[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"After the hugely dramatic event three years ago - the Sherlock 'family secret' case, I remind you - this is one of the rare times he's opened up about it. thing.

That was after he solved a tragic family serial murder case. I can guarantee that it is difficult to see something more unbelievable in my career. Of course, Sherlock still used his perfect reasoning to find the manipulator behind the scenes Or, to the awe of those arrogant French policemen.On the plane back from Nice, I couldn't help feeling:

'How terrible, who would have thought that she would do such a thing for the sake of the so-called blood!It's hard to imagine anyone believing in pure blood in this day and age. '

'Yes, I believe in pure blood. ' Sherlock held a book in one hand, staring at the pages with a frown.

'Wait... what did you say?Do you believe in pure blood? ’ I looked at him in surprise, ‘Are you saying that you will marry your sister to guarantee the supreme purity of the Holmes family? '

As soon as the words came out, I couldn't help but regret, knowing that 'Dongfeng' was still imprisoned in Sherringford, I don't know if Sherlock talked to Mycroft about it, but he never told me about his What does my sister who likes to play with people think, such as whether he has forgiven her, how he feels about her sentence, or who thinks he or she is smarter, etc. Uh, maybe except for the last one, we all know the answer.

'I believe in the inheritance of blood, the evolution process of human beings is to pass on their own blood better, I think human beings must be unhappy with the fact that their offspring have to carry half of other people's genes at the beginning of their generation-if they were If you know, but this is something that has to be done for evolution, allowing nature to select more competitive genes, and the essence of evolution is to be able to pass on genes for a longer period of time.Once they get the chance, they will want to pass on their genes intact, as some bacteria do. He raised his head from the book, finished his speech quickly, then lowered his head and added: "So, I will not marry 'Dongfeng'. If I want to pass on to future generations, I will choose Ke/Long. Legal, I know. '

I imagined the scene of the old Sherlock cloning himself-who can expect him to raise children-I couldn't help but shiver, maybe he can really do such a thing that violates social ethics , but as Sherlock's friend, I guess I'm used to him thinking differently.

No, maybe I'm not used to it yet.

'Oh, I'm sorry, Sherlock, I shouldn't have brought up Olos, but you shouldn't have put me off like this, I'd never want to clone myself in my life, I...'

'My God, Watson. 'Sherlock still didn't look up, and he didn't show any expression, but I knew he was going to want to roll his eyes.

'Well, I still disagree with your theory,' I sighed, 'I'm sorry... about you and Olos, I shouldn't have mentioned it.You must not have gotten over that and you don't even want to mention her name. '

Sherlock finally paid his precious attention to me, if only for a few seconds.He stared at me meaningfully for a moment, then looked down again, which was Sherlock Holmes' way of expressing surprise, disbelief, contempt, which meant that I had made a mistake, again.

'Just to be clear...' He said slowly, 'I will go to Sherringford to meet with 'Dongfeng' at least once a month. '

'What? !How can it be? ’ I was amazed, ‘McCoff would allow this to happen? '

'Actually,' he went on slowly, if he spoke slowly and drawn out like he is now—how do you think yourself talking to a crawling baby?And when the baby knocked the bowl over on the rug again.

’ In fact, it was Mycroft who forced me to go, because he wanted to give Dongfeng some fun so she could settle down.By the way, she likes to be called 'Dongfeng'. '

'Oh, that's nice,' I said dryly, 'I guess you've forgiven her, though she's gone too far, but she's bleeding like you, because you're with Sophia ( The murderer in this case) is also a blood worshiper. '

'I know what you're trying to say,' he said with rare exasperation, 'do you think I'd be able to treat her like nothing happened after she killed so many people - just because she didn't understand the world damn well she?Just because she's my sister doesn't mean I'll treat her the way I treat McCoff. '

Looks like Sherlock thinks he's been nice to Mycroft, but I shouldn't be kidding about that now.

'Well, yes, she almost killed me, if you remember. '

' She totally humiliated me and played us around. '

'Uh... yeah. '

'Yes. ' Sherlock returned to his expressionless face, and moved his eyes back to the book.

There was an awkwardness in the air because our friend, one of the victims in that incident five years ago, I didn't know if she would like to be in my book, so I used M instead of her name , in my blog post "The 'Eastern Wind' Is Coming" I wrote about this incident..."

"Well, I think that's all for today."

Joseph stopped suddenly, looked up from the book and looked at the woman on the hospital bed.The white quilt completely wrapped her up, revealing only her brown hair and a thin and pale face.She was breathing evenly and her eyes were closed tightly, as if she wasn't the one who interrupted Joseph just now.

"Okay, Mo. Do you want me to close the curtains?" He closed the book and stood up.

"No, thank you." Jasmine opened her eyes, "I don't want to sleep, it's just... I don't want you to read."

"Okay," Joseph sighed softly, "then we will..."

"I mean, Joseph," Molly looked at him with her dark brown eyes, sunken in their sockets and high in her cheekbones, which made her eyes look unnervingly large. "I am very grateful that you have been reading to me these days. You read very well. I have nothing to do now... Anyway, I am very grateful. I will talk to Esposito."

"Oh, don't tell you you're starting to hate my Italian accent." Joseph made an exaggerated heartache.

He is actually British, and he has only worked in Naples for five or six years, but somehow he was infected, and when he speaks English to his fellow Englishmen, he has a hint of exoticism.

"No, no, don't think so." Jasmine hurriedly explained, straightening her body, which made her seem a little struggling, "You know that's not what I mean, I just think... there is no need to read any more, because..."

She opened her mouth, but suddenly she didn't know what to say, she closed her mouth again, lay back on the bed, and quickly added softly: "It's because of me."

"I understand." Joseph came to the bed, comforted her gently, and put the quilt back on. "I have to say, these books are very interesting, "Interview with Sherlock Holmes", I thoroughly enjoyed the process of reading this, so you don't have to speak well of me to Mr. Esposito."

He waved his hand to stop Jasmine who was about to say anything, and continued, "But I think you, too, find them very interesting. You should see your expression, when Sherlock Holmes said he was a child, and When Mycroft commented on Sherlock..."

Joseph made an exaggerated smirk like a mental retardation, "It's like..."

"No—" Jasmine laughed out loud in surprise, and a little blood appeared on her cheeks, "I'm not like this."

"Like falling in love."

She still had a trace of a smile on her face and suddenly stopped at this moment, as if the air had stopped flowing, which made Joseph a little panicked.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be joking." He hurriedly stood up from the chair, "You don't look well, I'll call—"

"Joseph," Jasmine grabbed his hand. It was hard to imagine that a woman who had been lying in a hospital bed for a year would suddenly have such strength, "Don't bother them, I'm fine."

She seemed to be back to normal, and Joseph couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.He has been working as a nurse in this high-end nursing home in Naples for five or six years. He is usually humorous and enthusiastic, and he is a handsome foreigner. Almost all the patients like him. The language barrier does not reduce his charm at all. Some hints were received from relatives of patients.

This Miss Jasmine Amber was admitted to a nursing home a year ago, and he, who is also British, naturally became her nurse.She seemed to have no relatives, was in poor health, and did not speak much, except for a stern-faced Englishman named Mycroft who occasionally visited her.

A few months ago, Mycroft sent this set of books and asked Joseph to hand over his gift. Molly knew that he was outside and did not invite him in, but asked Joseph to tell him to "remember his promise", But this strange gentleman did not leave immediately, but walked by the door for an hour before giving up.

Until that time, Joseph didn't know that Mycroft's surname was Holmes, and he sent a set of manuscripts that had not been officially published - "Interviews with Sherlock Holmes" written by John Watson, which recorded the British history in recent years. Celebrity detective - Sherlock Holmes' conversations with Watson and others after investigating the case, including his memories of his entire life, his parents also appeared in it, and his brother, McCaw Some of what my husband said about him--mostly critical, until just where he reads, there is his fabled sister, and, M.

As an Englishman, Joseph knew some of Sherlock Holmes' deeds from his former friends and was a loyal follower of Watson's blog, so these books naturally attracted him, and along with these snippets of conversation, A real image of Sherlock emerges, which makes people feel weird and can't help but be fascinated by him.

However, Joseph felt that Miss Amber in front of him knew much more about Sherlock Holmes.

"So, what do you want to do now?" He acted like nothing happened. "Maybe listen to the music, you know One Direction came back with a new album."

"I'm too old for this." Jasmine smiled approvingly. As a person suffering from illness, her temper was also too good. "Joseph, I know you've always been curious about me, but you never asked. I think we can talk now."

"You don't have to do this," he was a little surprised. When he said it, he was of course damn curious, but the patient in front of him obviously had empathy beyond ordinary people. He was afraid that she would make it difficult for him to do things he didn't want to do. "Just now It's my fault, I hope you don't misunderstand that I am testing you."

"I know," she looked into his eyes quietly, "but you said that, I think you've guessed it."

"Maybe," he smiled wryly. "I didn't mean to do that, but, you know, I'm a Sherlock Holmes fan. I mean, Sherlock Holmes, not Mycroft."

When she heard the name, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she still motioned him to continue with her eyes.

"So, I guess, you are M," he swallowed unconsciously, "You said that you are a forensic doctor, live in London, and have a close relationship with Mycroft Holmes. I guess you said in the previous blog post It also appeared in the book, also without the real name."

Jasmine nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"In "The East Wind is Coming", Olos designed Sherlock to make M say 'I love you', otherwise the bomb would explode." Joseph said cautiously, "It turns out that there is no bomb at all, Olo Ruth lied."

He thought it was better to stop here, without going into details, "To be honest, I think in this story, oh no, in the incident, Sherlock Holmes showed a rare human touch."

Jasmine seemed to have heard something funny, she smiled and shook her head, but she didn't explain, instead she asked him:

"So how did I end up like this? Spending my last days alone in a nursing home in a foreign country, with no family and no friends."

"Well, I think, obviously you said that your parents died early, you have no brothers and sisters, and as for friends, I think they are either casual acquaintances who have no idea where you are, or... Sherlock Holmes-related You seem to have made an agreement with McCoff to keep him from them, and the reason may have something to do with that."

"I just made him make a promise." She smiled self-deprecatingly. "He won't hide it from Sherlock, I know, Sherlock will always know-if he cares. So I just let Mike Love promised, don't let him come here, whether I'm dying or what, don't let him come.

"I was in Iceland - where I've been wanting to go since I was diagnosed with cancer - and he showed up out of the blue and said he was sorry on Sherlock's behalf and that hospital arrangements had been made for my illness. We left Under a waterfall in Grundarfjordur that I can't remember the name, it's so beautiful, and it was the last stop of my trip, where I spent my last money. But I said to him, I accept you I'm sorry, but I won't go back to London, I won't go back to England, if you're really sorry, just promise me and don't let me see Sherlock again.

"I thought he wouldn't say yes, he was never one to be threatened, and I thought if he didn't say yes, I would jump into that river, I didn't know I had a year to live , anyway, I don't want to see Sherlock anymore, because..."

"Because of what?" Joseph felt that Jasmine was a little strange at this moment, she had never been so eloquent.

"Because," she paused again, as if thinking about how to say it, "you know, under the design of Olos, he thought my life was in danger, so he called me to say 'I love you' to him .”

He knew it was written in that blog post.

"I don't want to say it, and I'm not surprised that Sherlock thinks it's not a big deal. Of course, it's really not a big deal." She showed a little bitterness, but quickly covered it up, "After all Everyone knows I... love him and I said I came out and moved on and I meant it at the time and he's still a very important friend of mine. But when he asked me to say that I just found out , I didn't come out, and it's impossible for me to come out, and he is also very aware of this, because his tone is so gentle, like coaxing a child, full of..."

She closed her eyes before continuing: "Compassion. Full of compassion. Yes, I've always loved him, and I didn't intend to hide it—there's even a boyfriend who looks like him, everyone knows me, Molly Amber, humbled to love Sherlock Holmes, and of course he knew it himself, but I always thought that he just knew this fact, just like he knew the difference between 140 cigar ash, Jasmine Amber was infatuated with him, which is A fact, and he knows it, and he uses it when he has to, as easily as spotting soot. He does, but I don't blame him."

She gasped softly.

"Because he is such a person, Sherlock Holmes is such a person, he knows, but he doesn't understand, because he has never loved anyone like this, nor has he been obsessed with anyone, so he doesn't understand what it feels like, Others understand, but I don't care, I can always be his loyal friend like this.

"However, that time, when he was struggling to make his request, I felt that something was different, Sherlock had changed. But when did this happen? I let him say that first In a word, he said it, in order to save my life, but when he said it for the second time, I found out, he understood...he completely understood, I always knew that he was not a completely unreasonable person, but When he said it the second time, he really understood.

"So, he completely felt my... the feeling that I can't love, he can feel... love," she said with some difficulty in these few words, "I don't know how he did it, but Something that I thought didn't exist, suddenly appeared, and could never be mine."

She threw her head back, staring at the ceiling, and continued:

"It's not because I'm jealous, I'm kind of jealous, but that's not the main reason, it's the feeling of fear that can't be hidden. He gets it, he sees that I haven't come out, he will understand that feeling Yes, he can’t turn a blind eye to all the thoughts I try to hide, he will feel guilty and uneasy, and I have a terminal illness, which is like some kind of bonus.”

She tried to show a smile, but failed: "But more importantly, after I know that he can understand how I feel when I love him, I can no longer face him calmly."

"Molly, it's all right, Molly," Joseph leaned forward, holding her cold hand to calm her agitation, "Stop talking."

This action seemed to bring her back to reality in an instant. She blinked, and the tears in her eyes disappeared. At this moment, she seemed to realize that she had said so many words, and her current physical condition was not strong enough to bear such intense emotions. up.

Joseph adjusted the pillow for her and straightened her brown hair, "You should sleep, honey."

"Do you think I'm pathetic?" Her voice was a little weak, "I was so persistent before, but now I'm so timid."

"Of course not," Joseph smiled. "In fact, I have the same views on love as you. When two people love each other, love is of course wonderful. However, one-sided love is cowardly and cowardly." , I think, sometimes it's ugly, and I don't want the person I love to see me that ugly, even if she would sympathize with me for it."

"Yeah, that's what I meant." Her voice was tired. "It's just that not all unrequited loves are like that."

"I agree." Joseph carefully closed the curtains, walked to the door, and turned off the overhead light, leaving only a dim bedside lamp. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart."

"Thank you, Joe." Jasmine closed her eyes.

Joseph stayed at the door for another two seconds. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out and grabbing the doorknob.

The moment the door closed, he seemed to hear a soft voice from inside the room: "What am I expecting?"

What is she expecting?