[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

This weekend is the school's annual parent reception day, and the campus is very lively with people coming and going.Joanna took Raymond and Mark took Jessica to their respective grades to communicate and talk with the deans.Raymond was not in high spirits, but he still laughed at Jessica's academic level in the car as usual, in exchange for her disdainful eyes.

"I really didn't expect such a day, Jesse." After the conversation, Mark still couldn't believe it. "You've improved so fast. I have to say, I'm proud of you."

"It's nothing." Jessica said modestly, after all, it wasn't the first time she had learned these things.

"Although there are still two years before you graduate, I still want to ask about your plans," Mark said tentatively, and raised his hand in surrender when he saw Jessica turned her head, "I'm just curious."

"Dad," Jessica said helplessly, "you can tell me directly if you have any ideas."

"Ahem, of course, I mean," he cleared his throat in embarrassment, "I have always disagreed with you to do modeling or clothing design, not because I don't believe in your talent, but those jobs are too hard. Not only It's just a matter of dieting. Speaking of which, you are no longer on a diet, and I agree with it 100%..."

Jessica was a little embarrassed. If it was Jessica before, it might be different.

"So, your grades are so good now, what are your plans?" Mark still didn't give up, "If not, we can plan now."

"Uh," Jessica thought for a moment, and she did have plans, "I want to go to Oxford and study chemistry or something."

"Oh, that's not easy," Mark was a little surprised, but agreed with great enthusiasm, "but it's not impossible. How did you suddenly become interested in chemistry?"

"I just think it's not bad." Jessica shrugged and didn't say much.The real reason is that Sherlock will study chemistry, and of course she wants to be as close to him as possible.

She also thought about being a forensic doctor again, or becoming a detective like Lestrade, but those were things in the future.Now her goal is to make a smooth transition from middle school to university.

I really hope that there is a once-and-for-all solution to her life-and-death issue. The feeling of not being able to get up or down is really too difficult.

"Jessie—"

There was a cry from a distance, and Emma ran over panting, her blond hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her forehead, her face was filled with indescribable anxiety and fear.

Jessica was startled by her appearance, rushed up and grabbed her arm.

"Jessie, something happened...something bad happened..." she gasped and whispered staccatoly, "You have to come with me. Don't tell anyone."

"What's the matter?" Mark followed up puzzled, "You must be Emma, ​​right? What happened?"

"It's nothing," Emma looked nervous, she explained in a hoarse voice, "I have something to ask Jesse all of a sudden, sorry, Mr. Harris."

Jessica asked Mark to sit on the bench in the corridor and wait or go to the eighth grade to find Raymond, promising that she would come back soon, then left him and followed the anxious Emma to the lobby of the Northwest Building.

In the northwest corner of the campus is a small three-story building. It is said that it used to be used for boarding students, and it has been used as a lounge for teachers in recent years.When Jessica and Emma arrived, the hall was empty except for the squeaky overhead fan that was in disrepair.Emma ran all the way, with no time to explain, Jessica could only follow in a daze to a small room at the end of the corridor, and knocked lightly on the door three times.

"Maggie, it's me," she whispered through the crack of the door, "and Jessica."

Jessica was confused by everything in front of her. What happened?

With the sound of a latch being pulled out, the door creaked open, revealing a face with red and swollen eyes and tear stains.

Margaret Lindemann stared blankly at Emma and Jessica at the door, as if she had lost her response to the real world.Her ponytail, which was usually neatly tied, was now completely untied, draped over her shoulders in a mess, and a piece of her shirt was torn off, exposing a large piece of skin on her chest.

Jessica's heart sank uncontrollably.

She didn't understand until she looked down and saw the torn stockings with only one leg left.

Jessica couldn't bear it anymore, she stepped forward and hugged the sluggish Margaret, and let her head rest on her neck, tears could not stop falling from her eyes.

Emma, ​​also in tears, joined them, sobbing.

Jessica felt her tongue stiffen and couldn't speak, and all she could hear was Margaret murmuring on her shoulder:

"I hate him……"

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Jessica promised that she would be home before 7 o'clock before sending away the confused Mark.She hurried back, but met Mrs. Holmes and Sherlock head-on on the road.

"Jessie," greeted Mrs. Holmes with a smile on her face, "where are you going?"

"Mrs. Holmes," Jessica forced a smile, reminding herself to cheer up, "I'll go to the building over there and find my friend Emma, ​​she has something to do."

"Oh," said Mrs. Holmes understandingly, "it must be something urgent. Come on, sweetheart."

Resisting the anxiety in her heart, Jessica politely said goodbye to Mrs. Holmes and Sherlock, who was silent, before walking quickly.

Mrs. Holmes looked at the back of the hurriedly leaving in confusion, "What's wrong with Jesse?"

"It's a sudden incident, and I don't want others to know." Sherlock said, "She's trying hard to cover it up, but she's not lying. Talking too much about details, she knows how to imply that it's something that's important to her but doesn't need to be. Nobody's meddling', but on the other hand it just proves that what she's hiding is no small matter."

"Since you can also see that she doesn't need anyone to intervene and doesn't want others to know, you should pretend that you don't know. I didn't really want to know the answer just now." Mrs. Holmes gave Sherlock a reproachful look. The inhumanity has always troubled her.

As she expected, Sherlock scoffed.

"If there's anything in the world I don't know, it's 'pretend not to know'. In fact, no one would believe me even if I pretended."

Mrs. Holmes could only shake her head.

Meanwhile, Jessica finally made it to the small room in the Northwest Wing, which now housed the terrified Margaret temporarily.She urged Emma to go and explain the situation to her parents, and get some clothes for Margaret to wear by the way.

Emma agreed to leave, and then Jessica relaxed and calmed down her shortness of breath.

Margaret was still as numb, as if her soul had been drained.She was curled up on the bench, her hands clasping her knees, her jaw still shaking.

"Maggie," Jessica couldn't help but persuade, "we should call the police..."

"No, no, no," Margaret raised her head sharply, grabbed her arm and begged her, "Please, no, my parents will kill me!"

Jessica sighed.

She heard Emma roughly say that Margaret's family believed in some "inhuman" religion, and believed that women should remain chaste until they got married, and Margaret would be expelled from the house in this case.

"But..." She wanted to say something, but seeing Margaret's pleading eyes, she stopped.

"I hate him, I hate him so much," murmured Margaret to herself, "I want to kill him...I want him to go to hell..."

Jessica took her shoulders sadly.

There were footsteps coming from far and near outside the door, Emma pushed the door open, turned and leaned against the door panel and said out of breath, "I...I...I saw Sherlock Holmes coming this way coming……"

A horrified look appeared on Margaret's face, and she shrank back with a scream.

Jessica rubbed her temples with a headache and saw Emma wink at her.

Of course she knew what Emma meant, but Sherlock wanted to know the truth of something, and she couldn't stop it at all.

But she still appeased Margaret, promised that she would not let anyone come near here, and then walked out anxiously.

The narrow corridor was still empty, with decayed and dilapidated wooden doors on both sides, the glass above was broken, leaving only sharp-edged residue, like the fangs of a monster opening its bloody mouth.Jessica shuddered, clenched her hands unconsciously, trying to focus on how to deal with Sherlock later.

The whole building was silent, only the sound of her light footsteps and the flickering sound of the broken light tube could be heard in her ears, the light in front of her eyes was getting stronger and stronger, and she was approaching the door, so she quickened her pace.

Suddenly, someone covered her mouth and nose from behind.

A strong arm wrapped around her neck, and she struggled to get rid of the shackles, but a pungent smell filled her nostrils, and gradually she let go of her hand, hanging powerlessly by her side, and her mind was full of pain. blank.

This is the murderer.

It was the only thought on Jessica's mind before she lost consciousness.