[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"My parents, I love them, no doubt about it. If you don't think that statement is sensational enough, that's your problem. At least I'm more sincere than Mycroft, who sometimes seems like an incompetent sycophant who chooses to go into politics I'm not surprised at all."

——Excerpt from "Interview with Sherlock Holmes"

Jessica was sitting on the sofa with a glass of juice in her hand, and Mr. Holmes was standing by the French window trimming a potted plant.From this angle, you can see the lush and endless trees outside the window, and the flat lawn and wild shrubs nearby.Holmes' home is located in the outskirts far from the urban area, surrounded by forests, and the chirping of summer insects can be heard in this season.

The interior decoration is very lifelike, with calico sofas, plaid curtains, beige wallpaper and log furniture, in a typical country style.

"When we were still living in Manchester," Mr. Holmes took the scissors and carefully cut the branches and leaves, "we lived in a townhouse in the city. When we first moved here, we were not used to the silence here, but now it is even worse. Liked it."

Jessica nodded. In fact, as a neighbor in the same block, she knew it very well.Of course, the townhouse is much more cramped than the current residence, but Mrs. Holmes likes the excitement in the community very much. She knows almost everyone and is often the leader of various activities.

So when they moved to Cheshire, it seemed strange that they would choose such a lonely place.

"It's really quiet here," she took a sip of juice, "I'm often woken up by the sound of a car engine in the middle of the night at home."

"Don't mention your mansion, Martha can boast about it to the sky." Mr. Holmes said with a smile, "Speaking of which, why doesn't Raymond come in? If he can stay for dinner, Martha will be very happy .”

"He's busy every weekend." Jessica herself was also puzzled. Raymond, who always liked to join in the fun, insisted that he had an appointment, but Emma clearly said that today Ollie and Calvin's football team were absent. any arrangements.

Mr. Holmes showed Jessica the "result" of his pruning all afternoon-a green plant that didn't look particularly changed.Jessica looked at it in confusion for a long time. Mark said that he was obsessed with Chinese potted plants recently. It was true that not everyone could understand the mysterious oriental power.At least Jessica couldn't understand it.

"Uh, that's... mysterious?" Just as she was racking her brains to praise Mark's craftsmanship, the front door opened, and Mrs. Holmes and Sherlock rescued her.

"Jessie, I'm so sorry." Mrs. Holmes put down the bag in her hand and gave her a hug. "I heard that you were coming, so I went to the supermarket with Sherlock to buy ingredients, but the nearest supermarket is five kilometers away. It's been such a long wait. You must stay for dinner today."

"Okay, of course." Jessica hugged her back.

Mrs. Holmes pulled Jessica to sit on the sofa and asked how Mark and Joanna were doing.Holding two big paper bags in his arms, Sherlock slowly entered the door, glanced at her as a greeting, and then disappeared to the other side of the living room.After he came back empty-handed, Mrs. Holmes immediately stopped talking to Jessica, and urged Sherlock to take her friend upstairs with a smile on her face.

"Would you like a snack? What about a drink?" she said eagerly. "I made waffles yesterday."

"How about red wine and scented candles? I still have some," Mr. Holmes joked, "to add a touch of romance."

Facing his over-enthusiastic parents, Sherlock's expression didn't fluctuate at all, he just turned around with a little disgust and walked upstairs, pretending he didn't hear anything.Jessica was a little dumbfounded, she felt that she was not a beast enough to have any thoughts about a child she had "nannyed", let alone this was not an ordinary child.

Moreover, the experience of failing once on him was enough.

She declined the "good intentions" of the Holmes couple, and followed Sherlock, with the muttering voices of the Holmes couple behind her.

"Jessie is blushing...I swear..." she heard Mrs. Holmes chuckle.

What?really?

Jessica couldn't help reaching out to touch her cheek, not noticing that the person walking in front quickened her pace silently.

Sherlock led her into a small living room, which should be his usual study.There are a whole wall of books, the floor is covered with ethnic-style carpets, and hundreds of file folders are neatly placed on the huge walnut tabletop, like a hill.He gave up the only armchair to Jessica, and stood in the middle of the room, his face livid.

"Wonderful! Mom organized my materials, how helpful."

Listening to the mocking tone, Jessica knew he wasn't really grateful.

"You guys should send Kevin so my parents will be more normal," he said sullenly, "now I'll have to take the time to put them back the way I want them to be."

"I'm afraid Kevin can't convey your words clearly," Jessica explained, "You know, Margaret doesn't want him to come close."

Yes, in the end Sherlock agreed to help Jessica find the murderer who violated Margaret.That was when Jessica was at a loss for his inexplicable rejection reasons, and he suddenly changed his mind, "This is far more interesting than it seems", it sounds like some new discovery made him suddenly have the fun of the challenge.

"Emma was out with her parents today," she continued, "so I'm here alone."

Sherlock was looking for something in a pile of papers, and in just a moment he had made a mess on the table.After hearing this, he stopped his hands and glanced at her.

"Lies." He protracted his voice like an aria, "The fresh raspberries you brought in the kitchen can only be bought on Fields Road, and there is kaolin on the rut at the door, which is a special symbol of the Sound District .Two o'clock in a row, unless Raymond is out of his mind and lost his way, your route is directly from Emma's house in Sandbach to here."

Jessica secretly blamed herself for forgetting how sensitive the person in front of her was to lies.

"Well, I'm from Emma's house," she confessed honestly, "Emma doesn't want to come."

In Emma's mind, Sherlock has become a demon with sharp horns, and she doesn't want to come to the devil's lair.

"That doesn't explain why you lied." Sherlock opened a cabinet door, which contained several cardboard boxes.

"Because in social etiquette, it is rude to directly refuse someone's invitation, you have to..." Jessica knew that she would soon be interrupted by Sherlock, who was impatient to listen to this, but seeing that After a few words on the cardboard box, I gradually lost my voice.

One label reads "Katy" and the lower one reads "Will" twice as big.

She stared at the two labels tightly.

Since becoming Jessica Harris, she has rarely thought about the past.But at this moment, the word "Will" stung her eyes severely.

With a "bang", Sherlock put a box on the ground, Jessica was startled, and quickly turned her eyes away.

He took out a few sheets of paper and handed them to Jessica.

"Six feet or so tall, probably in nearby student files at that time."

Jessica cheered up and looked through one by one.Most of them are seniors, and there are a few familiar faces.

"...Joseph Lecter." She frowned at the name and looked up at Sherlock.

Sherlock looked back blankly.

Jessica lowered her head and resigned herself to turning another page.

"How is Raymond in here?!" she exclaimed in surprise. "He's not even six feet!"

"Based on the time, place, and method of committing the crime, my main suspects are some students and their parents." Sherlock did not show the slightest apology. "I have met Mark, and he meets these conditions."

"But Dad and I have always been together," Jessica said, feeling troubled by his disavowal attitude, "Raymond is Mom."

She took it upon herself to pull out Raymond's file and put it aside, but Sherlock didn't stop her.

"James Perkins." She said the last name.

"He is currently the most suspected. It is indeed a good plan to instruct Kevin to change the report card on the parent reception day, but the timing is suspicious... It is not a coincidence that the two things come together..."

Sherlock was immersed in his own world as he spoke. He folded his arms and pondered for a while, his light gray pupils staring at the corner of Jessica's clothes, his eyes focused as if they could burn a hole.

Suddenly, he jumped up, buried himself in the mountain of paper on the table, and began to search for something.

Jessica looked at his back silently, but after a while her eyes involuntarily drifted to the half-closed cabinet door.

"Will" only showed a capital W, which turned into a devil's fork in her eyes, luring her to go there step by step.

She now knows exactly what she wants to do, and she also knows what the result will be.

"Life doesn't always go your way," said her grandfather, Will, "it's just the things that can change, and you have to fight for it."

She knew that once she did it, even if she just touched it, Sherlock would definitely find out, and she would face endless doubts from then on.

"Sherlock is indeed very smart, but his most valuable feature is his ability to concentrate. When a person concentrates on doing one thing, he will get unimaginable results. And Sherlock can almost everything achieve the same concentration. But..."

The carton had a faint musty smell, the label on it was slightly yellowed, and there was a thick layer of dust on the surface.She knew that the owner of the box hadn't opened it for a long time.

"But human attention is limited."

Human attention span is limited.She repeated this sentence in her heart.

"I'm not a speculator, but you have the guts to take risks, Katie, you're brave."

Sherlock was still rummaging through the pile of documents, and cautiously stretched out her hand amidst the rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other.

It was a risk she had to take.

The author has something to say:

A few days ago, I just said that there would be an update at noon, but I broke my promise... I am ashamed to cover my face

There are a lot of things recently, but I will still work hard to update it every day!

Will not abandon the pit! !little angels rest assured

ps thank you aged mine ~ love you xxx