[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

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They were not welcomed by the Lindemanns.After being kicked out of the apartment building, Dad parked the car on the side of the road, and he stared at the narrow door without relaxing for a moment.

The father who drove all night lay in the back seat and fell asleep.From early morning to noon, the sun gradually revealed its scorching true face, and the asphalt road seemed to be steaming with heat.He lay on the steering wheel, but kept his head up, waiting for the person he was looking for to appear.

Soon, a figure in a black robe came out from the door.Her thin body was wrapped in heavy clothes, the hem of the robe almost hanging on the ground.The hair and half of the face were covered under the dark scarf at the same time, only a pair of timid eyes were exposed.

Margaret!

He opened the car door, his eyes narrowed in the bright sunlight.He trotted a few steps behind Margaret, and when she was far enough away from home, he approached and patted her on the shoulder.

"Margaret Lindemann."

Margaret was startled, and then turned her head, her eyes changed from the initial surprise to calmness in an instant.

"What did you come to see me for?" She pulled her hood up, her voice hoarse through the thick fabric.

"Ask you a question." He couldn't help frowning. If it weren't for the identical eyebrows and eyes, the person in front of him seemed to have undergone completely different changes from before, both in temperament and personality.

"I don't know what else is wrong with you," Margaret said. "If it's about me being assaulted, then I have nothing to say."

Her eyes were extraordinarily firm, and she didn't flinch when she said "violated", as if she was talking about something that happened to someone else.

"No," he lied, "I want to ask about your relationship with Joseph."

Margaret gave him a skeptical look, and thought for a while, "I can't tell you more here... But Joseph? We just took a class together before, and he is a very good person."

"I know you lost control twice before you identified Simon Cornwell," he said bluntly. "Before the first time, you were with Joseph, weren't you?"

"Didn't you say it has nothing to do with this?" Margaret sneered twice under the headscarf, "but you helped me, so I'll answer you. Yes, we were working on a project and we accidentally walked to the Northwest Building that place."

"Then think about it carefully. When you and Joseph are alone, is there anything strange, such as a memory disappearing, or falling asleep for no reason?"

Margaret recalled it, and said hesitantly, "It seems that once, before we went to the Northwest Building, I fell asleep lying on the table, and Joseph pushed me awake."

He pursed his lips. Although there was no substantive evidence for this answer, it also confirmed his speculation all along.He asked some more details, and took out a handkerchief for Margaret to smell. I don't know if it was because of covering her face, but she didn't have any special reaction.Margaret cooperated calmly throughout the whole process, and did not interrupt him until nearly 10 minutes later.

"I should go," she looked around. "It's not good for people to see me talking to you."

"Wait," he stretched out his hand to stop, "don't you want to know why I came?"

Margaret looked up at him, "My life is very peaceful now, I don't know why you come, but I hope you don't come again."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and quickly left like a black shadow under the midsummer sun.

He didn't continue to catch up, but just turned around and went back to the car. Dad was already awake and looked at him questioningly.

"I think that's it," he said, "but it's impossible to send him to prison."

"You've done a great job, son," Dad said, rubbing his head from behind, "I'm so proud of you."

He let his father ruffle his curly hair without saying a word.

****

Under the initiative of Joseph, the fundraising reception held by the five communities began.Mrs. North, a local rich man, donated her big garden in friendship. Volunteers spent a day setting up the stage, hanging colorful balloons, and serving food on the white tablecloths of the long dining table.

Consecutive days of community service saved Jessica from the initial panic. She greeted guests with Mrs. North and acted as a temporary bartender with a tray.Joseph conquered countless ladies with his charming smile, making them take out checks from their handbags.

"He's such a sweetheart, isn't he?"

It might be that Jessica looked at Joseph for too long, Mrs. North pushed her arm with a smile, and said mysteriously, "And you look very good together."

"What?" Jessica looked over in surprise, "I have nothing to do with Joseph."

"Oh," said Mrs. North with a "you can't fool me" look, "though you two are the most teenage-looking teenagers I've ever met, there must be something between you?"

"We're just friends, that's all." Jessica said helplessly.

The gossip in Mrs. North's eyes continued, and at this moment Joseph seemed to realize their long gaze, turned sideways, and raised his glass in this direction.

"Oh, look," Mrs. North became excited at once, "look at Jo's eyes, how affectionate they are!"

"That's because he's like that with everyone." Jessica shrugged.

Mrs. North silently complained about her incomprehension with reproachful eyes, and Jessica shuddered and decided to go to the bar for a few more drinks.

At this time, the reception was coming to an end, and Jessica was surprised to find that there were quite a few drunk people at such a charity banquet.She walked cautiously around the sprawling drunks and fetched a few glasses of champagne.When she got back to where Mrs. North was standing, she found her whispering to Joseph, her face growing paler and paler.

"What happened?" Jessica stepped forward and found that Joseph also had a serious face.

"..." Mrs. North shook her head, unable to speak, "It's terrible..."

Jessica turned her head to look at Joseph. He first took the tray out of her hand, and then said seriously, "Alan just fell off the crib and is being sent to the hospital for emergency treatment."

Jessica shrank in her heart, and asked nervously: "Then how is he? Still... okay?"

Joseph shook his head slightly, and Mrs. North's face instantly turned white. She supported Joseph's arm, her voice trembling, "Should I not invite them? If they don't come, Xiao Ai Len wouldn't..."

Jessica looked at Mrs. North, who couldn't accept this fact for a while, and Joseph, who comforted her softly, feeling a little confused in the shock.

Is this a tragedy caused by irresponsible parents, or an unavoidable accident?

****

When he and Dad got home, Mum happened to be back from London.She cooked a lot of dishes in a good mood, talked a lot about her interesting things in Cambridge, and finally expressed her expectation for the trip to Nice.

"Even though we go every year," she said excitedly, "I can't wait to be there tomorrow!"

So the itinerary to Nice was discussed at the dinner table, and he sat on the side without saying a word, lost in thought.

Should he meet Joseph before leaving?

Suspicion was just suspicion, and he had no way of finding evidence.In this case, it is meaningless for him to go to a showdown, and he will startle the snake.Besides, Dad had promised his friends at the police station would keep an eye on Joseph.

But an irrational impulse told him that he should warn Joseph, at least let Joseph know that what he did was not unnoticed, and if possible, Joseph might restrain himself a little.

Oh no.

This idea is too ridiculous, how could a criminal who was so skilled that he didn't leave any clues stop because of a warning that didn't hurt.

But when he thought that Joseph was there and might do something to hurt others at any time, he was uneasy.

He had to confront Joseph, even if it didn't work out.

"Sherlock..."

When he came back to his senses, he found his mother looking at him worriedly, "Why have you been in a daze?"

"I think tomorrow I..." He began hesitantly.

Mom had no idea where he and dad had been and what they had done these days, and they had agreed to keep it from her together.Since he was 12 years old when he stumbled upon the body hiding place and caused a nervous breakdown, his mother became extremely fussy.

What excuse should he have?

"Sherlock wants to go to the Harris's to say goodbye," Dad added, "maybe we can leave a day later."

"What? I..." He tied his tongue, "It's not..."

"Martha, will you agree?" Pa cut him off and gave him a wink. "A vacation is a long one."

Dad has countless reasons to use it, why did he choose this one?

He rubbed his face with a headache, as expected, his mother first looked at him in surprise, and then there was undisguised excitement on her face, "Of course, Sherlock, you can say goodbye for as long as you want!"

Her whole body was perked up, her eyes sparkled—not even when Mycroft had graduated from Oxford.

"You look as if I'm going to get married next moment, Mom." He accidentally said the complaint in his heart, and immediately regretted it so much that he made everyone present lose their memory.

"Get married!" Mom cheered, "Really!"

He looked at the instigator of everything - his father was holding back a smile and couldn't help nodding, "It can't be more real."

He stood up silently, trying his best not to look ashamed and angry, but there was still unscrupulous laughter from behind.

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