[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"Oh... Sherlock is so rude," Mrs. Hudson shook her head dissatisfied, "That's the Prime Minister, how can he say that?"

"Well, he doesn't care about that." Isabella pushed the empty plate aside and smiled. "Thank you for the treat, Mrs. Hudson. It was very delicious."

"Honey, I don't think these hors d'oeuvres will serve as your dinner," Mrs. Hudson shook her head. "There's some in the oven, do you need any more?"

"No, because someone promised me to treat me to a big meal tonight." Isabella smiled and picked up the empty plates and washed them under the tap one by one.

"Oh, but now...it's eight o'clock at night."

"Yes," Isabella's cell phone rang briefly, and she said to herself, "He is very busy, maybe he is busy kidnapping someone..."

"Kidnapping!?" exclaimed Mrs. Hudson.

"No, I was joking." Isabella wiped her hands, picked up the phone on the table and glanced at the text messages.

"Downstairs. - MH"

"Oh, I'm serious, Isabella, when I was young, my husband never made me wait so long after chasing me, and the little girls nowadays are too innocent, so don't let those who have evil intentions casually The men who have been tricked away with sweet words," said Mrs. Hudson worriedly.

"Don't worry," Isabella picked up her handbag and kicked on her high-heeled shoes. She leaned forward and hugged Mrs. Hudson lightly, and whispered in her ear, "I'm going first."

"Be careful, don't believe their lies!" Mrs. Hudson urged.

Isabella trimmed her hair. The small black car parked at the door of 221B had been waiting for a long time. The dark privacy film could not see the situation inside clearly under the cover of night. She opened the rear door of the car casually, and Bend over and get in the car.

Mycroft was quietly closing his eyes to recuperate. There are too many things to do today. There are so many messy documents to deal with and so many difficult conflicts to reconcile. In comparison, the affairs of the Labor Party and the Conservative Party are simply It is the level of kindergarten children quarreling.He gradually emptied his mind and let himself rest for a while.

Isabella didn't wake him up, because she knew that McCoff would never fall asleep in the car, and his strong vigilance made him tense at all times.

Mycroft didn't open his eyes, he held Isabella's left hand precisely, and stroked her fingertips, the cool silver ring rubbed against her palm from time to time.

"Have you seen Dr. Watson?" Isabella asked in a low voice, holding his hand back.

"No, I'm getting ready, I'll go back later, they're still in Brixton," Mycroft slowly opened his eyes, he simply glanced at Isabella's expression, showed a very shallow smile, and asked said, "Hungry?"

"...If you had told me earlier, I could have brought some of the cookies that Mrs. Hudson baked." Isabella, who thought she would have dinner soon, was stuffed with cookies, and she was in an extreme mood. accurate.

"The sense of taste of the elderly will degenerate with age. She put too much sugar." McCoff, who had previously enjoyed Mrs. Hudson's warm hospitality, commented objectively.

I don't know when the big meal will be available, and Isabella can't help but reply to him, "Then your current sense of taste is far ahead of your age."

"..." Mycroft was silent for a while, and whispered to the driver to go to the nearest bakery to buy some baked bread.

"Boss, John Watson has arrived near the destination, do you want to call?" the agent on the co-pilot, who had been lowering his head, asked cautiously.

"Hit." Mycroft ordered succinctly.

"Public phone booth again?" Isabella recalled the first time she confronted McCoff when she was 16 years old, and was seen through by the other party.

"No connection, BOSS, calling the next phone booth." The agent immediately made a second call, and this time it got through.

"Hello?" Watson's voice came from the speaker.

McCoff took the mobile phone from the agent, and said casually: "There is a surveillance camera on the building to your left, have you seen it?"

"Who are you? Who's talking?"

Isabella could imagine the expression on the military doctor's face at this moment, and she couldn't help laughing silently. Her shoulders twitched, causing McCoff to turn his head to look at her.

"Did you see that camera, Dr. Watson?"

"Yes, I saw it."

"Look, there's another camera on the building opposite you, have you seen it?" Mycroft still said in that soft but unquestionable tone, "Finally, on the roof of the building on your right..."

"How did you do it?" Watson asked warily.

"Get in the car, Dr. Watson, I don't want to make any threats, but I'm sure you are quite aware of your situation." Only Mycroft could say threatening words in a calm and gentle tone. Nice uptick.

The agent watched the surveillance carefully and reported: "Boss, he's in the car."

At the same time, the driver returned to the car with almost a large bag of freshly baked bread and cakes. Isabella was shocked by the bread and thought for a while that he might have robbed the bakery.

"I don't know which one you like, Your Highness... so I bought some of them." The driver explained.

"..." Isabella didn't know what to say, a large pile of bread was stuffed into her arms, she said dryly, "Thank you, but the owner of that bakery seems to be me."

"Eat whatever you want first," Mycroft directed the driver to the nearby abandoned underground garage. "I've already booked a restaurant, which is the one you like."

The little black car drove slowly into the underground garage. Isabella sat in the car and watched the agents move chairs and put them in the center of the garage. Mycroft held a black umbrella and stood in a rather coquettish posture. opposite.

Another little black car stopped, and Dr. Watson arrived late,

Pointing to the chair with the black umbrella, Mycroft said, "Please sit down, John."

"You know, I have a cell phone, I mean, you're very smart about it, but you can call me directly, call my cell phone." Watson limped over. Standing straight and walking, it can be seen that he is indeed a soldier of the British Empire who has experienced the baptism of artillery fire.

Isabella tore off the wrapper of the strawberry jam donut and stuffed it into her mouth.She didn't like this kind of abandoned underground garage. The damp smell of fermented gasoline and dust reminded her of the attack planned by Claire Green. Broken bones and muddy organs were scattered here and there.

"Brave is a kinder way of saying stupid, don't you think?"

"I'm the closest thing Sherlock Holmes has to a friend."

"I worry about him, every now and then."

Isabella threw the strawberry jam donut into a plastic bag with trembling hands after taking a bite. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. The driver and the agent were still in the car. abnormal.

"Our relationship, you might call it...difficult."

"Most people are running around in this city, and all they see are streets, shops and cars. When you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you see the battlefield."

"You are not troubled by the war, Dr. Watson, you miss it. Welcome back."

Cold sweat gradually dripped from her head, she clenched her teeth until her teeth began to chatter, she never felt that such a dark and deep underground garage was so scary, with the narrow ceiling, bad smell and cold feeling, she Successive life-and-death crises happened underground, and Isabella had no choice but to temporarily hide herself in the memory palace to escape these fears.

Anthea was in charge of sending Watson back to 221B, while Mycroft walked away gradually with a small black umbrella.

"Wow—"

The big sack of bread that was already crumbling finally slipped from her lap and spilled over the back seat of the car. The agent in the co-pilot turned around when he heard the sound, and turned pale with fright. He asked in panic, "Your Highness? What's wrong with you, Your Highness? What's wrong with you?"

Isabella's face was pale, her forehead hair was wet with cold sweat, and strands stuck to her forehead. The smell of blood and gunpowder smoke entangled her. The perfect psychological evaluation form that she filled out on her own cleverness and purpose was still deceived. Herself.

She seemed to have fallen into the most boundless darkness, layers of dreams were superimposed, but each layer could dream of the killer who was shot through the heart by her, and the dazzling red blood sprayed her whole body.

Suddenly, a pair of dry and warm hands covered her eyes, so that she would not force herself to relive the pain of the past, just like McCauf used the injured hand to cover her eyes, Isabella suddenly came from Break free from nightmares.

She panted heavily, opened her eyes, but there was still darkness in front of her eyes, Isabella turned her head stiffly, only to find that she was leaning against McCoff's arms, and it was him who stood in front of her eyes hands.

The little black car had left the underground parking garage and drove into the brightly lit bustling city. Isabella buried her face in McCoff's neck. The cold sweat made her feel cold, and she urgently needed a warm source of heat.

"Sorry," Mycroft apologized sincerely, his words were full of remorse and self-blame, "I should have anticipated your situation, I shouldn't have brought you here."

"..." Isabella half-closed her eyes weakly, "...where are we going?"

"Pall Mall," Mycroft patted her on the back with one hand, "you're not doing well."

"But you promised me," Isabella protested softly, unable to hide the loss in her words, "let's have dinner together, we haven't seen each other for a week."

"Yes, I promise you," Mycroft sighed, "I'll have the waiter deliver the food home."

The driver and the agent driving ahead didn't dare to vent their anger, they only hated why they had grown ears.The private love affair between Sherlock Holmes and Her Royal Highness is definitely among the top five top-secret information in the Military Intelligence Department.

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