[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Sometimes Isabella really wanted to blacklist Sherlock's phone number, and she did.

"Come to Barts Hospital as soon as possible.——SH"

She had just stepped into 221B with her front foot, and she didn't even finish a glass of orange juice. Sherlock's text messages jumped into her eyes on time even if she got into the trash bin with her back foot.

"NO.——Isa"

The edited text message hadn't had time to be sent yet, and Sherlock's text message arrived in her mailbox again as if she had calculated it right.

"You'll be interested. - SH"

Isabella hesitated for a while, and finally her curiosity overcame her laziness. She jumped up from the sofa, and vowed that if Sherlock used some insignificant things to drive her out again, she would hide Sherlock in the 221B's cocaine solution was completely replaced with normal saline, and reported to Mycroft.Grabbing the car keys on the table, Isabella drove her flamboyant fiery red sports car to Butts Hospital.

She was chewing gum, frowning slightly, and seemed to be impatient. Isabella pushed open the door of the laboratory of Bartz Hospital. The tall curly-haired man was concentrating on operating the pile of precision instruments.

"Sherlock, don't tell me you asked me to come here to hand you the black coffee you put on the table."

Isabella said as she walked, and when she fully entered the laboratory, she found a young woman with blond straight shawl hair standing not too far from Sherlock. She was very thin, with big and bright eyes and lips. Thin and thin, like two cherry blossom petals, Isabella just took a look at her, and drew several conclusions from her dress, demeanor and eyes.

A forensic doctor, gentle and kind-hearted, worked overtime a few days ago, and likes to eat pickles from burger restaurants.

"Hello, may I ask who you are..." The young female forensic doctor couldn't help asking.

"Uh, you can just call me Isabella, Sherlock texted me to come over."

"Ah, my name is Molly Cooper, you can call me..."

"STOP!" Sherlock suddenly said loudly, and he said blankly, "Stop your noisy socializing, it will not only make you look more like goldfish, but also seriously disturb my thinking."

"Oh..." Jasmine looked at Isabella anxiously, and she explained in a very apologetic tone, "I'm so sorry, he's always been like this..."

Jasmine suddenly realized that she seemed to have done something stupid, so she quickly covered her mouth and hurriedly explained: "Uh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you two knew each other..."

"It's okay, I think you have explained too many times for Sherlock to those who have been offended by him." Isabella said with a kind smile.

Jasmine touched her nose in embarrassment, and said awkwardly: "Uh, then I won't bother you..."

"Isabella," Sherlock didn't raise his head, still focused on looking at the slide under the microscope, "pass me the second evidence bag on the left."

"So you sent me a text message to ask me to deliver things to you?" Isabella tried hard to suppress her anger. If it wasn't for his brother's face, she wouldn't have come all the way to take care of the bear child.

"Of course not." Sensing that she was on the verge of breaking out, Sherlock raised his head and explained, "Aren't you interested in the murder case?"

"What?" Isabella asked in surprise.

"Give me the second evidence bag on the left first, thank you." Saying that, Sherlock opened his left hand.

"Okay," Isabella came over, glanced at the evidence bag, and exclaimed, "Scalpel?"

There was a sharp scalpel covered in blood in the evidence bag, and a little bit of flesh could be seen on the edge of the blade.

"Moss, some seaweed, and crystals of sea salt particles. The species of seaweed is very special, not a common species on the British coastline..." Sherlock said to himself, "Oh, there are at least thirteen kinds of plankton..."

Isabella came over to take a look, and said: "Although I can't recognize all the creatures, I should still recognize this, zooxanthellae. Zooxanthellae often live in symbiosis with corals, and they provide food for corals. It is also the reason for the color of coral reefs. However, in many areas, because the sea water is too warm, this small plant dies, and the end result is coral bleaching. Can I ask where these things are extracted from?"

"Many places, the most numerous being the underarms and back of the coat the body was wearing."

"Is this the murder you're talking about?" Isabella asked.

Sherlock put away the slides, he didn't reply directly, but motioned her to follow with his eyes.

The two walked through the long corridor and arrived at the morgue. Jasmine had already put on a mask and pushed out a pale corpse from the freezer.Isabella stepped into the cold storage, and the cold wind whizzed into her body from all directions.

It was a rather young female corpse. What attracted Isabella at first sight was not the hideous and terrifying fatal wound on her chest, but her unusually gorgeous face. Her appearance was so beautiful that it was unreal. It's like a product produced by a factory with a standard.There are several tattoos on the body of the female corpse, and the patterns of various symbolic meanings are probably only known to her.

There was a horizontal scratch on the neck of the female corpse, but it was not long, as if the murderer gave up halfway through the scratch.

"She's a doctor?" Isabella said suddenly.

"Oh, how did you all see it..." Jasmine said in surprise.

"Hand," she raised the female corpse's wrist, "Look at the distribution of calluses. Also, I think she should be more like a plastic surgeon."

"Of course, it can be seen from her strange aesthetics," Sherlock put his hands in his pockets and said sarcastically, "The fatal wound is a knife in the chest. The murderer is very accurate, and he is definitely not a novice."

"And the murderer has some perverted tendencies, doesn't he?" Isabella said, "The wound on her neck is more like some terrorist organization's treatment of captives..."

"Are you talking about beheading?" Sherlock flatly filled in what Isabella hadn't said.

"God..." Jasmine, as an excellent forensic doctor, even felt that this topic was disgusting.

"That's what it means, but obviously the murderer gave up in the end," Isabella shrugged. "Is the murder weapon a scalpel? Are there any fingerprints on it?"

"If anything, Glendor wouldn't be running around like a headless chicken asking Cindy's colleagues and friends."

Automatically equating Glendo with Inspector Greg Strade, Isabella then asked: "Is the name of the female corpse Cindy? I seem to have some impressions that Cindy's beauty hospital has been open for many years, and word of mouth Always good."

"Yes, the business is so good that Glendor went to investigate one by one the customers who have undergone plastic surgery in Cindy's beauty hospital in the past year. After a full day of investigation, there is no definite result. I really can't say goodbye to the group of goldfish in Scotland Yard. IQ has expectations."

"Did she die in her own hospital?"

"He died at her home." Jasmine replied.

"Then... does she still have a scalpel at home?"

"Glendo said that Cindy often brings people with sensitive identities to her home for cosmetic surgery. I have been to the scene of the crime before, and she has all kinds of equipment at home," Sherlock said while fastening the navy blue Scarf, "We have to go to Cindy's hospital again, what should she leave behind."

"Wait," Isabella stopped him, "you mean us?"

"you and me."

"Sherlock, your brother warned me not to follow you to various dangerous places just a few days ago."

"Oh, come on, you won't listen anyway." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"But this time I have to listen, sorry," Isabella said helplessly, "I have a very important event tomorrow."

Sherlock thought for three seconds, and finally remembered her itinerary from a corner of his memory palace, and said dissatisfiedly: "Solving cases is much more interesting than your insignificant activities."

Fortunately, Sherlock didn't insist, and left on his own. Isabella and Jasmine exchanged looks, and she smiled helplessly and said, "He's always like this."

Jasmine clenched her fingers tightly, and her eyes skipped over the antique brooch on Isabella's chest. After struggling for a moment, she still asked, "Uh...you and Sherlock are..."

"College classmate." Isabella always felt that after saying these words, Jasmine's nervous expression suddenly eased.

"Oh, oh," she began to speak more, "Did you just say that Sherlock has a brother?"

"Yes." Isabella nodded, and the two of them walked out of the morgue side by side.

"A detective too?"

"No, his brother is a government official." Isabella was flattered and took all kinds of fudge that Jasmine took out from her pocket, as if courting her.No matter how insensitive she is to her feelings, she can see the secret love for Sherlock hidden in the bottom of her heart by the gentle girl in front of her.

"Then they must have a good relationship."

"No..." Isabella recalled the way the two brothers got along, and couldn't help but support her forehead silently. Fortunately, Jasmine didn't ask.

Jasmine tore off the wrapping paper of the fudge, and stuffed the candy into her mouth in one breath. She smiled and pretended to mention it casually, "Did Sherlock study at Oxford University?"

"It's Cambridge University, Department of Chemistry." Isabella didn't mind telling Jasmine more embarrassing stories about Sherlock, who made him bother herself to run around every time.

"It's amazing," Jasmine exclaimed. "I know they recruit elites from all walks of life."

"No." Isabella squeezed the candy in her palm.

"Sherlock...was very popular at the university then?"

"Huh?" She raised her eyebrows in surprise, "I don't think there is... There should be no one chasing someone who knows what you do from beginning to night."

Jasmine showed an awkward smile. Isabella glanced at the wall clock. It was almost evening, and she had to go home to prepare the things needed for tomorrow's ceremony, including confirming the procedure with Anthea again.

"Sorry, I still have something to do," Isabella stood up and said politely, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first, so I won't bother you."

"No, no, I'm the one who disturbed you by asking questions." Jasmine also stood up, "Thank you for chatting with me for so long."

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