[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"Empathy is a huge con, John. Stupid means irrational, and irrational is unpredictable. Sometimes I think, 'If I were John, what would I do if I were confronted with a dead body? Is screaming Run out of the room, or try to rescue?' Every time I hope it is the former, at least to protect the integrity of the scene, but every time I am disappointed. I think as our understanding gradually deepens, my prediction will be accurate. It improved, but alas, your worrisome emotional stability didn't help."

——Excerpt from "Interview with Sherlock Holmes"

The guest room of Harris's house is different from the overly ornate room of Jessica and the messiness of Raymond's room. Like other rooms, the guest room is simple and modern, showing the good taste of the couple.

He looked out from the window of the guest room, and he happened to be able to see Mark's garden, about [-] square meters of low shrubs, densely packed together, surrounded by a circle of black fences with a height of two meters, covered with gleaming blades, and The branches with fangs and claws are entangled together, which is a little scary in the night.

No wonder Dad says Mark's roses are doing well, thanks to these extreme conservation measures.

He moved away from the window and ran his hands across the smooth surface.This room has not been lived in for a long time, and only hourly workers come to clean it regularly.

boring.

He opened the door, walked across the corridor, and leaned against the banister of the second-floor staircase, listening to Jessica on the phone downstairs.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Holmes...he's fine...yes, he can go to school with us tomorrow...no no, it's nothing to trouble..."

When Jessica asks him to stay overnight, he says yes, much to her surprise.

Is she just being polite?

He would never take any social cues, but he didn't care, he wanted to spend a night at Harris's.

First, he doesn't like to go out with freshly washed hair, and the humidity after the rain will make his hair more frizzy.

Second, he doesn't really care about the first point, but a night at a friend's house will make Mom and Dad happy.

Third, he... doesn't want to go downstairs. Although most of the lunatics have already left, the ones who haven't left look even crazier.

Besides, wearing Raymond's jersey -- the only thing he could wear -- made him feel ill.

Jessica had just promised that she would have her shirt buttoned up tomorrow morning, and she even swore off it.

"Don't worry, I swear I'll do my best to get your shirt back. Do you trust me?"

His initial value of trust in everyone is zero, so he answers "no".

Jessica looked disappointed, but she didn't say anything.

The clatter of slippers on the floor, with fluffy pink feathers he remembered, was the sound of Jessica walking to the kitchen after a phone call.He returned to the guest room, sat cross-legged on the soft wool carpet, faced a huge full-length mirror, and closed his eyes.

He is currently planning his memory palace.

At the beginning, he included his own house and villa in Nice, but he didn't have a deep impression of Nice, and it is still very difficult for him to use unfamiliar places to store memories.But Musgrave Hall, where he grew up, always had a special influence on him, making him subconsciously avoid it.

So he planned to expand on the existing basis to alleviate the state of full data.

"Uh, did I bother you?"

There was a soft knock at the door, and the clatter of cups and trays.

He didn't open his eyes, tea and crepes, did Jessica treat herself like a child?

"Take it back." He tried to sound decisive.

"Eh? I thought you liked..." Jessica's voice trailed off, "You always..."

He couldn't help complaining, it must be his mother who told her.

"With all due respect, I don't think my mother told you that I've had it since I was 12."

"So that's how it is." She nodded as if she suddenly realized, "However, it's not a problem, I think."

Of course it's a problem, only weak and naive children are obsessed with sweets, snacks and everything that confuses the taste.

He suddenly felt very irritable, and the "sweet sister" Jessica, whom his mother called "caring" and "gentle", became an eyesore. She and those two stupid crepes seemed to bring him back to the age of 12. One year, he came into contact with the first murder case in his life, caught a murderer, the murderer died, and then... the girl also died.

And he'll never know why.

There are many things he doesn't understand in this world. For example, Jessica, who he can't see through, has many things he can't figure out about her, but he feels that he has enough patience to wait for her to show her feet.

Time will always give the final answer.

And that bizarre car accident...

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists on his knees.

It was an answer that time could not give, and he even suspected that he would live in this mystery for the rest of his life.

"I hope...you don't blame Ollie and Calvin, I know it's a bit difficult," Jessica said tentatively, "but they don't mean anything, it's just a way of celebrating."

Her words brought him from memory to reality, and he opened his eyes.

"Of course." Regardless of whether it was good intentions or malicious intentions, he would not blame them, but once there was any chance, he would not show mercy.

"Also," Jessica paused at one word, biting her lip and hesitating for ten seconds, "Raymond is back, he... doesn't look well. I beg you, Don't argue with him, okay?"

Of course, isn't Raymond doing too much too much?An angry Raymond would be no more damaging.

***************

"Dude, my room was messed up by the goddamn Nathan and Elena. It looks like they fought for several rounds. I hope you can take me in for a night. After all, there are two beds here."

Raymond stood at the door, his head drooped, his shoulders sunk, dejected like a drowning dog, looking at him pitifully.

The guest room was supposed to be a children's room, but when they moved in the Harris siblings were old enough to have their own room, but Joanna and Mark kept the twin bed setup.If you touch the geometric dark pattern wallpaper carefully, you will find a strip of protrusions underneath. He dared to say that it turned out to be the children's wallpaper of the stars and the moon, and the good-tempered Harris couple was cheated by the decoration company, again.

He sat cross-legged on the ground without moving, opened one eye, and examined Raymond's face. The upper eyelid drooped, the inner corners of the eyes were raised, and the corners of the mouth were pulled down, which was a typical sad expression.

He finally knew what Jessica meant by "it doesn't look good". Raymond was not angry because his girlfriend cheated on him, nor was he angry because he exposed the fact that his girlfriend cheated. Soaked in cold water a few times, the same listless.

"Okay." He reluctantly agreed to Raymond's request, hoping the football captain's sleeping habits weren't too bad.

Raymond showed a sad smile, walked heavily to the other bed, and threw himself heavily onto the soft mattress.

"Sometimes I really think you know everything," he said with his head buried in the pillow, which made his voice muffled, "Is there anything you don't know?"

"Actually, there are many things that are hard for me to understand." He closed his eyes and kept breathing.

"Really?" Raymond turned over on the bed, "but I don't think I've ever seen you ask a question, not a single one, which makes you seem omniscient."

He didn't respond, which intrigued Raymond instead.

"I doubt you can use interrogative sentences, maybe you don't know how to change affirmative sentences into interrogative sentences, don't you? You say 'I assume' 'if you' all day long. And never small talk, only taunting You can only say a long paragraph when you are someone else, and I dare say no one can keep up with your rhythm."

"Why do you always think I'm 'taunting' 'laughing' at people? I'm just stating the truth."

Those people should hide better if they don't want to be exposed, he always thought so.

"So you can use interrogative sentences." Raymond let out a long and exaggerated breath, "Oh, it's so easy. Then the question comes, why don't you just say your question directly? It's to establish your godhead ?"

Since he asked McCoff a major life question at the age of 5, and was dismissed by McCoff at will, he seldom asked questions except for some insignificant trivia.

"I just like to find the answers myself."

"Haha, you always figure it out for yourself, right? Then you scare them." Raymond smiled sincerely, "But, don't you always think about things that you can't understand?"

"Yes." He didn't move, just narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced over there.

"Is it about me? You can ask me now!" Raymond completely lost the look of the dog in the water just now. He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, with his hands on the edge of the bed, and looked over expectantly. .

He was a little uncertain about Raymond's true thoughts.In fact, apart from his madness anytime and anywhere, his unrealistic ideas and his natural comic personality, he can see clearly the normal Raymond.

But under the current situation, this may not be a question, but a topic, and its meaning is to lead to the next topic, not to ask for an accurate answer.

See, he never schmoozes, but he schmoozes.

"Why are you sad now?"

Raymond froze for a moment.

He scratched his head habitually, as if he had encountered some difficulty, and then fell into deep thought, his eyes became empty, and the inner corners of his eyebrows began to lift, which made his eyebrows droop into a character horoscope, obviously falling into unspeakable sadness again.

In this way, the silence in the room lasted for a while, just when he thought it would last forever, Raymond suddenly spoke.

"El's a good girl, and I don't deserve her." He saw Raymond express something seriously for the first time, "I always knew she was a bit double-faced, and she kept a lot of secrets from me about Jesse, but . . . she loves me."

He scratched his head before continuing: "And I I really like her too. She just said that she doesn't know why I'm hiding from her these days, so she did it today because she wants to spend more time with me. But I……"

"Break up." He didn't know why he blurted out, "If you ask me for advice, I would say break up."

"But I haven't asked yet!" Raymond stared in disbelief and looked over angrily.

After a while he let himself down first, "Well, I'll think about it. It's just that I owe her too much anyway. You know, I always thought that I would go to Manchester University together when I graduated, maybe will get married..."

He didn't want to hear Raymond talk about his lackluster love life, but talking is an outlet to vent his emotions, so he simply closed his eyes, shielded all external interference, and concentrated on staying in the memory palace.

Raymond babbled about the problems from the time he and Eleanor met until now. He seemed to be very satisfied with the patience of his only "audience". He didn't slap his head until the end, and suddenly asked:

"...Speaking of which, if you don't ask me, how long will it take you to figure it out?"

Raymond looked better and was back to his usual bluffing.

"I bet you'll eventually volunteer." So he answered the question honestly, "If you didn't, it wouldn't be on my 'priority list', so it might take a while .”

Of course, the greater possibility is that it was forgotten before it was resolved.

"Well, this really hurts." Raymond muttered dissatisfiedly, perhaps because he had said something for too long, he rubbed his eyes and felt a little sleepy.

"If you ask me not to make any comments on your girlfriend's behavior in the future, I will do so." His legs were numb from sitting cross-legged for a long time, he stretched his body first, and then stood up from the ground.

"Huh? No, I won't ask you that." Raymond opened his tired eyes and said in surprise, "I don't think you will have the chance to be in the same room in the future, El will avoid you like the plague Yes. Besides, it's unfair to Calvin and the others..."

Speaking of this, maybe he thought of the miserable situation of his teammates these days, and smiled to himself.

Raymond's brain circuits were a mystery he didn't want to solve.

The room was quiet for a while, and he heard a few people walking in the corridor, two different footsteps were intertwined, one was soft and fast, the other was steady and slow, it was Jessica and Busy who hadn't slept yet. Mark just got back from work.

He turned on the bedside light, turned off the overhead light, and the person in the other bed lay there motionless as though asleep.

"Do you have any other questions about me?" Raymond asked calmly, his tone seemed to have made up his mind.

"No."

"Nothing at all?"

"Nothing at all."

The dim light made it difficult for him to see Raymond's expression clearly, only a dejected human silhouette.

"Oh," Raymond said again, as if speechless, "oh."

The room was quiet for a long while before a word came softly, accompanied by a sigh.

"I should have thought of that. You know...my secret."

As if chewing the word, Raymond said again, "Secret."

"Yeah, I know." He sat on the side of the bed, his back to the football captain, and took off his jersey.

"You know...but you didn't mention it, not once. Whether it's for me or not, I'm very, very grateful to you."

"you are welcome."

He didn't explain how he knew, and maybe Raymond didn't want to hear it either.He also didn't explain that he didn't suddenly understand the importance of this "secret" to Raymond until this moment, which made him feel lucky.

He really wanted to keep this nondescript "friendship" going.

The thought flashed through his mind.

Maybe it was really interesting to get close to the football team, and he found a reason for his inappropriate thoughts. He covered himself with the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.