[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The clock just struck twelve, Isabella packed up the books on the table, glanced at James with a little regret, picked up the handbag beside her, and whispered: "I'll go first, see you next time, professor."

James smiled gently and said, "See you next time."

Walking out of the library, a bit of bitter wind slipped in from her neckline. Isabella couldn't help but sneezed. She covered her mouth and nose with her hands. This was indeed a bit embarrassing scene. She rubbed her nose, bangs Covering her eyes, the students coming and going didn't pay attention to her. Isabella tugged at her windbreaker jacket, turned up her collar, and followed the flow of people among the students going to the restaurant.

Lunch is a small piece of fried steak with vegetable salad. The dining etiquette of the royal family requires her to keep her back straight and not let the knife and fork collide with the plate to make a discordant sound, but on the university campus, she discards these tedious etiquettes. When I arrived at Cloud Nine, Isabella picked up a piece of beef with a fork, and turned on her mobile phone to enter the appointment system of the school school hospital. She saw her score on the mental state evaluation form, which was above the passing line. Can the "true" psychological evaluation form satisfy Mycroft?

"Please hurry to 221B if you have nothing to do.——SH"

The phone vibrated three times, and Isabella automatically ignored the harassing text messages from Sherlock, as if she knew she didn't reply on purpose, and another text message followed.

"Come here if you have something to do. - SH"

Isabella threw the last bite of beef into her mouth and almost choked, she freed her hand to reply quickly:

"It's a pity, I'm already back at school.—Isa"

"Is it your entrance exam? You don't have to go back to school so early to prepare for a preschool level exam. You know this case is much more interesting than what you are doing now. - SH"

Isabella saw Sherlock's mockery of the difficulty of her exam was indifferent, and was about to fight back fiercely, when suddenly a man sat down across from her.

She raised her head, and the other party smiled awkwardly and touched her nose. She was the guitarist of the rock band Fallen Rose back then, and one of the agents that McCoff placed beside her.

"Hello." She spoke first, vaguely remembering that the person in front of her was called Brady?

"Hi, hello, long time no see," Brady refused in his heart, but who asked the BOSS to order him to take the initiative to protect Her Royal Highness, and he searched his brains to find a topic to talk to her, "Uh, the band is today There is a recruitment meeting in the afternoon, do you want to go together?"

"Recruitment?" Isabella was taken aback. She remembered that since John Openshaw's death, Fallen Rose's performance had been interrupted, and then in her junior year, the bass player was busy graduating and looking for a job, and gradually faded out of their relationship. Circle, hearing Brady talk about the recruiting of newcomers to the orchestra this time made her a little strange.

"That's right, we need to recruit some fresh blood to keep our band going." Brady always dared not look Isabella in the eyes, and he smiled guiltyly.Her Royal Highness's eyes are very beautiful, as agile as Princess Diana, her eyelashes are like a small brush, flickering, when she looks at you seriously, no one is ashamed to lie in front of her.

"Well," Isabella thought for a while, "Okay, what time?"

"Let's go together after dinner," Brady suddenly felt a little depressed, "I believe John will be very happy to see the new and energetic Fallen Rose."

Isabella's voice also sank. She remembered what happened back then, and sadness hit her heart, but this emotion did not last for half an hour. When she followed Brady into the classroom of the so-called recruiting meeting, Glancing around at the students who were sitting under the stage bringing their own musical instruments to audition for the band, her expression instantly became frozen.

Isn't this really the scene of MI6's agent exchange meeting?

Look at those "students" with musical instruments. Electric guitars and basses are normal, but what happened to those with violins and saxophones?Shouldn't these people be in groups like church choirs?And they sit upright involuntarily, as if they can participate in the military parade in the next second. Is the training of MI6 agents so good now?

Isabella turned her head slowly and looked at Brady seriously.

"... Please start the talent show, and proceed in order." Brady felt that he was under a lot of pressure, and he said bravely.

So Isabella saw that this group of people seemed to have activated some magical button in their bodies, and performed pieces that could be performed in Vienna one by one like a performance at a gala. The degree of accompaniment.

"So, does this have anything to do with rock music?" Isabella didn't expect the group to reply. She pulled Brady aside and looked at him with a half-smile until Brady surrendered.

"Uh..." He stumbled, "Actually, I think the one playing the electric guitar is pretty good..."

Ignoring his words, Isabella said in an unhappy tone, "Is it an order from McCoff himself? Raise my monitoring level?"

"..." Brady wiped the cold sweat off his brow, he smiled wryly, not knowing what to say, "Uh..."

Seeing his faltering, Isabella simply picked up her mobile phone and called McCoff. In fact, she regretted the moment the call was made, and she hadn't figured out what kind of state to face to him.Just when she was hesitant to press the end call button, the phone rang three times, and a familiar deep male voice sounded: "Good afternoon?"

"..." Isabella's heart skipped a beat.

Hearing the sound of breathing on the other side of the receiver, but there was no sound of anyone speaking, Mycroft frowned. He closed the cap of the Parker pen with one hand, tapped the table with his fingertips, and signaled to the agent on the other side who was reporting to him. Pause."What's going on?" McCaw asked.

Isabella took a deep breath, and the moment she heard his voice, she couldn't vent her angry questioning, like a deflated ball, she mustered up the courage to say it, but her voice was as low as a mosquito humming Weak, "...why did you send someone to watch me again?"

It is rare to hear Her Royal Highness utter questioning words in such a tone. More often than not, she is always accompanied by innocuous pranks when she is angry. This is the first time that she has shown such obvious weakness today.Mycroft was stunned for a rare moment, hesitating for a second, "Sorry?"

The agent on the opposite side looked terrified. This was the first time he had seen the strategizing "ICEMAN" distracted. God, he must have hallucinations, right?

"Don't tell me that the band members were not sent by you." Isabella increased her voice, but this sentence had no deterrent effect at all, it was more like venting dissatisfaction after being wronged.

"It is very dangerous now. It is reported that the leader of the Michael X organization has sneaked into the UK secretly. It is unknown what he will do, but it will definitely not be a good thing. He is like a poisonous snake lurking in the UK. Guardian, I must be responsible to the Queen to ensure your safety," Mycroft explained patiently, "If you don't like this, a house in Westminster is also a good choice..."

Isabella only heard the phrase "Responsible to the Queen", her pounding heart sank without a bottom line, and she replied dryly, "No, this is very good."

Then without waiting for Mycroft to say anything else, he quickly hung up the phone.

"Go ahead." Mycroft said to the agent while listening to the cold mechanical busy tone from the receiver.In the next few days, the information sent back by Brady showed that Her Royal Highness cooperated with MI6 beyond anyone's imagination. She no longer played cat-and-mouse prank games with the agents, and she no longer teased those poor agents. , she ignored them as if she ignored the air.

Everything is done step by step. Her Royal Highness arrives at the library at eight o'clock every day, goes to the restaurant for dinner at twelve o'clock, and then appears in the library at two o'clock in the afternoon. She doesn't even bother to provoke the monitors that are spinning around on the street as one of her hobbies. Did, even though she knew it might be McCoff himself.

The only variable is that she will go to the lecture theater every Monday and Wednesday for the math class of Professor James McVitie.

Mycroft was sitting in his office chair, half of his face was hidden deep in the darkness, his slender fingers formed the shape of a pyramid, and he was looking up the information of this unusually young mathematics professor in his memory palace .

As expected, it was clean, as clear as the Thames River, and the information was very detailed, even where I lost my wallet when I was in middle school.

No one could pick out any faulty materials, but Mycroft’s heart was full of alarm bells. The sense of violation in this report was too strong. Every link seemed meticulous, but it couldn’t stand up to scrutiny at all. Witnesses proving the existence of James.

"Anthea, focus on monitoring James McVitie," he ordered.

"Yes, boss."

Mycroft sank into the memory palace again, this time he let himself go through one house after another, until the last door, he pushed open the door, in front of him was a large bloom of red roses, the rich fragrance vying for the first place Drilling into his nose, domineeringly occupying his sense of smell, the rose grows wildly, spreading to the crack of the door, as if trying to squeeze the door open.Mycroft has been very restrained. He tried to place these uninvited roses that forcibly occupied his mind in a corner of the memory palace. Even so, their exuberant vitality still challenged his proud self-control. To break out.

Not yet, he silently warned himself.

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