[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The light reflects dazzling brilliance on the gold-encrusted mask. The female guest holds a pure black card between her fingertips. She gently shakes the ID card in front of the card reader at the door. The waiter's respectful attitude is as formulaic as a robot. , the arc of the smile on his lips is just right, and even the tone of his welcome words is exactly the same every time.

The golden mask engraved with vines and butterflies was hard and cold. Isabella stretched her hand to caress the corners of the upper mask's lips, where two symmetrical rubies were inlaid.She rarely attends rose parties in a mask, and she is confident in her makeup skills.But wearing a mask has the benefit of hiding her identity as the club's founder.

It’s not too early for her to come. The Anola Bar has already accommodated a lot of members. Noh masks, Chinese facial masks, and even funny doll masks.It seems that the heirs of this group of merchant giants who control the lifeline of the British and even the world's economy are cautious and sensitive about protecting their identities.

Isabella looked around, and quickly walked towards the woman sitting alone at the bar. The man was wearing an exaggerated full-face mask inlaid with pearls and gemstones, and was drinking a glass of red wine by herself.

"Carol?" Isabella sat beside her and asked.

"You are?" the woman asked warily.

"Rosie."

"Oh my God..." Carol held her forehead, "How did you recognize me? I changed my earrings, dyed my hair this time, and used a less popular perfume."

"Your nail polish." Isabella tapped the table with her fingertips.

"Okay," Carol said helplessly, "I don't know what you were doing... But thank you very much for solving that shipment that was stuck at customs. Really, that helped me a lot. My brother said to I invite you to dinner, have you been invited?"

"No," Isabella shook her head doubtfully, she said with a smile, "No, I just want to thank you, thanks to you changing the house to your name in time, otherwise I'm afraid I'm still here now I can't say anything about customs, you should thank Mr. Holmes."

"Mr. Holmes?" Carol repeated, "Oh, it is true that he contacted me to change the ownership of the house. Was the matter before that... related to him?"

"Hush," Isabella raised her index finger to the lips of the mask, "I can't say any more."

"Okay..." Carol nodded, and she half-jokingly said, "I know where my brother's fear of this gentleman came from, and I was shocked when I received his call. Mr. Holmes seems to be able to read people's hearts, he puts people under a microscope and dissects your past clearly. It's not easy to be controlled by him."

Before Isabella answered the call, a man wearing a retro pure black half mask came to the bar and sat next to Carol. Isabella stopped the topic in time, and she chatted with Carol about unhealthy things Stock market ups and downs and new economic policies, while listening to the man gossip about Princess Beatrice and Paolo Riuzzo with his companion.

"Have you heard? That noble son from the United States turned out to be a murderer..."

"That's what the news says, but you know, they always like to exaggerate the truth. By the way, did they break up?"

"I don't know, but..." The man lowered his voice mysteriously. Isabella couldn't hear it clearly, but only heard a few words, some clues, and photos.

"I bought a new car, do you want to go for a drive?" Carol suddenly asked, she turned the car key, and Isabella recognized that it was the latest Ferrari sports car.

The two walked out of Anola's bar one after the other, and when they arrived at the parking lot to confirm that there was no one around, they took off their masks. Isabella couldn't help admiring: "It's beautiful, I didn't expect you to buy a pink car. "

"Oh, it's the color recommended by my boyfriend," Carol smiled sweetly, "Is it suitable for me?"

"Uh, is that the actor?"

"No, this time it's a reporter," Carol stepped on the accelerator, and the low roar of the sports car's engine sounded like the roar of a giant beast. She shouted loudly, "His name is Neville St. Clair, have you heard about it?" See what he writes? He's published in The Guardian."

"Probably not..." The whistling wind came from Isabella's ears. No matter how gentle the evening wind was, it couldn't stop the driver's speed, which was almost to the bottom. The wind messed up her hair, like seaweed floating in the water, baring its teeth and claws. Flying, "I remember that actor's play was not bad last time."

"But he's too boring. He lives in the world of drama, and his mind is full of wild ideas. I can't stand it," Carol coughed lightly, pretending to glance at Isabella casually, and asked, "What about you?" ? I really don't know what kind of person you would like."

Isabella thought about it seriously, and said firmly, "Loyalty."

Yes, my brother barely stepped aside.Carol comforted herself. Although Oston Hill had all kinds of Yingyan around him, he had never been serious about anyone.

"Well, the second thing is, don't get mad when I see through their secrets," Isabella said with a smile, "To be honest, there are many people who can't do this alone."

"why?"

"Oh...for example, the Prince of Monaco came to England a long time ago, from my sisters to me, he deliberately pretended to be courteous, but in fact it was to cover up the fact that he was gay," Isabella said. Shrugging his shoulders, he said calmly, "So I exposed him on the spot, and even said he was the one below."

"..."

"It's so funny that he's so angry that he can't hold back the aggrieved look, so I said don't try to hide anything in front of me," Isabella added, "And the third point, you have to be smart. People. That's important, and I don't want to waste my time."

Carol sighed from the bottom of her heart, the third route directly blocked her brother's way, she should persuade Auston to give up his idea as soon as possible.

The street lamps are connected in a line, like a bright ribbon, which makes the stars in the sky dim. The moon climbs up the night quietly, and the cool evening wind washes the soft autumn night.The bright lights of the ships on the Thames are flickering. Some of them are clustered together, and the outline of the ship can be vaguely seen, and some are scattered. Only one light accompanies the lonely night traveler.Looking at the distant street scene, Isabella felt that the night in London was so cold for the first time.

"Are you going back to Buckingham Palace?"

"No, I'm going to 221B Baker Street," Isabella came back to her senses, "Where do I live temporarily."

"I heard there is a famous detective in 221B, isn't it?"

"Yes, he is Mr. Holmes' younger brother—Sherlock Holmes."

Carol was very surprised, "Uh, what about you?"

"Mr. Holmes is worried about my personal safety. You know, it will be more convenient for Baker Street to be full of his people."

"I see," Carol turned her head and said, "London is really not very peaceful recently... Oh!"

She was turning too fast, and the car half-drifted out of the side door and hit the traffic light directly. The accident happened so fast that Isabella didn't even react. The seat belt tightly strangled her waist, and she just hit her shoulder After a while, she quickly recovered from a brief absence. She hurried to help Carol, who had half of her body hit the car door, and asked anxiously, "How are you? Are you okay?"

"...I'm fine." Carol was terrified, she forced a smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention to the road just now, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Carol unbuckled her seat belt, got out of the car, looked at it, and said angrily, "The car can be returned to the factory for warranty, but the street light is smashed, I have to pay the fine tomorrow."

"Hmm..." Isabella rubbed her temples with a headache, "I have a hunch that Mr. Holmes' accountability call is about to come again."

"...that's really unfortunate," Carol said sympathetically. She got into the car and started the engine. This time she was a lot more cautious, and the speed of the car fell within the allowable range of road traffic. "Let's take you back to 221B first. .”

When the new pink Ferrari drove into Baker Street, Isabella keenly noticed that the curtains of the closed cake shop on the corner were suddenly opened a small crack, and the couple walking their dogs at night slowed down. , Kiss me and my movements also decreased, and several pairs of eyes focused on her.

Isabella began to regret agreeing to Mycroft's proposal to move into 221B, and Sherlock's highest-level surveillance treatment was too much for her.

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