Isabella. We just get what we need."

"Really? Then why did you block all invitations of the opposite sex for her, not just the royal family?"

"for example?"

"Isaac."

"Who's Isaac?"

"Who knows, it's not Newton anyway."

"..."

Mycroft frowned deeply. Subconsciously, he obeyed his heart, used his duty as an excuse, and used the transaction as a cover to do some things beyond the rules.Having been nakedly dissected by Sherlock to reveal his sincerity wrapped in layers, Mycroft's proud sanity was in jeopardy. He took a deep breath, and changed from a casual reclining posture to a tense forward leaning posture, although his face was cold , but his tense body exposed his restless heart.

It was he who arranged the anniversary event of Her Majesty's Remembrance Day and intentionally collided with Cambridge University's High Table Dinner. He just didn't want to see Isaac Hall and Isabella attend the banquet together. McCoff made excuses for himself, It was Isabella herself who asked him to fend off those annoying suitors, and he just lifted a finger.

"The attack has made you indecisive, brothermine. Dangerous or irritating situations can promote mutual affection. It's time for you to examine your own heart."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he looked at Mycroft's faintly twitching cheeks with satisfaction. He was a professional on the way to make things difficult for his brother.

"Sherlock, you're wrong." Mycroft tightened the little black umbrella in his hand, stood up abruptly, and said condescendingly, "Madam Green is in charge of Her Majesty's travel schedule, and I have no right to ask about it. "

Sherlock shrugged, he didn't care but his attitude of not listening to explanations made Mycroft's blood pressure rise, he helped his forehead, turned his head and left with his little black umbrella.Upstairs, Sherlock was in a good mood because he pissed off his brother, and for the first time, he didn't play the famous violin piece - "Send the Plague God".

McCoff stood at the gate of 221B, and his driver quietly parked on the side of the road waiting for him. McCoff looked up at the blue sky in the distance, and the stretched clouds were like fluffy cotton candy. He opened the door and prepared to get in the car. In a daze, he was in the memory palace, surrounded by warm and delicate red roses, spreading from the skyline to his feet, the dark red at first glance was overwhelming, and the fragrance of roses rushed towards him. drilled in the nose.

Only McCoff knew that for a moment, the room where he specially stored information about "Isabella Mountbatten Windsor" collapsed.

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