[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Isabella sat down, her eyes unfocused looking at the clouds outside the window.Carol poured a glass of red wine and handed it to her, and asked intimately, "What's the matter?"

She woke up suddenly from the mess of thoughts, and turned her head to face the cup of blood-like purple liquid. Her stomach was churning, and Isabella frowned, but finally held back.She shook her head, took the goblet and put it on the table, "I'm just a little tired..."

"Oh..." Carol was dubious, "To be honest, I saw you and Her Majesty the Queen on TV a few days ago."

"Well, it should be an event at the memorial hall." Isabella nodded.

"I didn't recognize it at first."

"By the way..." Isabella suddenly remembered the incident that Auston had confessed to her without warning before, and she suddenly felt embarrassed. She considered for a moment, and finally said, "A few months ago, Your brother..."

Before she finished speaking, Carol smiled heartily: "Hahaha... I heard what he said, don't worry about it, I also said at the time that he should not think too much, but you know my brother, don't fight for it It always seems to be reconciled."

"Well, he has always been like this..." Isabella nodded.If her heart is as calm as usual, she still feels nothing, but now her heart is so chaotic, she can't even deal with her own feelings.

"That's right, Isabella," Carol suddenly stammered. "Uh, I mean, Mr. Holmes on Baker Street. Is he really as powerful as the rumors say?"

"You mean Sherlock?" Isabella asked, "Yes, why, do you have a case to entrust to him?"

Carol pursed her lips and sighed, "You remember I told you about my new boyfriend before?"

"The reporter, Mr. Neville St. Clair?"

"Yes, you never know what strange things happened to me..." Carol drank her red wine and cleared her throat, "I went to the bar with my friends to drink all night on Sunday night, and on Monday morning, I went alone Walking slowly along Swan Dam Lane, the hangover made me a little unconscious, and the cold wind just sobered me up, so I walked step by step, and suddenly I heard someone shouting, and when I looked up, I saw Neville Waving at me!"

"Is there anything unreasonable about that?"

"He waved at me desperately, as if he was very frightened, but suddenly disappeared from the window, as if there was a strange force behind him pulling him back. And the clothes he was wearing were colors that he would never wear on weekdays— —dirty khaki.”

Isabella was fascinated by it: "And then? Did you go up to find him?"

"Yes, I went!" Carol said eagerly, "The house is a mess, it seems to have been abandoned for a long time, there are only a few lame guys and guys who seem to be drug addicts, I asked them if they saw Neville, and they said nothing. Decided not to have seen it."

"Then Mr. St. Clair disappeared from the house?"

"Yes, I'm not the kind of person to be fooled. I searched in every corner of the house, and finally found Neville's cufflinks in a broken box. I bought them for him before. Emeralds with gold rims." As she said, Carol took the cufflinks out of the drawer, and Isabella knew from a casual glance that the two cufflinks were expensive.

"and then?"

"The demeanor of those people changed at that time. I realized that something was wrong, so I called the police immediately." Carol rubbed the two cufflinks. "The police came very quickly. They began to search the scene and found A few drops of blood! And they found Neville's full suit in the other room."

"Bloodstain? Was he injured? You can trace the bloodstain."

"But there were only a few drops," Carol shook her head. "The police took away everyone at the scene, saying that they might be involved in a murder. God! But it's been several days now, and there is still no news."

"Murder?"

"Because there are cliffs behind that house and rolling waves underneath, ah, do you remember? It's the place where we camped outdoors before," Carol paused, and she added with difficulty, "...the police Suspect they pushed Neville into the sea."

"Uh..." Isabella tried hard to remember, "I remembered, it is indeed very dangerous there."

"So I want to ask Mr. Holmes to help me." Carol squeezed her fingers tightly and begged.

Isabella originally wanted to say that she could help Carol analyze the situation, but now her own mind is in chaos, and reason and emotion are intertwined and entangled. It is difficult for her to stay out of the matter and look at the problem calmly and objectively.So she nodded and said, "I can contact Sherlock for you...but he doesn't take all cases."

"I want to go to 221B now," Carol picked up the phone and stood up, "Do you want to come with me?"

"Uh..." Isabella didn't want to meet Sherlock yet, she hesitated and blinked slowly, and said politely: "Sorry, I have a headache... I want to rest for a while."

"Okay," Carol patted her shoulder understandingly, and forced a smile, "The second bedroom upstairs, you can go to sleep for a while."

Isabella nodded. With an apologetic face, she shook her phone, "I just sent a text message to Sherlock. He is at 221B right now. You can go directly. Don't be surprised. To be honest, you just need to Sitting in front of him, Sherlock can analyze all your personal information like an analysis scanner."

"Oh... I think I have seen this ability in that big Mr. Holmes before."

Carol left in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to pick up her handbag.Isabella has never seen Carol Hill like this before, and most of the time Carol looks at the boyfriends around her with a cynical attitude. She likes their delicate appearance like Greek gods Beautiful face and strong figure, but this kind of appreciation can only last for a month or two at most, and soon she will get bored and look for the next target.

As for these beautiful boyfriends, she also takes a carefree attitude, enjoying the freshness they bring to her, but never willing to give her feelings.

So Isabella still felt a little strange about Carol's anxious and worried attitude this time.However, what if it was me and McCaw?It seems that I can understand Carol's feelings at the moment.

Isabella was lying on the bed, thinking wildly, her cheeks flushed suddenly, why did she think of McCoff?Carol and Mr. St. Clair are boyfriend and girlfriend, but what about her and Mycroft?One is the British princess, and the other is a government official. The intersection between them is only because of the royal family's entrustment. Apart from monitoring, she and he should not have contact with each other.

What's more, Mycroft's gaze on her was mostly out of duty. Even if she tried to take a step forward, she would stop because of the rumored ICEMAN story.

Falling into a drowsy sleep, Isabella felt that in her dream, there was always a pair of extremely calm and rational gray-blue eyes looking at her deeply. The complex emotions in the eyes were like every time she turned her back to Mycroft. , his gaze.

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