[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Jessica was very busy in the last few days of school. She didn't notice that Sherlock had disappeared from that day. Meet Sherlock.

So early in the morning on the first day of the holiday, Jessica sat at the dining table, drinking coffee one after another.She looked at the sleepy Raymond opposite, and the questions she had for so many days came out naturally.

"Sherlock didn't come to school the other day, did he? He didn't even take his chemistry lab exam."

Raymond's eyes were blank, and he recalled, "He seemed to be in a hurry and applied for a test ahead of time." He shook his head, regaining consciousness a little, "Mr. Elliott was brought here by Mr. Holmes. , after all, there has never been such a precedent.”

"Did they say it was urgent?" Jessica was a little puzzled, after all, going to Nice for vacation didn't sound like an emergency.

"No," Raymond said inarticulately, stuffing the last bite of the sandwich into his mouth, "I just happened to meet in Mr. Elliott's office..."

Jessica understood that it was probably Raymond who got into some trouble again and was waiting for the punishment from the dean of students.

"F**k, I'm going to be late again," Raymond looked up at the clock on the wall, almost choking.He jumped up, stumbled towards the door, and before leaving, he turned his head and added provocatively, "If you want to ask Sherlock if he has asked you, then no."

"Thank you, but I don't want to ask." Jessica said blankly, "It's already 8 o'clock, if you want to know."

Her answer was the door, which was slammed shut.

Jessica put away the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, leaning against the cabinets and listening to the rumble.She was alone in the whole house, Mark and Joanna were working, leaving early and returning late as usual, Raymond was working part-time and had a date, so what should she do?

For the first time since Jessica entered this body, she had so much leisure time.She swam two laps in the swimming pool first, then sat on the deck chair with her damp hair and read a few pages of a book.After the part-time worker left, she ordered a takeaway, but only ate half of it.In the afternoon, she took out all the videotapes she hadn’t seen at home and piled them up, and sorted them according to the degree she wanted to watch from high to low. With the accompaniment of Hitchcock’s "Psycho", her eyelids became heavier and she fell asleep unconsciously. .

When she woke up, Raymond had returned.

"You remind me of when my grandmother was alive," he murmured. "I would fall asleep watching TV, and I couldn't even imagine what it was like."

Jessica thumped the sore back of her neck, speechless.

At this time, the sky in the west was already bright red under the reflection of the setting sun. She rubbed her eyes stimulated by the light, and couldn't believe that a day had passed like this.

Is it going to be like this for the past few months?

Maybe she should find a part-time job like Raymond, or learn something...

Jessica was thinking in her heart, when the phone beside her suddenly rang.She was taken aback, patted her chest in shock, and picked up the phone.

"This is Joseph Lecter." A polite voice sounded from the other end, "Is Jessica there?"

"Joseph—" Jessica couldn't help being a little happy, "I didn't expect you to call me!"

"Of course I'll call you," Joseph said with a smile, "Although it's not yet a day, I still want to ask you, how was your vacation?"

"Oh—boring," said Jessica, sprawled on the couch, "and you?"

"I'm fine. I'm a volunteer in the community. Today I'm helping widowers mow the lawn," Joseph said. "I want to ask if you are interested in joining us? We are very short of people."

"That's a really great thing, Joseph," Jessica said sincerely. "I mean, of course I would, 100 percent."

They chatted for a few more words before hanging up the phone.Jessica's spirit, which had been sluggish all day, was revived by this phone call. She stretched herself, turned off the TV, and put the messy video tapes on the floor back in place.

Soon, Joanna and Mark will come too.They arrived home together, and for some reason their expressions were a little dignified.When they arrived at the dining table, Mark had returned to normal, but Joanna looked at Raymond in a daze from time to time, but the nervous Raymond didn't notice this, and kept talking about the strange guests he met today.

After dinner, Joanna used the excuse of washing the dishes and whispered to Mark in the kitchen for a while, as if they were discussing some ulterior secret, and Jessica, who even went in to drink water, was on guard like a spy.

"Why are you... looking at me like that?"

Under the two scorching gazes, Jessica couldn't hold the cup firmly in her hand.

"Nothing," Mark smiled softly, "Your mother and I were talking about something important."

"Yes, honey," Joanna coaxed, putting her arm around her shoulders, "maybe you'll find out soon..."

Then she pushed Jessica out the door, kissed her on the forehead and sent her upstairs to sleep.Jessica walked to the stairs, and when she turned her head, Joanna was still leaning against the kitchen door, waving at her.

Jessica went upstairs speechlessly.

******

Dr. Hannibal Lecter was sitting behind the large desk, his smile deepened the dimples on his face, but these blunt curves did not make him any more friendly, instead they set off his eyes Even more brilliant.

"Sherlock," Dr. Lecter called his name, "we're talking about 'offspring' today. Don't be too surprised. As you can see, my innate temperament has made me walk away in my consulting career." There are many detours, but no matter what the method is, it can't dispel everyone's distrust when they see me, and this is supported by sufficient psychological theory, so I can't complain about it. I can never be as good as other psychological counselors. kind……"

Dr. Lecter looked at him, and he couldn't help but be puzzled by the meaningful look in his eyes.

"So I have my own method, Sherlock, and tell me what you think about future generations."

offspring?He wasn't sure if he wanted to answer the question, but his thoughts drifted involuntarily.He hates kids, that's for sure, especially kids who just know how to cry.But his own offspring must be different from those runny-nosed kids. His mother said that he knew how to spray milk on Mycroft's face shortly after he was born... But, is he a bit narcissistic when he thinks so? ?

"No," Dr. Lecter sat there without moving, but his voice seemed to come from afar, "Even if you are, you have a hundred more reasons to be narcissistic than ordinary people, and it can even be said that it is the correct self-positioning .”

Yeah?He doesn't even know what his own self-positioning is, he only knows that he is different from others, and earlier this difference made him proud, but after that incident it made him miserable...

"Our topic today is 'offspring', Sherlock," Dr. Lecter reminded, "I don't want you to think about anything else."

Well, well, offspring...let him think, he doesn't know...maybe he will have offspring later?As long as his descendants don't inherit his memories - especially those memories - then he will give the best of all...

"Sherlock," Dr. Lecter's voice was helpless, "I know you have had some painful experiences, which is why you came here, but..."

He felt that he was being lifted up by a pair of hands, but his feet were as soft as stepping on cotton.Only then did he realize that he had just been lying on a couch.

"Do you want to hear my opinion on future generations?" Dr. Lecter knelt down and faced him, "Most people in this world have a characteristic, some are good, some are bad, for example, most people are It's mediocre, criminals are evil, some people are stupid, and some people go to Harvard. But if you're proud of your traits, you'll want them in your offspring. An entrepreneur will want his son Self-made like himself, the president wants his children to be presidents too...”

He nodded, feeling dizzy in his head.

"But basically most people get the opposite of what they want, not only because of some mistakes in genes when merging with others, but also because of changes in the growth environment, such as the children of the rich are always spoiled and lose the competitive spirit of the previous generation, etc. So when one day I suddenly wanted my most self-satisfied achievement—or a kind of consciousness—to not disappear with me, I decided not to find a woman to have children, relying on the luck of the lottery , but to choose..."

What does it mean?

"Choose one who meets the requirements, and then carry out targeted education and transformation until he becomes what you want." Dr. Lecter's face gradually blurred, and his voice was as cold as it had been processed, "I am an orphanage. I grew up, so after I made up my mind, I visited orphanages all over the world, and then encountered some things, and the work stalled, but after that, I found a suitable person. When I first The first time I saw him, I knew he was the one I was looking for..."

Dr. Lecter did not continue, but waved his hand, "You haven't seen it yet, come out, Joseph."

He woke up instantly from the dream.

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Chestnut baby said in the comment area that there is finally progress, me first? ? ? , and suddenly found out! !Already 16! !

And the author Bacteria originally planned to finish it with 20 yuan! !

It seems impossible now (laughing and crying

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