[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Sherlock only came back to 221B the next afternoon. At that time, Isabella had just finished lunch with Mrs. Hudson. She held a small cup of hot milk and watched Sherlock coldly close the door. Suddenly, his expression was agitated, as if he had taken medicine, he clenched his fists and jumped half a step on the spot, muttering: "Oh, yes!"

"..." Isabella took a big sip of milk expressionlessly.

"Is there a new case, Sherlock? See how happy you are." Mrs. Hudson asked.

"Oh, of course, after our high-flying national security agencies have made people monkeys, no matter what the case looks like... ummm," he weighed his words, "it's all so exciting, which is better than nicotine. It works better for me."

"It seems that Inspector Lestrade has arranged a new toy for you, at least it satisfies your restlessness that has no place to rest." Isabella joked.

"London that is full of dangers, a large amount of explosives that have disappeared, and only half a car rut left on the scene...it's amazing!" Sherlock said, turning in a circle, he suddenly stepped forward and briefly hugged Mrs. Hudson looked confused.

"...I don't think there's anything good about it, it's dynamite." Mrs. Hudson said with a frown.

"Don't worry, whether it's explosive or missing, Sherlock can handle it well."

"No, the latter is the specialty of fat people." He retorted.

"Okay, I see. By the way, have you read today's news? The big bank robbery." Isabella turned on the phone and read, "...the city and suburban bank near Sax-Korburg Square The Coburg branch was attacked last night by thugs who stole £500m and a number of gold bars through secret passages."

"Hmph, it's in line with their style to steal property as a cover," Sherlock said with a sullen face when he brought up the case of the Redheads, and seemed to have a lot of resentment for "staying overnight" at Scotland Yard last night, but his tone was no longer the same as yesterday He was so resentful at the time, even with a hint of gloating, "Let's wait and see, someone is going to be unlucky, I didn't have any hope for the IQ of those stupid goldfish from the beginning."

"What's wrong?" Isabella asked.

"Stop, young people, I'm getting more and more incomprehensible about what you're talking about..." Mrs. Hudson muttered.

"You should go and see what's stewed on the stove. I seem to smell it..." Sherlock sniffed hard, "It smells like mush. Friendly reminder, when milk is boiled, lactose will caramelize and produce carcinogens, and calcium element will also Sedimentation occurs, which reduces the nutritional value of the milk."

"Oh, my milk!" Mrs. Hudson hurried to the kitchen.

Only then did Sherlock answer Isabella's question. He raised his eyebrows and said unhurriedly: "In the early morning, Scotland Yard received a strange call from a citizen who lives near Sax-Coburg Square. , who said he overheard the bank robbers talking on the walkie-talkie."

"...What?" Isabella was stunned for a moment, but she didn't realize it, "Is this oolong incident a joke?"

"Unfortunately, no," Sherlock said with a half-smile, "Gerry hadn't reacted at first, but after the media began to ferment and wanted to dig out the truth, the police issued a gag order to them, ordering them not to continue reporting on the robbery of the relevant details.”

"Sorry, who is Greg?"

"Don't you know him too?" Sherlock glanced at her strangely. "Besides him, who else in the Scotland Yard inspector can talk to me more than ten sentences?"

So you know it yourself, she complained from the bottom of her heart, "But his name is Greg, Greg Strade."

"Oh, not bad."

"A lot worse, okay? So what did the gentleman hear on the walkie-talkie?"

"Judging from the expressions of those police officers, it should be related to a certain important person." Seeing Isabella's expression on her face, he frowned unobtrusively, and asked, "Do you know who it is?"

"It's just speculation, and I don't know exactly what they're trying to steal from the bank."

"tell me."

"Sherlock, I'm sorry I can't say more." Isabella shook her head.

"Oh, your attitude..." Sherlock understood and said with certainty, "It has something to do with the royal family."

"..." She acquiesced, and changed the subject, "The person in charge of this matter must be unlucky to have such a big mistake."

"It's definitely not the work of the fat man's subordinates. MI5's goldfish has refreshed its IQ again."

"Speaking of Mycroft... By the way, he hasn't spoken to me for three days, and he hasn't even checked the homework about the memory palace method that he assigned before. Is the Korean general election so busy? He also needs to be responsible?" Isabel Thinking about it left and right, only the Korean general election can affect the efficiency of McCoff in the recent major events in the world.

"Pfft——" Sherlock laughed briefly, "To distract him, at least it must be a problem of the level of the London bombing and Brexit."

"In the car accident a few days ago, I thought he would call to ask for accountability... I didn't say anything for the first time, and I felt a little uncomfortable," she shrugged, doubting herself, "I don't think this is Stockholm. Syndrome?"

Sherlock blinked, and he understood after hearing these words, after all, he knew his brother called "ICEMAN" better than anyone else.Mycroft Holmes, who has always believed in "love is useless" and "hearts will be broken", when he realizes that he is being influenced by feelings, his first choice must be to cool himself down first, gradually dilute the relationship, and then slowly let go of feelings, so that Sanity returned to the brain.He is now gradually alienating Isabella, until he can stay out of the matter, analyze her with unemotional thinking, and make a choice that is in the interests of the British Empire. At that time, I am afraid that he will face Isabella again.What's more, McCoff also had to take a step back and re-examine the relationship between each other. Dangerous or irritating situations acted as catalysts, prompting a change in the quality of each other's feelings. Whether this change was just a momentary impulse, how long would it last? Long, these are all concerns for McCoff.

But he is keen on all the ways to trip his brother, Sherlock showed a standard wrinkled smile, "Then you can ask him, as far as I know, the security of the event you accompanied the Queen to attend is no accident. Fatty is responsible."

"Yes. But I'm not planning to go now," said Isabella.

"That's just right. Greert sent a clue to a new case, and we'll go out to investigate the case later. This is definitely a very cunning criminal."

"NO, Sherlock, I'm not your assistant," Isabella added, "and I have exams tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and various college meetings in the coming week. I'm afraid I can't run around with you. "

"Boring." He looked away boredly.

Isabella held the cold milk in her hand, trying to warm it up with the warmth of her palm.She stood in front of the window and stared at Baker Street. In fact, she generally had her own guesses in her mind. About what kind of clues her sister left in the hands of others so that she needed to use secret agents to steal the bank safe, it was just a few things. Things that affect the reputation of Her Royal Highness Princess Beatrice, if those things come to light, must be enough to shock Britain and bring shame to the royal family.

The weather was getting cooler, and she had a vague premonition that the days of living in 221B to hide from Claire Green should be coming to an end.

The author has something to say:

Personally, I feel that Mai Mai, an "Iceman" politician who advocates reason and puts interests first, once he finds that feelings start to sprout, his first reaction is to start alienating the other party. After all, it is too dangerous, regardless of the personal safety of girls. Or to his own way of thinking.But it's definitely not parting hahaha, it's normal for Mai Maileng to deal with the heroine at this stage.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-01-0619 25:38:2021~01-0823-32 40:[-]:[-]~

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