[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"Child psychiatrists, of course I've seen quite a few, before my parents gave up on making me 'normal'. So I'd say, psychology isn't really a science, it isn't. Some people aren't talented enough to study chemistry or math. People who earn their degrees through verbal trapping and deliberate cherry-picking of statistical methods can sit in an office and attribute the failure of those losers to the failure of their parents, giving them escapist fantasies. I'm sorry to call you a loser, John, But the therapist is your heroine, and you don't realize it."

——Excerpt from "Interview with Sherlock Holmes"

When he first came to Holmes Chapel, it happened to be the bleakest winter of the year, and his mother took him to Holmes Chapel Comprehensive High School, and the whole campus was shrouded in thick fog , can only faintly see the mottled walls due to the rain, with withered and ugly black vines crawling on them, like cracks.The sense of age is one of the advantages of this school. They always advertise themselves as a famous school with a history of hundreds of years, and this really makes his parents very satisfied.

When they reached the entrance of the main building, a group of students wearing school uniforms suddenly poured out, all in navy blue suits and black ties, but with heads of different colors in brown, black, gold and red.

"Their uniforms aren't bad, aren't they?" Mom paused and exclaimed, "You hated the old red tie."

"But I don't like navy blue."

He still doesn't like navy blue, so he never wears a school uniform, but it's not one of the mandatory things listed in the school rules.

So when he was stopped by a boy in school uniform on the path leading to the playground, he subconsciously took a closer look.

"I guess you're Sherlock Holmes," said the boy, holding out a hand. "I'm Joseph Lecter. In Art Appreciation, we were a team, remember?"

Of course he remembered, even if he tried to forget that he was about to act in a stupid play, but he couldn't.He doesn't care if he keeps a grade or not, but his mother does, and Jessica, who is in his group, seems to care a lot.

But he didn't shake Joseph's hand.

"You're Dr. Hannibal Lecter's family, or something. Your school uniform smells of his usual perfume, and your tie is worn the same way. If all of this is a coincidence, then Dr. Lecter is the only one I have I've seen people who fold clothes like this, because he lost a hand."

"You really are as talented as your grandfather said." Joseph laughed in surprise, and couldn't help but look at the creases on his clothes.

"And you don't live together now," he went on, "for some reason, you suddenly wanted to test me. So you found the school uniform that you haven't worn in a long time, which your grandfather helped you organize, and now he Moved away."

"We still live together," Joseph interrupted him, "but he has severe Alzheimer's disease and almost lost the ability to take care of himself."

Hearing the news suddenly, he pursed his lips.

Dr. Lecter was the first psychiatrist he'd seen here, the last, and in his opinion the only respectable person in the field.He never pretends to be a doctor, neither does he call himself a savior to command his patients condescendingly, nor does he pretend to care about listening to some nonsense without giving any constructive advice.He selects patients according to his mood, charges according to his mood, and this practice is very popular, there is an endless stream of people who come to seek medical treatment, and he is so disturbed that he simply knocks everyone out.

More importantly, they coincided with each other in some ideas, which was extremely rare in his life.

"You're different from them, aren't you? You're not here to ask for help, you're here to challenge me." Dr. Lecter stood on the ladder in front of the bookshelf, carefully taking down a book with one hand, "Let me guess Guess, you think it's all bullshit and I'm a liar to get paid for saying things that don't make any sense, right? Coincidentally, I think so too. So, let's not waste The other party's time, I think you can finish this book in these two hours."

He took the book he was handed and spent those two hours.

They'd been like this every week since, until he couldn't resist asking what happened to Dr. Lecter's hand.

Later, they gradually became acquainted, and there were occasional conversations.

Later, one day, Dr. Lecter suddenly said to him, "You are already cured, so you don't need to come next time."

In this way, nearly half a year of "treatment" ended, and at that moment, he really felt a sense of relief that he was "healed".

"I'm sorry," he said to Joseph sincerely. "He's a respectable man."

"It's okay," Joseph shook his head, "It all happened so suddenly, I can't believe it even now."

He didn't speak, allowing silence to spread between the two of them.

Out of respect for Dr. Lecter, he was waiting for an explanation from Joseph Lecter, whose motives were not pure.

Finally, Joseph broke the silence first, "Well, I guess you figured it out, I'm here specifically for you. Grandpa never let anyone touch his patient files before, but, you know... you know He can't stop now..."

Speaking of this, he scratched his head shyly, "I found your file, and the records in it are very detailed. My grandfather paid close attention to you. Even if you never came again, he would still talk to your parents. I'm curious Is it true that there are such talented people, so... I found out something related to my grandfather... I really shouldn't have done this."

Joseph looked ashamed, and he started apologizing endlessly.

"Okay," he interrupted the man in front of him in an endless apology, "you shouldn't be doing this, because you should be doing better, if you have inherited even a little bit of Dr. Lecter's wisdom. Now, before the next class There are still 5 minutes to go to class, you should pray that you can reach an average speed of more than 5 meters per second."

Joseph smiled embarrassedly, gave him a thumbs up, turned around and ran along the path to the playground.

"Hey, Sherlock, we have time to talk about Shakespeare, shall we?" Joseph yelled suddenly, turning his head.

He nodded.

A breeze blew, and the tip of his nose caught the once-familiar aroma of citrus, oakmoss, and calendula, Dr. Lecter's favorite.

"I like meat, you should be able to see that. And the smell of oak moss can hide this very well, but after 92 years they replaced the moss, the spicy coldness is gone, what a pity. "

There is still that slightly spicy fragrance in the air, and the smell of oak moss is very prominent, a kind of aura that just crawled out from the damp ground.

He couldn't help squinting his eyes, Joseph had disappeared.

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Jessica had just returned from school, and before she had time to change into her comfortable house clothes, she heard Joanna calling her from downstairs.

"Jessie, someone is looking for you," she paused, "two people."

She agreed, opened the door and went downstairs with some puzzlement, and found Joanna sitting on the sofa with an awkward smile, facing Sherlock who was sitting and talking, and next to him was Joanna who was uncomfortable for some reason. Joseph.

This combination was a bit of a surprise.

As she got closer, Sherlock's voice came clearly, "... fidgeting, lack of energy, adjusted the sitting posture many times in the past 10 minutes, it seems to be abdominal discomfort, but greedy for dessert, this is not Symptoms of gastrointestinal problems."

"This..." Joanna put down the small cake in her hands helplessly.

"According to your usual chewing habits, you also have symptoms of toothache..." Sherlock frowned, and carefully looked Joanna's face up and down, "The chest muscles may be strained or painful, and it was obvious when carrying the tray. Weakness. Lack of sleep...”

Seeing that Joanna was getting more and more tongue-tied, Jessica quickly interrupted him: "This is premenstrual syndrome, or PMS for short. Simply put, it is the symptoms you just mentioned due to hormone changes every month."

Sure enough, Sherlock stopped asking, and nodded lightly: "No wonder."

Joanna heaved a sigh of relief in embarrassment, motioned Jessica to treat her friends well, and left the living room as if fleeing.

Joseph, who was flushed by the situation just now, stood up, put the navy blue school uniform jacket aside, and began to introduce himself to Jessica.

"I'm Joseph Lecter, nice to meet you." He shook hands with Jessica, "I'm sorry to interrupt you so abruptly, it's so presumptuous."

It was Sherlock's style to come uninvited, and she understood that.

"Don't worry about it, Joseph," Jessica felt a little excited after meeting her old friend, and her smile became brighter, "I'm glad to meet you too, to be honest, I've heard of you... "

"Cough cough."

Two deliberate coughs came from the side, interrupting the two people's "chatter". Jessica turned her head and saw Sherlock with an impatient face.

She had no choice but to swallow the following words silently, and gave Joseph a sorry look, and Joseph smiled helplessly at her.

"I guess you came to my house for the art appreciation class," Jessica turned to the topic, and just said a word, and then got another "don't talk nonsense" look, "just right, I have been in the past few days If you think about it, why don't you come to my room first."

No one objected, and the group went up the stairs to Jessica's room.

She took a pile of Shakespeare's works such as "Romeo and Juliet", "Macbeth", and "Hamlet" from the bookshelf, put them on the table with great effort, and spread them out one by one with the help of Joseph.

As soon as Sherlock entered the door, he looked around, from the bottles and jars on the dressing table to the smooth silk quilt cover on the princess bed, from the scattered low tables in the corner to the green plants on the terrace.Now he is holding an amber ornament on the bookshelf, carefully playing with it against the light.

"Amber from the Baltic coast..." he murmured.

"Really?" Joseph suddenly became interested. He walked over and stood behind Sherlock, and the two of them stared at the honey-yellow solid together.

"My father brought these back from Lithuania." Jessica glanced at the two who were focused, still sorting out the books in her hands.

Sherlock said "hmm", retracted his arm, and handed the amber to Joseph.

"My grandfather was from Lithuania." Joseph rubbed the amber in his hand.

"Oh? Really?" Jessica asked curiously, but was interrupted by Sherlock who was impatient again.

"Let's talk about the business," he pointed to the book on the table, "what is this?"

"This is, Shakespeare's work?" Jessica was a little unsure what he meant.

"I know," Sherlock picked up a copy of "A Midsummer Night's Dream", flipped through it casually, put it down, and commented, "Not bad."

"..." Jessica intends to talk about her own thoughts first, "We have two boys and one girl, so we need a play with two boys and one girl. Because it is a classic reappearance, we have to choose the most famous ones. ..."

She talked about her plan, Joseph nodded from time to time, and Sherlock sat on the chair with his eyes closed.

"The acts you're talking about are very good," agreed Joseph after hearing Jessica finish, "but my favorite is Hamlet's Act Three, Scene One."

"Oh, of course." She smiled, and the former, or future Joseph would always say that, "To be or not to be, that is the question."

Joseph spread his hands, "This is what I like."

"You know what I like?" Sherlock opened his eyes suddenly, "It's 5:59 p.m., you guys set up that goddamn scene in a minute, and when it's time for the show, I say at the right time on stage Come up with the right lines, that's it."

After speaking, he tapped the watch on his wrist with his finger, and gave Jessica a warning look.

"...Okay, no problem." Jessica trembled unconsciously, and looked hesitantly at Joseph who said nothing.

Joseph pondered for a while, "How about Act Two, Scene Two of "Romeo and Juliet"? I will play Romeo, you will play Juliet, and Sherlock will play the nanny."

Although she knew that Joseph had kept Sherlock's playing time as little as possible out of good intentions, she still couldn't help but burst out laughing.

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