[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"If you had insisted on not riding in your friend's car, you could have gotten away with it."

Isabella had just walked up the stairs of 221B. For the first time, Sherlock did not lie on his exclusive sofa to meditate. He was wearing a slim suit and sat in the center of the sofa. Seeing her come back, Sherlock put down the coffee in his hand Cup raised his eyes and glanced lightly, and within five seconds he deduced what happened to Isabella outside just now.

"Are the bruises on my hands that obvious?" She put down her bag and raised her hand to examine it carefully under the light. Carol braked sharply, and she subconsciously blocked it with the back of her hand. It hit the frame hard, The entire skin on the back of the hand was burning and painful.

"The medicine chest is on the dining table."

"Thank you," she struggled to find a small medicine box from the chemical glassware on the table, opened it, and found tweezers, scalpels, scalpels, suture needles... Isabella closed the lid expressionlessly , "I shouldn't have expected it...by the way, did you go out today?"

"Where?"

"Of course it's the Redheads. Can you resist going there?"

Thinking of Mycroft intervening in his case again, Sherlock turned his head unhappily and muttered: "Tomorrow."

Isabella shrugged. She went to the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water made the bruises on the back of her hands more red and swollen. Recently, school exams came one after another. Before going to bed, Isabella prayed that she would The hand can quickly return to its original shape.

Early the next morning, while she was still asleep, she vaguely heard a loud knock on the door. Isabella angrily covered the quilt over her head and buried herself in the pillow. Not only did the knock on the door not stop Seeing that she didn't respond, she intensified it instead.

"Isabella? Get up quickly! We have to go to Sax-Coburg Square."

"..."

"Oh come on, don't you want to know what happens to redheads?"

"..."

"Isabella?"

"My God! Little Mr. Holmes, do you know what time it is? I really hope that disturbing lucid dreams will be written into the law! This is worth three years in prison." Isabella's voice came through The quilt came out muffled, and even through a door, one could hear the anger in her tone. If it wasn't for her good manners, she would really be cursing.

Sherlock felt no guilt about disturbing people to bed early in the morning. He continued to knock on the door rhythmically, this time the rhythm had been changed to Morse code, and he said seriously: "If you want, you can talk to death." Let the fat man give some advice..."

"No, Sherlock, can't you be quiet for a while?"

There was a momentary silence outside the door, and Isabella breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to fall asleep, there was another tentative knock on the door. Sherlock's low voice paused suspiciously, "Ummmm...you Are you really not going?"

"NO!"

After dismissing the annoying Sherlock, Isabella lost all sleepiness. She simply closed her eyes and reviewed the memory palace method. Following the teaching steps of Mycroft, she built the appearance of Kensington Palace in her mind bit by bit. In the beginning, she only owned the statue at the entrance and the garden. Later, as she got more proficient, the foyer and the reception room gradually had a general framework, but her memory palace was not coherent when viewed closely, and the storage of memory was also somewhat sluggish.

She was in the entrance hall of the palace, raising her hand to gently stroke the hanging paintings on the wall. At the same time, a small piece of memory emerged out of thin air, and it shone with a quiet and serene blue light.

"Jingle Bell……"

Isabella was awakened from her contemplation by the ringing of the phone. It was a call from Alston Hill. She cleared her throat and asked, "Hello?"

"Isabella?" Alston's voice was a little anxious, "I heard from Carol that she almost caused a catastrophe. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm fine."

"That's good," he breathed a sigh of relief, "By the way, didn't you receive the text message I sent a few days ago?"

"Uh, no, my inbox is empty, what can you do?"

"Well... Thanks to your help a few days ago, I want to ask if you are free at noon? We can have lunch together."

Isabella smiled and said, "You should thank Mr. Holmes, not me."

"..." There was silence on the phone for a while, and he said helplessly, "I'm afraid I can't calmly dine with Mr. Holmes."

Isabella agreed with the comparison. She understood Auston's Mycroft phobia very well. From childhood to youth, Mycroft was simply his nemesis.In the end, she agreed to Alston's invitation. It was still early, and Isabella reviewed her homework for a while. She read almost all the tomes that others took a semester to read in less than a week. .

Autumn in London is not as crisp and crisp as other cities like crisp pears, but at least it has inherited the sweetness and juiciness of crisp pears—London’s autumn is rainy, and the weather was cloudy and breezy a few minutes ago , In the blink of an eye, there were showers of rain.

The girl in a chamomile yellow dress is holding a vintage Scotch long-handled umbrella. Isabella's straight back and involuntary reserved and elegant aura make her stand out from the crowd in a hurry to get off work. The British with umbrellas Quite a few, but there are not many people like her who forcibly hold up ordinary umbrellas to look extravagant.She walked slowly through the streets of London, her patent leather boots carefully avoiding puddles, and not a drop of water splashed on the calfskin shoes along the way.

When they arrived at the restaurant Alston had ordered, Isabella put away the umbrella to collect the drops of water, and handed it to the waiter.Auston had been waiting for a long time, he stood up and said, "If I knew you were coming, I would have picked you up."

"I want to go." Isabella smiled and sat down.

"It seems like we haven't seen each other for a long time," Alston wanted to order in advance, picked up the menu and looked at it for a while before realizing that he didn't know Isabella well, and didn't know her preferences.He handed over the menu, "What do you like to eat?"

"Oh, whatever you want."

Oston gave the waiter a few words in a low voice. After a while, all kinds of exquisite meals filled the table. Isabella felt her stomach hurt when she saw the dishes that were exactly the same as the royal dinner, especially the one that was airlifted from Norway. The fresh sea fish that came, she could feel a fishy and salty taste in her mouth just by looking at it.

"I read the report in the Sun newspaper a few days ago, and they said..." Alston hesitated to speak.

Isabella said nonchalantly: "It's nothing, it's just scribbling. I really want to thank Carol, she helped me a lot."

"Oh, that's what it should be..." Alston considered his words, his eyes dodged a little, as if he had something to say.

Isabella stopped the knife and fork in her hand, and swept Alston from top to bottom. She crossed her hands in silence for a few seconds, and said firmly: "You have something to tell me, and you are hesitant. This matter makes you very unsure... Let me see, you have a new bow tie, and there are still pressure marks from the packaging bag on it, which is not obvious, indicating that the person who ironed your clothes was absent-minded; I have doubled the usual amount of hair gel; I have been busy with work recently, and I have not slept well for several days. The dark circles under your eyes are not covered perfectly. The concealer color you choose does not match your skin tone. I suggest you change it One, you are obviously busy at work, but you have been dressing up for a long time, so what are you going to say..."

"He wants to confess his love today." An indifferent voice suddenly sounded, and Auston almost choked on his saliva.

"Cough cough..."

"Sherlock?! Why are you here?" Isabella said in surprise, and she didn't know whether she was surprised by Sherlock's sudden appearance, or shocked by Auston's unexpected showdown.

"So the reason why you don't investigate the case is because you want to date him?" Sherlock frowned slightly. He was happy to add trouble to the fat man, but only if it didn't affect his enjoyment of investigating the case. Staying up late, addicted to clubbing, has a history of alcoholism, has recently been to Berlin, Germany, has good living conditions, and is engaged in energy and coal business...Combined with your circle of friends, is Oston Hill?"

"God..." Auston was dumbfounded, "Isabella, you are surrounded by such..."

"Sherlock Holmes, you have seen it before." Isabella said with a headache.

"Meet it?" Sherlock tried hard to search the hard drive of his brain, denying, "I'm sure this is the first time we met."

"Uh, when we met last time, you were still in the state of... an addict..." Alston remembered that the curly-haired man with a displeased face in front of him was Mr. Holmes' younger brother, and he was indeed as difficult to deal with as Mr. Holmes.

Sherlock didn't want to talk about his dark history, his face darkened a bit, and he said in an unquestionable tone: "The case of the Redhead Society is much more interesting than you sitting here eating and talking about some unnutritious topics, Isabel Hey, you're looking more and more like a goldfish, and only goldfish need this kind of boring social interaction."

"I'm not a goldfish," she was speechless, "Sherlock, you're so rude."

"Comeon," Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, and said coldly, "I'm sure you're not interested in what he said next, so I'll give you a chance to choose, do you want to investigate the case with me?"

Auston touched his nose in embarrassment, and whispered, "It's okay, Isabella, if you have something to do, go first..."

Thinking of what Sherlock said, Isabella couldn't help avoiding Auston's eyes. What's more embarrassing than being confessed by a friend who has always been a brother?She seemed to feel that not responding was the greatest respect for each other. Sherlock waited patiently for a while. Isabella said sorry in a low voice. She didn't dare to look at Auston's face again, and followed Sherlock out. Dining room.

The rain stopped outside, and the air after the rain was fresh and pleasant. It was like eating a cool jelly when she inhaled it into her lungs. She let out a long breath and left the suffocating scene just behind her mind.The two turned around the intersection, and she realized that the restaurant was so close to Mr. Wilson's leather goods store. It seemed that Sherlock hadn't followed her. Standing at the intersection of Sax-Koberg Square, she could just see the window of the restaurant. Orston hadn't left yet, he put his face in one hand and sighed deeply.

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