[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Isabella rubbed her sleepy eyes. Last night's dream was so terrifying that her brain slowed down for 5 minutes before she gradually regained her senses.Everything that happened yesterday stuck to her brain like a paste, and she used the tragic love of her parents to warn herself not to get too addicted to feelings.

Love is useless.This is a famous quote from McCaughey.The calm, deliberate look on his face came to mind as he said those words, and there was never a real smile in those beautiful blue eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Isabella touched the phone beside her, and there was an unread text message from Anthea.After making sure that she read the English letters in the text message correctly, Isabella fell into a long silence.

"Your Highness, in order to compensate for the fright you received yesterday, there just happened to be a property in Westminster that was previously used as a safe house for regular clearance and sale. If you don't mind, you can settle there first.——A"

The residence provided by the Military Intelligence Department is very unreliable no matter how you look at it.She could imagine those stupid goldfish agents who thought they were smart in the streets around the house. Living in such a real version of Truman's world, she would definitely go crazy.

At the moment, returning to Cambridgeshire may be the best choice.Isabella sent a text message to Carol to explain the situation, and left Carol's apartment first.Of course, she didn't forget to ask her good friend if she had a good first meeting with Sherlock.

Carol's text message arrived late when Isabella was sitting in a taxi and was about to arrive at her destination. In the text message, she wrote:

"Oh! I don't know if it's impolite to say that... But, don't everyone in the Holmes family have the same...arrogant? That little Mr. Holmes has an even weirder temper than his brother. —CH"

Isabella shook her head helplessly.The car slowly drove into Cambridgeshire, and the towering college buildings could already be seen. If Isabella wanted to continue studying for a master's degree, she would need to take the exam at the end of the year. She was not worried about this, but she just learned that she has been teaching Her tutor Sarah is on maternity leave, and she will not be able to return to teaching until March or April next year.This is indeed a small challenge for her on the way to study for a master's degree.

Instructor Sara comforted her on the phone, and then told her that the college had arranged for a new professor of the Department of Mathematics to teach. He was a very young teacher who was said to have been hired this year.

Isabella looked at a string of phone numbers and a name sent to her mobile phone by Teacher Sarah, thought for a moment and saved them in the mobile phone contacts.

James McVitty.

Not a very common surname.

Isabella didn't take him to heart.When she arrived downstairs in the student dormitory, she jumped out of the taxi and bought a can of iced coke from the vending machine in the building.Graduation season is approaching, and most of the girls in the building are wearing well-tailored, capable and exquisite suit skirts, trembling black stiletto high-heeled shoes on their feet, and flesh-colored silk stockings shining honey-colored luster in the sun. They are in groups of twos and threes, Talking about each other's internship experience.

"Excuse me……"

Isabella turned around, and a not-so-tall Asian girl timidly asked her for help, so she smiled slightly and asked as if asking, "Hi, may I help you?"

"Hmm... Could you please press the top button for me? Oolong tea, I'm sorry." The girl said politely.

Oolong tea seems to be a Chinese tea drink.Isabella agreed, and a bottle of oolong tea rolled down. The girl bent down to pick it up, and thanked with a smile, "Thank you, my name is Betty Chen, Chinese."

"Isabella." She also gave the girl a kind smile.

Betty tightened the straps of her schoolbag on her chest. She hesitated and continued to ask tentatively: "Is my senior studying in the Department of Economics?"

Isabella raised her eyebrows meaningfully, then paused, "How do you know I belong to a senior?"

The girl panicked and subconsciously squeezed the plastic bottle of oolong tea. She avoided Isabella's clear gaze and said falteringly: "Because, because most of the people living in this building are seniors who are about to graduate. ..."

"It sounds reasonable..." Isabella glanced at the dirt on the corner of the girl's windbreaker, and added lightly, "However, I'm afraid this is a chance meeting you carefully crafted. You sat here and waited for me for a long time, because There is dust on the back of the clothes, and the power of the phone is less than [-]% when you scan the QR code to pay, which means that you have been bored here for a long time. You know who I am, so it’s okay to ask for help, right? "

"..." The girl's eyes widened, and she was speechless for a long time.

"The pen you pinned inside your shirt was a souvenir from the performers at the freshmen's show last year. It looks like you like it very much. The paint on the outer layer of the cap is usually hard to remove, but yours is severely worn, which is caused by chemical corrosion. .So, you're a chemistry student, and since I've only known two chemistry students, one of whom has been out of school for years...then you know me through Isaac?"

Betty exclaimed a little, and she admitted helplessly, "Really... It's exactly as Isaac said, senior sister is really amazing."

"Oh?"

"Because I heard Isaac talk about you many times, so I came here out of curiosity, it won't be too rude..."

Isabella thought for a while, "Do you work in the student union?"

"Hey, how do you know this?"

"Going back to school is a whim. If you want to say how you can know in advance that I am coming back, the only way is through the dormitory cleaning service I made an appointment for."

"Yes, I only knew that senior sister was going back to school because I saw that." Betty scratched her hair, took a step back and suddenly bowed, "Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to take a look secretly ..."

Isabella nodded, staring at the back of the girl leaving in a panic, she didn't take this episode to heart.

The bedroom was as simple and warm as when she left. She opened the door and saw a budding rose in the vase on the window sill. Isabella was surprised for a moment. The cuts are very fresh.She attributed this to the agents under McCoff, but the over-perfect barb treatment and catheter cutting techniques all reflected that the flower-giver should have serious obsessive-compulsive disorder. Such a strong working ability?The doubts in Isabella's heart flashed past, but she didn't delve into it.

The BBC is still playing some boring street interviews on the TV, and no news about the scandal that can really cause a major earthquake in the British political arena has been released, which shows the seriousness of this incident.Maybe it's going to be a big change for the whole MI5.

After overthrowing Mrs. Green, MI5 has no leader. Isabella is not worried about McCoff's future, but she is a little worried about who the new top MI5 chief is. It's hard to say whose hands it will fall into.

This time... Isabella glanced at the clock and licked her teeth. The meeting should be over. She edited a text message and sent it to McCoff.

"Congratulations on the promotion. -Isa"

It seemed that she knew what news she wanted to inquire about, and soon, a text message came back from there.

"Unfortunately, I still have extra-uterine custody of you. -MH"

Seeing this message, the uneasy feeling in her heart was swept away. Even she herself didn't realize that the corners of her lips raised involuntarily. Before she could reply, another text message came one after another.

"Six o'clock in the afternoon, Cambridge University Hospital Psychology Department, you need to do a new psychological assessment. I hope you can be more serious this time. -MH"

Isabella rolled her eyes. She didn't see anything in the refrigerator in 221B. She felt that McCoff was a little too worried. Ms. Green's white brain didn't respond much to her, and she wasn't mentally ill. To be on guard, she opened Sherlock's refrigerator and watched the dead man's head give her a big shock.

The content of McCoff's text message was serious and businesslike. Even if Isabella wanted to chat with him for a while, she didn't know how to speak, so she could only reply dryly, "Oh, she stared blankly. Mobile phone mailbox, as expected, McCoff did not reply.

For the first meal back in Cambridge, Isabella did not choose British food, but casually ate some stir-fried vegetables at a Chinese restaurant near the school hospital, and specially ordered a pot of oolong tea.She likes the way duck and cucumber are wrapped in thin round cakes.

If the British could have worked harder on eating, they would not be ridiculed by their "good neighbors" in the 21st century. No one wants to know the British recipes.

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