[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Francis had never met Mycroft's younger brother, Sherlock Holmes, before, but he had heard him often complain about how bad his younger brother was and how disobedient he was.

Seeing him like this today, Sherlock deserves a beating more than she imagined.

"Hello, Her Royal Highness Princess Francis, Ms. Philip." As Inspector Lestrade certainly recognized Francis and Zara. It will be the most talked about case since the Yorkshire Butcher.

"Good day, Inspector." Francis nodded politely. "You came very quickly. I think this case is putting a lot of pressure on Scotland Yard."

Before Lestrade could speak, Sherlock said, "What do you think of this murder, Miss Frances?"

"Sherlock!!" Lestrade almost jumped up to cover Sherlock's mouth, he lowered his voice towards Sherlock, "For God's sake, this is the Princess of Wales..."

"Whether she's a princess, queen, or prime minister, it doesn't matter to me." Sherlock said quickly, his eyes on Francis, "Tell me, I need your opinion."

Zara was blown away by this rude man, especially when he was pressing Francis every step of the way. She said with a sullen face, "This matter has nothing to do with us, sir."

"It's okay, Zara." Francis reassured Zara, she didn't care about Sherlock's directness, "This deceased, Marian Chalpes, imitated Anne Chapman, the third deceased of Jack the Ripper. , Pullman's throat was slit open, and her abdomen was cut open. Her intestines were thrown onto her right shoulder, and part of her uterus and abdomen were cut off by the murderer. There were obvious strangulation marks on her neck. When I found her, basically Chalpus fits the bill, and if the autopsy comes out and the uterus is partially removed, it's basically a Jack the Ripper imitation. But he doesn't have a complete reenactment of the scene, so it's not just trying to imitate Jack the Ripper, I think The murderer has a more personal relationship with this Miss Chalpes. I think he should be a white British man, who lives in London, handsome, tall, at least about 6 to 6.2 feet, left-handed, with good education and birth .”

The rest of the people, including Zara, looked at Francis in surprise.

Every time Francis said something, Sherlock's eyes lit up. She shrugged and concluded: "I come from a scientific background. Scientists like to make bold assumptions and verify them carefully."

"You know how to profile." Sherlock looked Francis up and down, his disrespectful gaze almost preventing Zara from jumping up and punching him.

She is a princess, she had an unfortunate childhood, her mother died young, her brothers were harmonious, she was in the physics lab all the year round, she was proficient in computers and profiling, she had research on crime, and she had a high IQ...

"Look, there are half-thinking people here." Sherlock glanced at Lestrade, took off his gloves, and stretched out his hand to straighten his coat.

"What did you find, Sherlock?"

"Can't you use your brains, Lestrade?"

"..."

Lestrade looked at Sherlock helplessly, while Sherlock looked impatient.

"This Marian Chalpes is the horse trainer here, 42 years old, divorced, the reason for the divorce is because of her private life. Andsheis right (and she is right), this case is more personal. You should Check her lovers. Let's start with the boss here. Although he is not a murderer."

Romeo Jeffrey: ...

Sherlock didn't look at the man's face, he said to Francis, "Sherlock Holmes."

"Francis Mountbatten Windsor. Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes." Francis raised his eyebrows. It seems that this little Mr. Holmes is still a perfect gentleman, and the point is to whom.

Sherlock looked at Francis again, and said firmly, "You know the fat man."

Fatty?

Francis raised his eyebrows. Thinking of Mycroft's slightly protruding belly and receding hairline, he couldn't help but laugh: "Yes. Mr. Big Holmes is indeed overweight, but compared to the first time we met, he has already I've lost a lot of weight. It's just that the hairline is a little farther back."

"Obviously. His dentist and tailor would like to commit suicide." Sherlock snorted coldly.

"Haha, it can be seen." Francis laughed heartily twice, she felt a little sympathetic to McCoff, haha.

Francis took out his notepad and left a phone call for Sherlock.

"Maybe we can find something fun together next time."

"London is boring to death." Sherlock had already figured out the day when Francis would return from America, and readily agreed to her proposal.

What's the fun with the goldfish.

Francis and Zara soon left, after all, their status is special.

"Siss, you seem to like that Mr. Strange very much?"

Francis sat comfortably on the cushions in the car: "Yeah, he's interesting. I like him a lot."

It is easy to see the shadow of Mycroft in Sherlock. Compared with McCoff, he is more naive, more unscrupulous, and more kind.

It's not hard to see the sparkle in Sherlock that hides his rudeness and arrogance.

Even though she spent less than half an hour with him.

She could observe Sherlock Holmes, who had transformed from a flat name in his ear to a living person.

Obviously, Sherlock Holmes is an indifferent and withdrawn person. Although he doesn't care about making friends, he cherishes friendship and sticks to what he sees, but he also has a sense of humor. To uncover the mystery of the case, he is usually calm and not easy to be emotional, and his conceit sometimes borders on arrogance.He has super powers of observation and deductive reasoning.

He is more real than anyone else in this world.

This is what she admires and envies most about Sherlock.

She pressed her fingers on the keypad of the phone calmly.

When Zara and Francis returned to Windsor Castle, they happened to meet the two brothers William and Harry in the garden.

"Hey Zara, Siss, did you enjoy the ride?" William greeted the girls with a smile.

Francis felt that if William's hair loss was an indication of his happiness, he was really happy now.

I remember when my mother was still there, she and Harry secretly discussed at what age William would lose his hair.

William said that this is really a group of brothers and sisters.

After all, the genes of his grandfather and father are there, and it is a joy to hear that William will lose his hair.

Harry, on the other hand, was lucky enough to escape England's hair loss gene, and his hair should not be too thick.

"Stop talking about it, something bad happened," Zara said.

The two boys immediately gathered around.

"What's the matter, Zara? Siss, are you all right?" Harry eyed his sister, and Frances seemed to be in a good mood.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with Siss, she's fascinated by a man." Zara immediately teased Francis, completely oblivious to the gloomy faces of the boys.

"It's not that exaggerated." Francis rolled his eyes. "I just thought he was interesting. Out of a respectful appreciation."

"To be honest, although he looks good, he is not a gentleman at all, and his personality is also very strange."

"Wait..." Harry spoke before Francis. Damn his sister took a fancy to a man who sounded strange. "What man? Siss?"

Harry felt the need to change into his uniform and his gun and shoot the man.

"Zara and I went riding today and there was a murder at the stables. A friend of the detective from Scotland Yard came to help with the investigation. I happened to know his brother, so we had a chat. Not what Zara thought."

Zara said: "But you admit that you like him."

"Yes." Francis said kindly, "I like you and my dear brothers too."

William raised his eyebrows: "Wow, I thought I could witness your first love."

"It's as true as it sounds." Zara teased William.

She didn't believe the nonsense of the two sisters with the highest status in the British corrupt country.

"If that's the case, then that gentleman wasn't my first love either." Francis raised her chin at her brothers with her arms folded across her chest, "My first love was when I was 8 years old."

"What?!" William and Harry asked.

Francis complained to Zara: "Are the boys always in their own world?"

"Yes, I only found out who Peter's girlfriend was a month before he was going to get married."

Francis patted his brothers on the shoulder with a smile: "I'm kidding. I'm not like a 16-year-old boy who kisses a little girl."

William breathed a sigh of relief: "You can tell that boy you like that he is safe now."

"Seriously?"

They made a fuss in the garden for a while and didn't go in until dinner was ready.

"Honestly, I kind of like him - FMW (Frances Mountbatten Windsor)"

Mycroft looked down at the text messages coming from his phone. He was sitting on the sofa, looking at the England-patterned pillows, playing with the handle of his umbrella with one hand.

After he heard a tantrum-like up-stairs, Mycroft raised his calm eyes, his perfect mask.

"Welcome back, Sherlock."

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