[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Little Allen's funeral was held in the local churchyard, and nearly the entire community was in attendance.Jessica was wearing a black dress, standing next to Joseph who was also in black, listening to the priest's prayer, and looking at Ellen's parents who were devastated, her eyes couldn't help turning red.

"Maybe it's a relief for him," Joseph said in a low voice, holding her by the shoulders, "after all, he hasn't been treated fairly since he was born."

Joseph could always send comfort at the most appropriate time, but the small coffin still made Jessica feel very uncomfortable.

After the funeral, they slowly walked out of the gate with the crowd.The originally sunny weather suddenly blew a strong wind at this moment, the sun was quickly blocked by dark clouds, and it seemed that there would be a downpour soon.Joseph took off his coat and put it on Jessica, and carefully adjusted her collar. Jessica forced a smile to thank him, but she was still a little dazed by the scene just now.

She wrapped her large coat tightly, and when she turned around, she found that Sherlock was standing not far in front, looking at them with an unpredictable expression.

The humid air seemed to make his hair fluffy, but his broad shoulders were slightly slumped.He stood there straight, but his face was as gloomy as the cloudy sky now.

"Sherlock?" Jessica called, "Didn't you go to Nice?"

A gust of wind blew her words to pieces.In the whistling wind, she could only watch Sherlock's lips open and close, his eyes swept twice between her and Joseph, and finally nailed tightly to Joseph.

"You wait here," Joseph whispered in Jessica's ear, "he wants to talk to me."

Jessica stood there blankly, watching Joseph and Sherlock walking towards the garden behind the church one after the other.Before disappearing into the lush bushes, Joseph turned his head and smiled at her reassuringly, and gestured for her to take shelter in the church from the rain.

And Sherlock didn't even look at her the whole time.

In a sudden gust of wind mixed with raindrops, Jessica felt chills all over, and she walked into the empty church with her arms folded.The crucified Jesus looked down at her peacefully, and the stained glass behind him reflected the dim light.As the dark clouds got thicker and thicker, the room became darker and darker, and finally it was silent in a dim yellow, only the flickering candlesticks gave off a faint light.

Jessica stared at the dancing flames, and heard the rumbling thunder in her ears. The bad premonition in her heart was getting heavier and heavier. She felt that she couldn't delay another second.

She opened the back door of the church, and a few strands of rain slapped relentlessly on her face.The shrubs in the garden are as tall as a person, and the dense branches and leaves completely block the line of sight.Her feet didn't make any sound on the lawn, but in the short intervals of thunder, the faint sound of dispute became more and more clear.

Following the intermittent voice, Jessica found where the two were.

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When a thunderstorm fell, they stood face to face, silently confronting each other.

Joseph was still as relaxed as last time, smiling and waiting for him to speak, full of politeness, without a hint of impatience.

And he didn't have the hesitation and temptation of last time, and he knew that he would not be persuaded by this hypocrite's excuse again.Anyway, this time he had the truth in his arms, and if Joseph was sensible, he should be terrified.

Yet no one here is frightened.

There was only water vapor and the smell of grass and trees in the air, and the excitement of meeting an opponent, and he felt that his blood was also boiling.In this silent tension, he licked his lips.

"You can perfume and hypnotize," he said, "you raped Margaret and then hypnotized her memory to make her think Simon Cornwell did it, Because of Cornwell's perfume."

A dozen days without black and white, and thousands of miles of traveling, are condensed in these few short sentences.When he finally said it to the person who made it all, instead of feeling relaxed, he became even more tense.

"I've never heard that hypnosis can modify memory, Sherlock." Joseph seemed to be amused, "Did you watch too many movies?"

Of course Joseph would not admit it.

"What you did was perfect," he continued, ignoring the naked taunt, "until you started blaming Cornwell, I was a little impatient, and I didn't even understand why you would Choose Cornwell. You can just let this go and be forgotten, and nobody will find you anyway."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Joseph shrugged, "I don't know if Cornwell is the real criminal, but he is a complete villain, and it is said that he has always liked to touch girls... …by the way, he is also suspected of corruption.”

Then Joseph smiled down, as if he was a little embarrassed, "I love helping people, even though my grandfather often didn't allow me to do it. But he is also a warm-hearted person, like he helped you, right? I like volunteering , anything that helps people, even if some people don't realize they need help, even if they blame me for helping them, it doesn't matter, does it? I'm helping them."

"You mean," he couldn't help feeling cold, "you raped Margaret to help her?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Joseph shook his head, "But you must have seen Margaret? How is she doing?"

"She..." He gritted his teeth, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart.

"Weak people are always troublesome to help," Joseph said with a smile, as if he was complaining about the weather, "You have to destroy them first and then rebuild them, of course not everyone can change from now on." It’s better to be strong than to be weak all the time.”

"You're crazy." His throat was tickling and his chest was heaving.

"Again, I don't know what you're talking about."

"One day," he said hoarsely, "I'll catch you."

"I'll wait for you," Joseph smiled, and said thoughtfully, "how about this, I heard you're going abroad for summer vacation, right? Then I promise you, I won't Do anything."

"Are you sure?" He stared at Joseph's face, looking for signs of lying.

"I promise you," Joseph nodded, "Grandfather admires you very much, and I also want to know how talented you are." He tilted his head, "You can take this time to think about how to stop me .”

His unquenched anger flared up again.

Joseph took a few steps forward, the smiling face zoomed in before his eyes—until he could hear his breath, a low whisper came from his ear.

"At the same time, I was thinking," Joseph's lips barely moved, "I can also find a good partner during this time, for example, Jessica, although I haven't discovered her greatest fear yet, but ..."

His fists were clenched, and the muscles in his jaw bulged instantly.With these cruel voices, his brain gradually got out of his grasp.

"Once I find out," Joseph showed an almost evil smile, "I will do my best to help her."

He couldn't bear it anymore, and he punched Joseph's smiling cheek.

With a bang, Joseph fell to the ground, his face was pale by a flash of lightning, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

He bent down and grabbed Joseph's collar, his fist was already in the air, but was interrupted by an exclamation.

He looked up and found Jessica standing in the bushes not far away.Her brown hair was wet and messy on her forehead and cheeks. She was still wearing Joseph's coat. The sleeves were too long to cover the back of her hands, and only a few white fingers were exposed.Her slender legs were trembling in the rain, and her bony ankles were splashed with mud...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't tell how long Jessica had been standing there through any details.His gaze returned to her face to see a terrified expression.

"I've already told her that you have violent tendencies..." Joseph's face was flushed from lack of oxygen, and the rain was streaming from his forehead, "She didn't seem to believe it, but this time she saw For the truth."

Joseph's slightly smug expression stung his eyes, he let go of Joseph's collar, and instantly lost all his strength.

"You go, I will keep my promise," Joseph propped his upper body up with his hands, staring into his eyes, "When you come back, let's see if you can defeat me."

Full of disappointment with himself, he dared not look in Jessica's direction again, leaving these things behind like a bereaved dog.

Accompanied by a thunderclap, it seemed that someone called out "Sherlock", but he didn't dare to look back, he only knew to keep walking, keep walking, and leave this defeated place.What he needs most now is a place where no one will disturb him, where he can slowly put together the broken things piece by piece.

Is he violent?He asked aloud in his mind.

But the only answer to him was the sound of rain.

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