[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

From winter to summer, the pious and grand choir praises God's gift, Christmas passes quietly, and the new year is approaching.

After the cold winter and the chilly spring, the most obvious thing is that the pedestrians on the streets have changed into summer clothes first.

The summer in London is not as hot as other cities. The unique geographical location determines that the warm and humid monsoon passes through the English Channel, like a gentle hand, gently caressing the island, bringing rich precipitation.

The general election three days ago finally came to an end, and the blue flags of the Conservative Party can still be seen everywhere on the street, interlaced with the Union Jack of the United Kingdom, fluttering quietly in the wind.Contrary to the blue flags hanging high in the streets and alleys, different from the proudness of the blue flags, some of the red flags were blown off by the wind, and the same pile of wires were entangled together, and some were cleaned Workers swept it into the garbage truck together with the leaves on the ground.

Today's Whitehall is also very lively, the Conservative Party leader Bryan who won the majority of seats in the general election will become prime minister.The power was handed over, and the cabinet was changed drastically, except for a few senior civil servants. For a while, almost everyone in Whitehall was in danger.

The largest office in Whitehall is located at the end of the corridor on the left on the first floor. The door is tightly closed. Before that, the newly appointed Prime Minister has called more than a dozen cabinet ministers into the room to talk. These shrewd politicians know that Knowing that today's conversation is likely to determine whether they continue to work in Whitehall tomorrow, or pack up and leave the cabinet.

These politicians who usually wear suits and shoes and can influence the whole of Britain and even the world with just a few words came out of the prime minister's office one by one. They looked at each other tacitly for a few seconds, and a delicate atmosphere spread in Whitehall.

If you want to know whether they are happy or sad after being invited by the prime minister to talk, you don’t need to go up to the door and see if these politicians continue to take a special car or turn left to unlock a bicycle You will know when you ride home.

The door was closed all the time, except for the secretary who was in a hurry to call the next person to talk, almost no one stayed in that office for more than half an hour.Even, I don't know if it's getting late, the Prime Minister's patience is getting less and less, and the time for talking is getting shorter and shorter.

"Boss, Mr. Prime Minister is calling you." Anthea knocked on the door and whispered.

Mycroft, who had been reviewing documents in his office, turned the pen in a circle and slapped it on the table. The thin silver ring on the ring finger of his right hand set off his slender fingers even more delicately.The change of power on the surface of the British government will not distract him at all. Rather than whispering with other goldfish to discuss what benefits the new prime minister will bring to him, he would rather focus on the anti-terrorist policy that will be introduced soon. Bill goes up.

Mycroft nonchalantly got up and straightened his tie in front of the full-length mirror in his office before heading out of his office.

Ingeniously, Mr. Holmes's office is just opposite to the Prime Minister's, one is at the end of the corridor on the left, and the other is at the end of the corridor on the right.

He could feel other people's concealed or prying eyes on him, but Mycroft didn't care at all. He was even thinking about how to get the group of goldfish in the House of Commons to agree to support the newly revised bill.

"Mr. Holmes." The secretary greeted him from the doorway.

Mycroft smiled, pushed open the door that made all politicians nervous, and walked in.

Outside the door, the young politician couldn't help but whisper to other people around him, "What do you think of Mr. Holmes and the Prime Minister, ummmm, I mean..."

"Anyway, the British Empire needs them, doesn't it?" said the old politician meaningfully.

"Yes, but Mr. Bryan is completely hawkish..."

The aged politician laughed, and said tactfully, "Had, but our ultimate interests are the same."

The young politician finally fell silent and stopped talking. Perhaps the tense atmosphere here made him slip up. He kept his mouth shut and only focused on the door.When the door is opened again, what will happen to Holmes Mycroft, who claims to be the "shadow government" of the British Empire?

Is Brian compromising, or Holmes backing off?

The power gained has never been willing to give up easily.

But he never thought that when the door opened, the Prime Minister and Sherlock Holmes came out together!

Brian, who is always serious, sent Holmes out of the office with a smile. They shook hands together. Then Mr. Holmes took a long leg, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the people who were watching them secretly. The sharpness in his eyes made him feel Every politician in the line of sight couldn't help but turn his head sideways, pretending not to see him.

Mycroft raised the corners of his lips coldly, and continued to return to his office to deal with affairs. As a diligent and small civil servant of the British government, endless overtime is the norm.

Anthea had been waiting for him at the door, and upon seeing this, she hurried forward to report: "Boss, I just received news that Sherlock and John Watson met at Barts Hospital, and they made an appointment to see the house."

"It's not surprising that Dr. Watson will agree." Mycroft turned the ring on his right hand, and gradually softened his tone. "What has Isabella been doing recently?"

"Her Royal Highness acquired the supermarket chain, coffee shop and cake shop on Baker Street, and became the largest shareholder of Orson Company. So far, Her Royal Highness has not acquired the video store on the corner of the entire street."

"..." Mycroft rubbed his throbbing temples, and after a while, he still asked, "So now our people can only work in video stores?"

"His Royal Highness didn't change those agents..." Anthea shook her head, "She...as the boss, changed their working hours, all at midnight."

"..." Mycroft sighed deeply.

Since she was banned from participating in the Rose Party, Her Highness the Princess searched for a long time and finally found a new toy. She seems to be committed to developing her own business territory. Investments and stocks are like obedient pawns in her hands.God forbid, I hope she doesn't crash the British stock market.

……

Dr. Watson, who met Sherlock Holmes for the first time, was still in a daze until he opened the door of 221B. He never thought that his experience in the past few years could be completed in just a dozen seconds in the eyes of the other party. Completely inferred locally.

"Oh... come in, please, don't stand around," Sherlock explained, turning sideways, "Ms. Hudson, the landlord here, gave me a special price. A few years ago, her husband was arrested in Florida. Sentenced to death, I helped her."

Watson asked suspiciously: "I'm sorry, but you prevented her husband from being executed?"

"No, I secured the death penalty."

"..."

The door was opened suddenly, and Watson looked at the old woman who appeared at the door. She was wearing a decent and generous dark purple dress, and she warmly embraced Sherlock.

Stepping up to the second floor, Sherlock opened the door first, and a young woman sat in the center of the sofa facing the door. She pushed aside the messy experimental drugs on the table, and placed a cup of hot tea and a few pieces of roasted koji. Odd Cookies.

"A new client? No, your new roommate?" Amidst the steaming tea, the young woman asked unhurriedly.

"Uh, hello," the military doctor greeted politely first, "I'm John Watson."

"You can just call me Isabella." The woman held her chin and raised a gentle smile.

The woman's eyes are bright and full of wisdom, like a pool of deep water, bottomless.Watson couldn't help but look away, looking at Sherlock.

"Have you finished signing the contract?" Sherlock got straight to the point.

"Well, there are so many procedures, and it will take a long time to clean up now," Isabella lifted the folder in her bag, "I will transfer all the shop assistants to work at midnight, but the streets Those cameras are too cute for me to help."

"OK," Sherlock nodded, "I'll help you investigate that in return, but why don't you just ask him?"

"Who?" Isabella tilted her head.

"YOU KNOW WHO."

"Oh..." Isabella rolled her eyes, "He won't tell me, and... this news comes from the Rose Party, you know, he has already ordered me to stop contacting there."

"Sorry," Watson, who had been silent for a long time, didn't understand what the two were talking about, so he suddenly asked, "Uh, Sherlock, is this your ex-roommate or... your girlfriend?"

"College classmate," Isabella smiled, turning her attention.Watson, "Doctor? Well, obviously, you are a military doctor. It seems that Afghanistan is indeed a very sad place... If you need it, I suggest you change to another attending physician. The problem with your leg is not your body , but in psychology. By the way, welcome to stay in 221B anyway, I hope you can get along well with Sherlock."

"..." The poor military doctor was watched from start to finish for the second time today, and he was going crazy, "ForGod'ssake! Has the world developed so fast since I retired? Why can you all watch come out?"

Isabella and Sherlock looked at each other, the latter shrugging innocently.

"Hmm... Maybe it's because we graduated from the same university?" The kind Isabella decided to comfort him, "from Cambridge University."

"Okay." Watson had to accept the fact that he had the lowest education among all the people present.In this way, not everyone can graduate from Cambridge, and not everyone can see through themselves.

Watson looked around and said to himself: "It can be done very well, very well."

"Yes, I think so, I think the same," said Sherlock, "just clean up the rubbish..."

"Then I'll just move in," said Watson suddenly.

Sherlock was taken aback, "Ummmm, obviously, I can tidy up a little..."

"Is that a skeleton?" Watson pointed with his crutch.

"A friend of mine."

"What do you think?" Mrs. Hudson teased, coming in through the door, winking. "There's another bedroom upstairs, if you need two."

"Of course we need two bedrooms!" Watson replied seriously.

"Ahem..." Isabella, who was drinking tea, almost choked, and she gloated at Sherlock.

"Oh, don't worry, there are everyone here..." Mrs. Hudson pleaded, "There is a married couple at Mrs. Turner's house next door. Isabella, do you need some tea?"

"No need, Mrs. Hudson, thank you," Isabella praised slightly. "The cookies are delicious."

Watson sat down on the sofa with difficulty, and casually mentioned, "I searched for you on the Internet last night, and I saw your deduction method."

"What do you think?" Sherlock asked.

"You said you could identify a software engineer by his tie and a civil aviation pilot by his left thumb..."

"Yes, I can also see your military occupation through your face and legs, and your brother's drinking habits through your mobile phone."

"How?" asked Watson.

"Oh, Sherlock," Isabella stood by the window and reminded, "Downstairs, Detective Inspector Lestrade is here, probably for another three... no, four murders. "

"Yes."

"Wait, but the newspaper said it was a suicide..." Mrs. Hudson asked suspiciously.

As soon as the words fell, Mr. Inspector in plainclothes rushed up in three steps at a time. Before he could speak, Sherlock asked where he was.

"Lawrys Garden in Brixton." The inspector was also used to it, and he said immediately, "This time there is a message."

"Who is the forensic doctor?"

"Anderson."

Sherlock turned his head away speechlessly, "He doesn't get along with me."

"are you coming?"

"If you don't take the police car, I'll follow behind."

After Inspector Lestrade left, Isabella ate the last cookie and counted to five in her head.

Sherlock was very reserved at first, but the corner of his mouth that was almost bent behind his ear betrayed him, "Brilliant! Yes! There are four serial suicide cases, and now there are still messages, oh, it's Christmas, Mrs. Hudson, I'll be late Come on, maybe I need something to eat."

"NOTYOUR HOUSE KEEPER!"

"Cold food is fine. John, have a cup of tea, just like at home. Don't wait for me." Saying that, Sherlock closed the door and left.

"Look at him, he's full of energy..." Mrs. Hudson took two more plates of cookies and handed Watson a plate, "My husband used to be the same, but you are more of a sitter type, I think Come out. I'll make you some tea while you rest your legs."

"Damnmyleg!" Watson roared suddenly, startling Mrs. Hudson. "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, it's just that sometimes the damn legs... have a cup of tea, thank you."

"Only this time, notyourhousekeeper." Although Mrs. Hudson said so, she still went to get tea to soak him.

"You're a doctor," Sherlock, who was supposed to leave, suddenly reappeared at the door, and he said while putting on his gloves, "Actually you're a military doctor... are you doing well?"

"VERYGOOD." Watson propped himself up.

"I have seen countless wounds, fatal injuries... Do you want to see more?"

"Oh, my God, of course."

Sherlock smiled knowingly, then turned around and called to Isabella who was eating the second plate of biscuits, "Oh, you really look more and more like a fat man... I'll give you ten seconds to follow us."

"No, Sherlock," Isabella refused without hesitation, "Go on your own."

"Do you have a date tonight?" Sherlock's eyes were like X-rays, scanning her from head to toe. "The general election has just ended, and the fat man has no time to find you. You are free, why didn't you go to the scene of the crime with us?"

"Wait..." Watson grasped the point accurately, "Dating? Aren't you single?"

Poor Watson, just now I was thinking about how to ask Isabella for her mobile phone number.

Isabella smiled mischievously, pulled out a worn ring from her chest along the silver necklace, and gestured.

Watson said disappointedly: "...Okay."

Sherlock scoffed at the stupid goldfish behavior, as if he'd first seen Mycroft with a ring on his finger, and he taunted his brother for it.

"Sherlock, the general election has been over for three days, you should watch more TV." Isabella said bluntly.

"Come on," Sherlock said impatiently, "this kind of stuff is meaningless. I don't need to know who the newly elected Prime Minister is. Anyway, he must have raised the average age of the entire cabinet and lowered theirs." Average IQ."

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