[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"in argument?"

Sherlock lazily nestled his whole body into the sofa, reading with a book in one hand, he had already known this conclusion from Isabella's heavier footsteps on the stairs than usual, so Xia Locke Locke didn't even raise his eyelids, so he asked casually.

Isabella pushed aside the chemicals he piled on the sofa, picked up the empty cup on the table, sniffed it suspiciously, and said, "Oh, what did you put in this cup? There is a normal empty cup. Cup?"

"It's all normal," Sherlock said.

"I mean the cups that didn't leave those chemicals in, the ones you can drink from."

"So you came to 221B early in the morning just to drink a glass of white water without additives?" Sherlock put down the book and looked at her with mentally handicapped eyes.

"Of course not, I just want to ask if you still accept the commission." Isabella opened the refrigerator, ignored the frozen head inside, and found a bottle of soda.

"Whose commission, yours?" Sherlock stretched, "Tell me."

She unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of the ice soda, felt the heat was a little lighter, moistened her throat, and said, "Suddenly there is a postcard in the suitcase I brought back from school, signed by M, I want to ask Do you know any terrorist with the abbreviation M?"

"Of course, it's very simple, you slept with him last night." Sherlock said flatly, and the reasoning time didn't even take a second.

"Ahem, cough," Isabella choked on a big mouthful of Coke, she stared at Sherlock, who raised his eyebrows and showed an innocent smile, "It's not Mycroft, I'm sure the scent on the postcard is Napoleon water, do you think your brother looks like someone who wears that kind of high-profile perfume? Also, postcards with MISSME written all over them in red ink are not like him.”

"Maybe it's someone who has a crush on you, boring adolescence." Sherlock lost interest, and he picked up the book again.

"Obviously this M, and Mycroft knows it, his expression is like an enemy, and he shows a strong intention to refuse me to intervene. Sherlock, can't you really think who this person is?"

"M, who? Jasmine?" Sherlock's tone was flat, but he quickly thought of a name, his expression swept away the previous casualness, he put down the book suddenly, and said excitedly, "Oh, I know who it is, M, Mo Riati?"

"Moriarty?" She repeated the unfamiliar name, shaking her head. "I'm sure this is the first time I've heard of him, so who is this guy?"

"I'm still checking." Sherlock sat up straight, "Do you remember the taxi driver before? He told me a name."

"what?"

"Moriarty, he said that the person who ordered him was Moriarty," Sherlock finally woke up from the state of low spirits in the morning, and he almost stood up and danced in the room, "Interesting, yes, it is Him, Moriarty."

"Calm down, Sherlock," Isabella said worriedly, "I don't want to deal with terrorists just yet."

"Don't worry, the control freak of the fat man will definitely guarantee your safety 24 hours a day." Sherlock turned around and greeted Watson who appeared at the door. "Oh, John, you've been away for a long time."

Watson nodded to Isabella, and looked at the woman who appeared in 221B early in the morning with some surprise, but the kind military doctor didn't ask any more questions, but replied: "Yes, I haven't bought anything yet."

"What? Why?" Sherlock was puzzled.

"Because I had a quarrel, in the store," Watson was speechless, "with the automatic recognition machine."

"Are you arguing with the machine?" Sherlock expressed surprise.

"Basically, it's sitting there and I'm swearing. Got cash?"

"Uh, are you talking about the supermarket downstairs?" Isabella said with a smile, "Use this card first, maybe I should open up a manual passage later."

Watson looked hesitantly at a card she handed over, and he turned to look at Sherlock as if asking for help.

"Take it, she owns the store anyway." Sherlock refocused on the book.

"What?!" Watson seemed to feel that he was hallucinating. He began to wonder if everyone else in this world is rich except him, who is poor.

"The street downstairs, except for the video store in the corner," Isabella said mischievously as she stuffed the card into Watson's hand, "is mine. So, you can go wherever you want."

"Wait..." Watson opened his mouth wide, but he still hadn't recovered, "All? Uh, so, Isabella, are you..."

"What is it?" She waited curiously for Watson to say the next word.

"I don't know, maybe a businesswoman. Or a wealthy heiress."

"No, I'm just an investor and I'm still studying." Isabella said with a smile.

Watson deeply felt the malice of the bourgeoisie. He sighed, looked at Sherlock who was reading a book calmly, and couldn't help saying: "You can go to the supermarket by yourself, you have been sitting there all morning. Now, since I left, you haven't even moved, what happened to the case given by others, the Aria diamond case?"

"Judging from the marks on the ground and the nicks on the table, he might have just had a fight with someone this morning." Isabella exposed him mercilessly.

"God, with whom? Sherlock?" Watson was very surprised.

"It's nothing, I'm not interested in that case, I sent them a message." Sherlock put the book away.

"Is that my computer?"

"Of course. Mine is in the bedroom." Sherlock said confidently.

"Can't you get up? Is there a password for my computer?"

"I guessed it in less than a minute. Not sure at all."

Isabella watched Watson step forward quickly with a displeased face, and took the computer away from Sherlock.

"Just get used to it," she reassured Watson. "He's always like this."

"Ummmm...was he like this when you were in college? I mean Sherlock?" Watson asked suspiciously.

"Oh, if you mean the unlock password, no, the password I set is very safe." Isabella raised her eyebrows and said with a smile.

Sherlock suddenly raised his head and retorted: "No, that's because your computer has nothing worth my time to look at. Boring economics documents will only slow down my brain, and only fat people can store so much money in my brain. What a useless thing."

"OK, Well," Watson sat on the sofa, looked down at his fingers, and said after a long time of deliberation, "ummmm, Sherlock, can you lend me some cash...are you listening?"

Sherlock propped his hands into the shape of a pyramid. He took a quick look at Isabella and said to himself, "I'm going to the bank. Shall we go together?"

"New case?" Isabella asked back.

"Comeon, I know you don't want to go home anyway," Sherlock picked up the long trench coat, and he stood at the door and issued another invitation, "You don't want to see that fat man's face again in the near future, do you? Come on, I know you've been busy recently."

"Well, I feel like I haven't solved the case with you for a long, long time."

……

London's bustling financial trading center is indeed the heart of an old capitalist empire, with magnificent bright high-rise buildings, well-dressed financial elites, and people coming and going exchanging recent stocks and bonds in English, French and even Spanish.

Watson couldn't help looking around, he always felt that he was out of place in this kind of place.

In the office, Sherlock met the client this time.

"Oh, how long has it been since you met? Has it been eight years?" Sebastian held Sherlock's hand enthusiastically, and was surprised when he saw Isabella. He was quite respectful Straight past Watson, he stretched out his hand to her, "My God, why didn't you tell me in advance this time? Is there something wrong with your previous financial management?"

"No, I'm just going to take a look with my friends." Isabella withdrew her hand as soon as they shook hands.

"This is my friend, John Watson." Sherlock introduced.

"Friend?" Sebastian repeated in surprise.

"Colleague." Watson corrected.

"Sit down wherever you want," Sebastian ordered his subordinates to pour tea for them, and his eyes kept falling on Isabella, he said awkwardly, "I really didn't expect you to come, I don't know your service to our bank How is the evaluation?"

"Very good, very safe." Isabella said tactfully, her attitude was not close, and she seemed very reticent.

"You seem to have a good life, often go abroad?" Sherlock said sharply, "Flying around the world twice in one month."

"Oh yes, you're playing that kind of trick," Sebastian said in a flirtatious tone, pointing his index finger at Sherlock very disrespectfully, he tilted his head and explained to John, "This guy used to play Such a trick."

"It's not a trick..." Sherlock's voice was low, obviously angry.

"He can look at you and tell you all about your life, he scares everybody, we hate him, and then when we're having breakfast in the lobby, this freak can tell you about your fooling around last night."

"I'm just observing." Sherlock emphasized.

"Go on, enlighten me, travel twice a month, and go around the earth in a big circle, quite correct, how can you tell?" Sebastian teased, blocking Sherlock's words, "Are you going to say that I There's a stain on the tie from a special sauce that's only available in Manhattan?"

"Do not……"

"That's the stain on my shoe?" Sebastian said contemptuously, as if to say look I know your tricks.

"I..." Sherlock was about to speak when Isabella stood up suddenly and had a more arrogant attitude than Sebastian.

"I'm sorry but allow me to answer for Sherlock. After all, it's really not a problem. Your watch has the right time, but the date is wrong. Is it because you crossed the date line twice? And your watch, I If I remember correctly, a new model will be launched within a month? The Breitling watch, the price is not bad, but it is very suitable for people in the financial industry to wear and play." Isabella looked calm, as if the expensive watch was in her It was indeed just a toy in her eyes, and she didn't even know how much she looked like Mycroft now, that kind of arrogance that lifted weight lightly, and the pity that looked down on all living beings from above was enough to make Sebastian's face turn red and then pale.

"Speaking of which, you also graduated from Cambridge University? Judging from the bank you work in...you must have graduated from the best economics major in Cambridge University, but I haven't heard Sarah's tutor say that you are among the seniors. Maybe I should go back and look it up again? But these are small things," Isabella watched the other party speechless with satisfaction, and calmly made up the last knife, "The most important thing right now is that I I have always thought that your bank’s services are pretty good, at least there are no stupid people that I can’t stand, but now I doubt it, it’s not a smart person to ask someone to reveal the answer to such a thing as traveling around the world twice in a month way, isn't it?"

This passage was so well said that John really wanted to applaud her immediately. The combination of the just-right arrogant smile and the indifferent tone that was about to freeze, really deserves to be a person who owns a whole Baker Street asset.

"Uh... ma'am, I'm sorry." Sebastian's head was dripping with cold sweat. The big customer in front of him was definitely not something he could afford to offend. This lady named Rosie would buy a lot of money from their bank every year. Financial products and storing huge amounts of cash.Obviously, this rich lady has a close relationship with Sherlock, and she satirizes herself openly and secretly in order to stand out for Sherlock.

He definitely lost his mind on business trips one after another, and even misjudged the relationship between Sherlock and her. He thought that no one could bear that freak, so if he made fun of him in front of others, others would only agree with him.

When Sebastian was in Cambridge University, he was used to mocking Sherlock with his classmates, so he thought that everyone in the world was like him, avoiding this kind of "freak".

"I didn't mean that, Sherlock, I'm sorry, I apologize to you," Sebastian turned to Sherlock for help, "You know, this is just a joke, I mean no harm."

"You'd better," Isabella said coldly, and she remained silent for the rest of the time, "I have no right to forgive Sherlock. You go on with your business. As for the relationship with I will consider the follow-up contract with your bank again."

Sherlock pursed his lips and glanced at her. Although Isabella looked mean and unapproachable all the time, she must know that Sherlock must be secretly happy in his heart.A few years before she met him, she had seen through that the two brothers were more awkward than the other.

She hated being called a Sherlock freak, and she hated being told behind his back that Mycroft was bossy and repulsively smart, and while the two of them probably didn't care what anyone said anymore, Isabella wasn't a good temper , usually when encountering such a situation, she would go straight back.

After that, Sebastian really became a lot more honest, followed the rules sternly, and put away his casual and frivolous attitude. You must know that at the beginning, if Isabella hadn't come with him, he didn't even have tea Going to Sherlock and John.

"It's like this..." Sebastian slowly said his commission.

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(There are still a few people who can really recognize Isabella as a princess in daily life. The heroine is very low-key, and rarely appears in the public eye except for the video interviewed before. In addition, makeup, clothes and jewelry are added during the interview. Cheng, normal people who haven't been in contact with her generally can't recognize her.)

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