[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

The small episode before the meal quickly created a harmonious atmosphere between the two families, and the dinner table was harmonious.

Sherlock's parents are polite and talkative.Joanna has always been active as the host, and Mark is also a good dancer, and they quickly became acquainted.

Still in shock, Jessica almost missed the question that the Holmeses asked her.

Sherlock doesn't talk much, but every time he answers a question, there will be a brief silence, but fortunately, Raymond, who is always talking, makes up for him.

"...At that time, the training was almost over, so I asked Calvin why he was late, but that Luthor said that he was called to the principal's office! Sherlock was right next to him, and I was just waiting for him to speak! He said like this……"

Raymond cleared his throat and imitated Sherlock's tone: "There are water splash marks on your trouser legs. According to the height, angle and degree of dryness, it is a small automatic sprinkler system 50 meters away from the cement road in the west. On the upper There are marani grass clippings and water stains, and you took a shortcut to hurry. Lime was rubbed on your sleeves, and you passed by the decoration workers on the road. The decoration workers leave work at around 5 o'clock and do not exceed 5 minutes, and the walking speed is heavy. About 80 centimeters per second, so you got here from the east lounge and used-"

He pretended to be wearing a watch on his wrist and glanced at it: "13 minutes, which is consistent with the speed at which the red marks on your face dissipated-you slapped your face red to cover it-squeeze for more than half an hour, Let me reasonably surmise that you overslept."

After speaking, Raymond proudly raised his chin, and gracefully flicked the dust off his shoulders.

The parents all laughed.

Mr. Holmes said, "This is Sherlock himself." Mrs. Holmes shook her head helplessly, but she still couldn't hide her smile.The Harris couple were both amused and surprised.

As for Sherlock Holmes himself, he still couldn't see any expression, maybe because of the presence of his parents, he should "watch his behavior".

"So, Sherlock is the material to be a detective?" Mark exclaimed, "I dare say Poirot and Duke Wimsy don't have such a talent."

"It is true that he is interested in some crimes," replied Mr. Holmes, "but he is only sixteen, after all."

Jessica sneaked another glance at Sherlock, she knew that since he was 10 years old, the last thing he could bear was to be treated like a child.

"I'm so glad that Sherlock has a friend like you, Raymond," Mrs. Holmes smiled kindly. "Sherlock has been different from other children since he was a child. I have always worried about him."

"No problem," Raymond assured, "Sherlock is a good guy, he helped me a lot. You know how tiring it is to manage a team, someone has to deal with those liars... "

This got the parents talking about educating their children.

"Raymond is always not paying attention to his studies. I am really worried... Jessica, she has just been promoted to the early class of history... Yes, it is very good..."

"...Mycroft has always been in London, he has always wanted to work for the government... No, he is not as good as you said...Speaking of it, they all have their own ideas..."

"Yes," said Mr. Holmes, "Sherlock has been going to learn some sword skills, and I really don't know what to do."

"Swordsmanship! This is so cool!" Raymond patted Sherlock on the shoulder as he said, almost dropping the spoon in Sherlock's hand.

Jessica believed that Raymond would be the first one to hack Sherlock after he finished his studies.

"Compared to 90 people taking [-] minutes to grab the same ball, it is indeed." Sherlock responded mercilessly.

"Twenty-two guys, man," Raymond said, as if he didn't seem to care about Sherlock's disdain for his beloved sport, "not counting backup."

Not only is it abnormal for Sherlock to meet Raymond, Raymond also seems to be... not normal for Sherlock.

"Jessie," Joanna called her suddenly, interrupting her thoughts, "Mrs. Holmes just said that Sherlock's history has been bad. Maybe you can help."

"That would be great," said Mrs. Holmes, smiling at her. "I hear you have just entered the early classes. That is very remarkable."

This is because Jessica thought she could see Sherlock in the early class, but who knew that Sherlock was in the same class as the "thug"?

"It's nothing," she said modestly, "Sherlock can come to me if he has any questions."

"Mrs. Holmes, you don't have to worry," Raymond jumped out again, "Sherlock is a genius! Maybe he has told you that he is now in our grade. Mathematics and chemistry. In fact, I think he can Skip another level, maybe James can help..."

"Really?" Mrs. Holmes was a little surprised. "Sherlock never said..."

"That's because you didn't agree with me skipping a grade from the very beginning, and you wanted me to experience the life of a normal child." Sherlock wiped his mouth with a napkin calmly.

"Oh—my dear," said Mrs. Holmes, momentarily at a loss for words, "I'm sorry..."

Joanna and Mark exchanged glances and brought the topic to Mr. Holmes' business.

Raymond lowered his voice and whispered something to Sherlock, but he laughed to himself when he got no response.

Jessica recalled what Raymond said just now. It turned out that this was the reason why she couldn't find Sherlock. He went to the eighth grade and was often with the football team. It was impossible for Jessica to think that he would suddenly be with him. Raymond became a "good buddy".

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

How do you say that Sherlock is hiding from her on purpose?This idea flashed through Jessica's mind, but she denied it herself.

She doesn't think she has the value of being "intentionally hidden".

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After dinner, Raymond claimed that he wanted Sherlock to experience the fun of the game console and dragged him upstairs.

Jessica watched Sherlock's back disappear at the end of the stairs, and still couldn't help feeling that the world was too crazy.

Mark and Mr. Holmes were going to see Mark's well-kept garden. After they left, only the lady was left in the living room.

"Thank you, sweetheart." Mrs. Holmes took a cup of tea from Jessica. "How do you know I like milk?"

"I guess." Jessica lied.

"Martha, I've always wondered," Joanna asked curiously, "why did you move here from Manchester? I hear it's great."

"It was actually for Sherlock," Mrs. Holmes said, taking a sip of her tea, and smiling approvingly at Jessica, before going on. "A terrible thing happened there and we had to do it. Our neighbors at the time Kid, died in a car accident, 17 years old, just down the road from the community...yes, we were all freaked out, especially Sherlock, the girl who used to be his babysitter, the longest one... "

She is lying.why?

Katie had indeed died in a car accident, but when she visited Holmes' house, the place was vacated.And it was because of their sudden move that she had a car accident.And now Mrs. Holmes has turned it all around.

"Actually, you should also know Sherlock's personality. He always wants to find out everything..." Mrs. Holmes hesitated, but continued: "After the car accident, although he was frightened, he still wanted to know what happened. What. But this car accident is too weird. I swear I have never seen such a weird thing. This car was driven by no one at all! It hit the girl at a speed of 70 hours per hour, and then stopped by itself, but the people around I saw no one inside! The police also ruled out the possibility of remote control..."

Joanna was taken aback.

This is indeed something that Jessica did not expect. She never thought of looking into what happened back then. Who would have thought that her death would be so strange.

It is estimated that Sherlock has got into a lot of corners in this matter. Who made him firmly believe that "no matter how flawless a crime is, as long as it is committed by humans, there is nothing that cannot be solved"?

Even Jessica herself was not sure who did all this, or what mysterious force did it.

Soon Mark and Mr. Holmes came back, and the Holmes couple tactfully suggested that it was getting late and the Harris family should not be disturbed any more.

Jessica volunteered to go upstairs to call Sherlock.

As soon as she went upstairs, she found the door of her room was open, and Sherlock, who was supposed to be with Raymond, was sitting in front of her dresser, not knowing what to think.

Perhaps hearing footsteps, Sherlock looked up at her.

The light from the exaggerated crystal lamp hit his face, casting a shadow on his brow bone, his light-colored pupils flickered in and out of the shadow, but his gaze was as real as it was.

Jessica suddenly felt uncomfortable being looked at by such eyes. She pulled the hem of her skirt, but when she looked up, she saw Sherlock staring at her hand.

She didn't even know where to put her hands.

"Sorry, Raymond wants to change and let me sit here, he said you wouldn't mind," Sherlock said, rising from his chair, "but I do apologize for entering your room without permission. Please forgive me."

"Uh, it's okay." Jessica felt a little guilty for some reason.

She didn't think Sherlock could discover his secret.

After all, this is no ordinary secret.

Every body has its own muscle memory, which sometimes even affects the way the brain thinks, so it is impossible for Jessica to show any signs of handwriting, habits, and posture.

Maybe it was... the experience of Jasmine Amber and Katie Glamt not being able to hide anything from Sherlock made her develop this reflex.

"Mrs. Holmes asked me..." Before Jessica could finish her sentence, the door next door opened.

"Sherlock, this is Jessica," Raymond, who had changed into sportswear, came over and said loudly, "I guess you must delete such worthless people as her, so as not to take up your precious brain space .”

Jessica didn't bother to pay him any attention.

"Based on the principle that rare things are valuable, your brain space can be called 'precious'." Sherlock said calmly, turning to Jessica, "What did you just say?"

"Well, Mrs. Holmes told you to go down..." She was interrupted again by Raymond.

"I guess you found a lot in Jessica's room?" He giggled, "Please tell me, is James' penis in that locked cabinet?"

Jessica almost fainted: "For God's sake, Raymond, shut up..."

"I have said many times that deduction is not perspective. I will never be able to guess what is covered under a black cloth unless there are other clues." Sherlock didn't even look at Raymond, and kept walking. When they reached the stairs, a sentence floated from afar, "But, no."

"It's not □□, what is that?" Raymond chased after him.

Jessica rubbed her sore temples, what a night of ups and downs.

Fortunately, her biggest problem has been automatically resolved at the moment. She hits it off with Mrs. Holmes and has already made an appointment for a future visit. She even asked in a roundabout way whether they plan to move recently—she was really frightened by the last experience.Plus, no matter how outrageous Raymond and Sherlock's "friendship" is, at least she'll know where to find Sherlock later.

Everything is getting better, isn't it?