[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"When I check the comments on my blog, the hottest discussion is always Sherlock's relationship issues, I have no problem with that. It's just that as a widower and father, seeing those 'fan fiction' 'fan art' It's really a weird thing. I understand that you guys have some kind of fantasies about me and Sherlock, but it's really weird. So I specifically asked Sherlock to clarify this, and here is his statement — 'We're not a couple'. To fans headed by Mrs. Hudson."

——Excerpt from "Interview with Sherlock Holmes"

He needs to talk to someone.

He had been thinking about it all the way home.

Dad always said that he was the "most mediocre person" in the family, and he was not lying.But if anyone in the family was a good listener, it was him.Dad doesn't pretend to be deep or sarcastic like Mycroft, and he doesn't talk about him like Mom wants to speculate on the motives behind him.He always answered every question seriously, and never guessed why you asked this question.

He asked Dad, and got the answer, simple as that.

After thinking clearly, he opened the door and went downstairs.Dad is pruning potted plants again, he has been obsessed with it for more than a month.

"Sherlock," Dad saw him, waving the scissors happily, "look, how about this?"

"If the lowermost branch on the left is broken due to the force, it will produce a chain reaction caused by a series of stress changes. Simply put, it will fall." He looked at the half-destroyed plant.

"Oh, really?" Dad raised his precious plant with his hands in shock, "Thanks for reminding me."

The setting sun shines in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, making the shadows on the ground very long.He felt like his body was being pulled and torn apart like his shadow.

"Dad," he stared at the ceramic planter, "I want to ask you a question."

"Of course, of course." Dad looked over curiously.

"Actually, it's a psychological question," he cleared his throat, and said with difficulty, "how to tell if someone likes you?"

"Well, Sherlock," Dad rubbed his chin and thought for a while, "I didn't expect you to have teenage troubles..."

"Not at all," he immediately denied, "just curiosity."

"Okay," Dad seemed unconvinced, "how do you know if someone likes you? I can't answer that question, but it's like...you just know? Like, all of a sudden, you know? Like me Meeting your mother..."

Yeah, he forgot about the love story of mom and dad falling in love at first sight, he's heard it [-] times.

"Don't say any more nonsense about fate and lightning and thunder," he interrupted his father. "I didn't believe it when I was three years old."

"I didn't lie to you," Dad spread his hands, "That's the truth. The moment I saw your mother, I did have a feeling of fate. But your mother didn't think so. Her first impression of me was A dumb kid who stutters and keeps looking down at the corners of his clothes, but keeps asking her out for all kinds of reasons. For a while she even thought I was a stalker, and in a way, I was... But in a good way..."

He thought of Jessica fiddling with the hem of her skirt in front of him.

"In short, I ran into her in various ways..."

He thought of Jessica asking everyone on campus for news of him.

"I cherish every opportunity to be with her..."

He remembered Jessica's refusal to switch to another group in Art Appreciation class, even though she cared about her grades.

"At that time, my sisters laughed at me for not being able to marry Martha, but I didn't give up..."

He thought of Raymond.

Maybe Raymond is right, and what could be more credible than the words of family members?

He had never listened so carefully to a story that he had heard countless times. Following his father's narration, the fog that had always shrouded Jessica's body dissipated, and a bigger fog was revealed.

She likes him.

He stood stiffly where he was.

"Hey, Sherlock," Dad asked with concern, "You look like you've just hit a ghost. What's going on?"

No, it's worse than seeing a ghost.

"I thought I was telling a romantic love story," Dad said helplessly. "Do you have to make such a creepy face?"

He didn't care whether his expression was decent at all, his rationality was shattered by this huge discovery, his mind was in a mess, like a drowning man who was about to suffocate.She likes him, what should he do?

"If someone likes me, does it have anything to do with me?" He suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Strictly speaking, it doesn't matter."

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"But," Dad looked at him amused, "if someone likes you, even if it's out of your control, you have a certain responsibility for that feeling. It depends on whether you like the person or not. "

Does he like Jessica?

He never thought about it.

Even though he was very resistant in his heart, he had no choice but to ask himself "Raymond's four questions about love".

Does he really want to be with Jessica?No, he liked being alone, but he could live with her if she kept quiet.

Want to give Jessica all the good stuff?No, it's not realistic.He couldn't imagine himself doing something so stupid.

Want to spend every opportunity with Jessica?Same as the first question, but if she asks him, he won't refuse.

Caring about Jessica all the time?No no no, he is very busy.Couldn't she even take care of herself?

"If you like this person, it's your responsibility to show him or her your heart and secure the relationship. Do your best to make her feel happy and loved every moment when you're together, I mean , or him, you know if you... I don't mind." Dad gestured at him.

He didn't care, and frowned and thought about it.

Feeling happy and loved every moment?It sounds so unrealistic.

"If you don't like this person, your responsibility is to say no to him or her clearly while trying not to hurt him or her."

In contrast, the second case is easier to deal with.

"Then I don't like her." He nodded, as if convincing himself.

"Eh?" Dad froze for a moment, then laughed, "Sherlock...hahaha...are you slipping? But it's good to know your sexual orientation, you like girls."

"Thank you, Dad." He thanked firmly, "If you still have a little kindness, please don't tell Mom."

Pretending to be calm, he turned around and took a few steps, almost tripping over the carpet.

Dad laughed again from behind.

"Love makes people abnormal," Dad lamented, "and you are not immune."

Yes, and all because of that Jessica who just had to like him.

He went upstairs silently and came to his study room. The paper on the floor covered the entire carpet.He stepped on a series of footprints indifferently, sat on the armchair and sighed a long time.

Her eyes swept over the heavy mahogany bookcase, where Jessica knocked his box to the ground last time.

Stupid and stupid.

He groaned, and when he looked up, he found that his father was standing at the door at some point.

"I just want to say I'm really happy to see you like this, not normal," Dad shrugged, "I've been worried since what happened when you were 12 years old. But now it seems that Dr. Lecter That's right, he said you could recover on your own."

He pursed his lips, did not speak, and instinctively wanted to avoid this topic.

"Maybe thanks to the Harris kids too," Dad added calmly.

His heart skipped a beat, and he looked at his father's face vigilantly, only to see a knowing smile.

"Don't look at me, I don't know anything." Dad tried his best to suppress a smile, waved and left the room.

Dad has changed.

Get cunning.

Or is he getting silly?

Frustrated, he stood up and paced up and down on the papers all over the floor, making annoying clattering noises under his feet.

After being forced to stop by the sound of his own footsteps, he decided to keep himself busy.He opened the bookcase, and there were several cardboard boxes inside, and the topmost place was empty.

Oh, yes, Jessica took all the Holmes Chapel files.

It's Jessica again.

He rubbed his temples and was about to close the cabinet door when a cardboard box caught his attention.

The yellowed label reads "Will", the nightmare in his mind, the cause of his mental breakdown at the age of 12, and even now, it still appears from time to time in the nightmare.

But that wasn't what caught his attention—someone had touched the box, and there was a small fingerprint on it.

He opened the lid and was stunned to find that the first page was "Eighth Grade Student Profile".

what happened?It should have been Will's criminal record, the brutal killing process, and... the last thing he wants to recall.He emptied all the documents in the box, there was no autopsy report, no photos of the scene, and all records about that night were gone.

Is Jessica messing it up?

Impossible, he carefully recalled the details of that day, she did it on purpose.

Why did she take it on purpose?

Without a clue, he just ran downstairs, took Dad's car keys, and rushed out of the house.

The sun has disappeared below the distant horizon, but most of the sky is still blood red.

It was the bloodiest, darkest thing in the world, with no humanity left.

Jessica couldn't see.He wants to stop her.

He ignored his father who chased him out in a daze, and started the car.