[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"Strange symbols..." Isabella said.

Coming out of the bank, Sherlock strode ahead, and he said calmly, "The graffiti is a message for someone who works in the bank or the trading floor. We need to find the person who received the message."

"Edward Van Kuen?" Isabella said the name first.

Watson looked at the two of them in confusion again, feeling that he could not keep up with the thoughts of the two of them at all. He followed Sherlock to look around the whole time in the bank, but he had no idea how he got the useful information. .

"Yes."

"Wait...there are 300 staff members in the trading floor, how do you know?" Watson looked left at Sherlock, who was impatient, and at Isabella, who was deep in thought, and felt the two high IQs. Ruthless crushing on oneself.

"Pillars and screens, there are only a few places where you can see that information, which greatly narrows the scope. The information was left at 11:34 last night. It tells us a lot. Traders come to work at any time. Some transactions with Hong Kong At midnight, that information is reserved for people who come to work at midnight," Sherlock quickly explained, "There are not many people named Van Kuhn in the phone yellow pages."

"Brilliant." Watson said subconsciously.

Sherlock looked back at him in surprise, pursed his lips unnaturally for a while, "...what do you mean?"

"Your reasoning," said Watson.

"..." Sherlock turned his head to the other side, "Thank you."

"What's the matter? Has no one praised your reasoning as wonderful?" Watson looked at Sherlock's reaction in wonder, "Oh, by the way, Isabella, what you just said in that guy's office was too much. Alright, I'm so relieved."

"Thank you, John," Isabella smiled from the bottom of her heart, "I just hate his disrespectful attitude. In addition, when faced with Sherlock's reasoning, perhaps more people will only reply to him. One word."

"What?" Watson subconsciously asked.

"Freak." Sherlock continued blankly.

"Great, I think John and you have a good understanding." Isabella said with emotion, "It's getting late, are you going to visit Van Kuen's house?"

"Oh, don't tell me you have an appointment," Sherlock frowned, and looked her sharply from head to toe. "Is there a new development in that matter?"

"Yes, according to the news just now, someone gave me a voice recorder from that year."

"Then you're going to that boring party again?" Sherlock waved his hand neatly, "TAXI—"

"Uh, then, goodbye, Isabella." Watson looked at her, always feeling that there was something under Isabella's calm surface.

"Goodbye, John."

Isabella called another taxi and went straight to her manor on BlackRock Avenue. As usual, the rose party required wearing a mask, and she didn't intend to go there as Rosie.

Perhaps because it is close to the urban area, the area of ​​the manor is not too large, but it is very popular with Isabella, because several hectares of red roses are planted around the manor, which was sent by McCoff. Gift for her 24th birthday.Standing on the terrace at the top of the manor and looking down, you can just see the waves of roses in full bloom, wrapping the whole manor into your arms.

For tonight's party, Isabella was very cautious. First, she painted her face with special effects makeup, and then carefully put on the golden mask. This mask didn't fit her aesthetics very well, but it was gregarious enough. Gold, precious stones, and diamonds are the eternal themes among a group of wealthy dudes.

Isabella hesitated for a moment, and before going out, she took off the pearl earrings on her ears, which were Princess Diana's pair, and put them in the small bag she carried.

"Your Highness." The butler stood quietly at the door with downcast eyes, waiting for orders.

The butler brought out from the palace is responsible for his duties. He is not only responsible for managing the garden, watching the flower growers pruning the branches and watering and fertilizing the delicate roses every day, but also regularly recruiting people to take care of the rabbit wool carpet and feed Her Royal Highness's most beloved horse. .

"Langlos," Isabella called out his name, "Is there anything going on in the manor recently? Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine, Your Highness." Although the butler lives in the manor every day, there are not many days when he can really meet Her Royal Highness living in the manor honestly, but he is a qualified and loyal servant, so it shouldn't be said He was absolutely tight-lipped about things, and would never say anything.

"Okay," Isabella nodded with satisfaction, "I still have some things to do, don't forget to take Joshua out for a walk every day."

"Following your instructions, I will take it for a run on the grass in the suburbs every day. It likes the grass there very much."

"Thank you, this helped me a lot, Lanlos."

……

It was already night, and there were all kinds of luxury cars parked in front of Anola's bar, with all kinds of expensive to rare car logos, which could almost afford a luxury car show.

The waiters in black tuxedos all wore lacquered red bow ties, and their brilliant golden hair was pinned obediently behind their heads with a headband. They verified the ID cards held by the people who entered the venue, and paid tribute to everyone. The distinguished guests entering the venue put a freshly picked freesia on their skirts. The white freesia raised its head slightly, and the pure petals carried a light and refreshing fragrance.

People who party all night can tell how long each other has been at the party by the yellow fringe of flowers on each other's skirts, and flowers that are no longer fresh and bow their heads.

Isabella let the waiter pin her a freesia, she raised her head and walked to the depths of the bar.

The place where the line of sight touches is full of glittering and gorgeous masks, ranging from half-covered, full-covered and half-covered masks, to different materials of masks, including retro and elegant traditional Venetian masks, and cute cartoon masks that make people laugh. Isabel Ra sat alone on the edge of the bar and ordered a low-alcohol drink.

Most people here think that their information is well protected, and that as long as they put on a mask, no one will recognize themselves. On weekdays, those heirs of the upper class who are well-dressed and gentlemen hide their faces. All of them reveal the depths of human nature.

Their thoughts are taken for granted, and the rose party will protect their personal privacy.However, in Isabella's eyes, the masks these people used to cover up their identities were nothing more than empty shells. Under her wise eyes, those people's identities were revealed to her unreservedly like a blank sheet of paper.

And Isabella didn't intend to go straight to the Hill brothers and sisters when she entered the rose party this time. She hoped that no one would know herself here.

She hadn't seen Auston for a long time, and whether it was out of guilt or because of Mycroft's warning, Auston almost obviously avoided her.

Isabella raised her head and looked at the man in the middle of the hall wearing a sterling silver mask. His overly long hair was tied into a small braid behind his ears. The Hill Group, which was taken over by Alston Hill, has recently been in business. The progress was not going well, and the ores that had signed the contract were all returned by the other party for various inexplicable reasons. For this reason, Auston Hill faced the aggressive people at the shareholder meeting and spent a lot of time and money to settle this matter. thing.

Carol Hill is completely unaffected by her brother, and she still enjoys talking on the phone with Isabella. After returning to London from Iceland, she specially gave Isabella a whole bear fur for her birthday. Gift.

Although there were a large number of people at the banquet, it was not noisy. These people still maintained the minimum social courtesy of British gentlemen in their bones.

In the eyes of outsiders, the woman sitting in the corner of the bar is no different from the others here, with the same luxurious mask, the same dress taste, and even the clothing brands are the most luxurious brands of these rich kids.

Isabella was bored and tapped the counter again and again with the diamond-encrusted nails that she had just put on in the afternoon. In addition to sitting there trying not to use her hands like a loser, it also makes her fingernails feel stuffy like glue.

She was waiting for someone, the person who sold her information.

Suddenly, there was a commotion from the crowd. The noise was not too loud, but in the eyes of those who claimed to be elegant, it was already considered noisy.Isabella couldn't help but look back.

In the middle of the crowd stood a man of short stature. The most eye-catching thing was that the mask on his face turned out to be a plain white mask with no decorations, as if it was a half-finished product. an alternative.

He stands in the center of the glamorous party, and the colorful lights hit his mask, using the porcelain white mask as a canvas, and the colorful colors take turns to add a bit of mystery to it.

The man was wearing a well-fitting WESTWOOD suit, and he just stood there like a regal, and it was hard not to notice him.

Isabella was very confused. She searched in her memory palace. She had already turned off the newcomer review for the rose party, and in her impression, no member of the club had such a strong aura. When a man looks around, it's like he's in his own empire.

She secretly observed the man through the crowd, but he suddenly turned his head and looked directly at her. After a while, he smiled slowly.

Isabella felt absurd that she thought a mask was laughing, absurd!How could the mask be smiling?

"I also like this position very much," the man suddenly appeared beside her, sat down next to her familiarly, and said happily, "Although he is hidden in the dark, he can control the entire bar, can't he?"

Isabella knew that the man in front of her had used a voice changer, and she said calmly, "Are you interested in this position, or are you here for me, sir?"

"Both," the man ordered a shot of tequila, "nice to meet you. Rosie dear."

Isabella's heart skipped a beat, and she dealt with him with full vigilance. She had a hunch that this man was more dangerous than she had imagined.

"Relax, just have a drink together." Even the weird voice changer couldn't change the joy in the man's voice.His rising tail sounds extremely insolent.

Very typical conceited, proud, high-profile, and a little coquettish, Isabella recognized the man opposite from the faint smell of perfume on his body, the mask could not cover her eyes, Isabella wore it specially He wore a pair of black colored contact lenses, but the flash of shock still did not escape the man's gaze.

"Moriarty, is that so?" Although it was a rhetorical question, the affirmation in it was self-evident.

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