[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

It was a rare and refreshing sunny day, Jessica lay on the deck chair, letting the sun lick her back, not wanting to move her fingers.Maybe it was the community service she had done for several days, or maybe she stumbled upon a shocking event that made her feel exhausted.So she took a day off and asked Emma, ​​who had been taking care of her newborn brother, to sunbathe by the sparkling swimming pool, enjoying the hard-won leisure.

Emma lay on her back, taking a sip of the iced drink in her hand.The wide sunglasses covered half of her face, but her mouth was never idle, from talking about her younger brother to gossip at school.Jessica fell asleep with her head on her folded arms.

"Jessie?" Emma threw an olive over in dissatisfaction, hitting Jessica on the forehead.

"What's wrong?" Jessica pouted and opened her eyes reluctantly.

"Are you listening?" Emma raised her eyebrows and questioned, "I was asking how you are with Joseph recently?"

Jessica immediately sobered up, and she said cautiously, "Well...not bad, you know, he's popular in the community..."

"It's conceivable," Emma agreed, "Joseph, what a charming gentleman!" She rolled her eyes as she spoke, "Is there really nothing between you?"

"Oh—" Jessica sighed, completely paralyzed, "Why do you keep asking me this question?"

"Because you and Joseph are a good match?" Emma shrugged, "But I always knew that you were a loyal suitor of Sherlock Holmes."

gosh.Jessica slammed her head on the woven chair back.

"But from James to Sherlock, this change is too great," Emma continued on her own, "so I still support Joseph, if you care."

"Thank you, I don't care." Jessica couldn't help but rolled her eyes. She turned over on the recliner and looked at Emma with some hesitation. The inner struggle was almost written on her face.

"What's the matter?" Emma couldn't help urging, and rolled her eyes back at the same time, "I already told you that I will choose Joseph."

"I didn't mean to ask you this," Jessica lay on her side, resting her chin in one hand, "I just wanted to say, what kind of person do you think Joseph... is?"

"Probably the one every girl wants to spend the Spring Festival with him." Emma looked forward to it.

"..." Jessica bit her lip, "But, have you ever thought that it's possible that he's not at all... er, kind?"

"What does it mean?"

"It means," Jessica took a deep breath, "that he might be a potential pervert or something."

"What?!" Emma slipped the cup in her hand, and then laughed loudly, "You're not serious, are you?"

Jessica lowered her head and said nothing.

"Jessie," Emma's laugh stopped, her expression became serious, "do you know what you're talking about?"

"Uh," Jessica rubbed her forehead, "I'm not sure, but..." She raised her head to look at Emma's expression, and then continued, "You know, last time I and Emma Joseph went to Ellen's funeral, the autistic kid."

Emma frowned, motioning for her to continue.

"Then Sherlock came, and he wanted to talk to Joseph..." Jessica told in one breath how she found Sherlock and Joseph behind the garden of the church, and how Sherlock went crazy. Joseph hit the ground or something.

"Wait, wait," Emma raised her hand to interrupt her, "It seems that Sherlock has some problems."

"I was also taken aback at first..." Jessica sat up, hugged her legs in her arms, and the scene of the wind and rain that day appeared in front of her eyes again.Sherlock's hair hangs on his forehead, his eyes are unprecedentedly frenzied, and the wet clothes stick to his body, highlighting the tense arm muscles.A flash of lightning flashed by, and he seemed to be immersed in a bloodthirsty madness.

Jessica admitted that she was really scared at that moment.

Not the 12-year-old mischievous kid, or the adult detective who always puts cool reason first.She knew that Sherlock had blood on his hands, and even shot a person in the head with his own hands, but that was the result of careful calculation and weighing.Instead of being like this now...

Now like this, out of control.

"Jessie?" Emma's hand waved in front of her eyes.

Jessica came back to her senses, blinked in a daze, and continued subconsciously: "Then, Sherlock ran away when he saw me."

Disappeared in the pouring rain like a wounded cub.

"Then I sent Joseph home and, of course, he didn't tell me anything except that it wasn't Sherlock's fault."

"Sounds like something Joseph would do."

"Yes, if not...I thought too..." Jessica shook her head, "Then I got home and found the voice recorder in my handbag, it was still on, I mean, it was always on."

"Huh?" Emma looked puzzled.

"It was meant to be used to interview Ellen's parents, and the local newspaper was calling for papers...it doesn't matter. We left the cemetery and it started to rain heavily, and Joseph gave me his coat and took me by the way. bag, and Sherlock just appeared, so the recorder was on him the whole time."

Jessica looked directly at Emma, ​​and said slowly, word by word: "I trust you, Emma, ​​and Margaret is also your friend, and even said, you care about her more than I do. So, you have the right to know this."

Without waiting for Emma to react, she turned and entered the house.After a while she came out and handed what was in her hand to Emma.

Emma took it dazedly, and pressed the play button hesitantly.

****

Joseph was a cautious man. Even though everyone could hear his provocative intentions, it had to be said that he did not admit a single word of guilt.

Of course Emma heard it too, she smashed a cup in shock, buried her face in her palms and panted.

"Am I too stupid?" Her voice came intermittently through her fingers.

"If you're stupid, then I'm stupider than you." Jessica said with a wry smile.

They listened to the recording several times.Eventually the rustling of the rain and the muffled conversations ceased, and there was silence by the pool.

Emma regained her sanity faster than she thought, she sighed and rubbed her face, "Does Maggie know it's Joseph and not Cornwell?"

"Sounds like Sherlock went to her," Jessica said. "Maybe she knows."

"But it doesn't make any difference to her parents," Emma curled her lips with an ugly expression, "Anyway, they don't want to pursue it."

Jessica nodded silently in agreement, and no one spoke for a while.

She heard the recording for the first time when she got home that day.She didn't sleep that night, and Joseph's proclamations about helping others echoed in her head. He sounded so sincere, and she believed he was sincere.Especially the line "Even if they blame me for helping them, it doesn't matter".

He is an unscrupulous demon.

Many things that I had never noticed before came to my mind.Jasmine Amber's life seems to be far away from her, but she still remembers the last few days in the hospital bed, she was tortured by the illness and almost collapsed, praying for death almost every day, even though the doctor always said that her condition was get better.Until the day before her death, Joseph injected her with an analgesic very gently...

"It'll make you feel better, Molly," he said. "I swear, you'll never go through this pain again."

This guess made her heart almost stop beating.

Her face must be scary now, because Emma is looking at her worriedly.Of course, Emma herself was not much better, even under the hot sun, her whole body was trembling slightly.

"This can't be used as evidence, right?" Emma's tone was surprisingly calm, but her raised shoulders revealed her inner anxiety, "but I think Joseph should go to hell."

Jessica took the thin blanket at the side, surrounded Emma's whole body, and murmured, "He really should."

"Let's arrest him, shall we?" Emma's eyes lit up suddenly, and she grabbed Jessica's hand, "You know, my dad is a member of parliament, and he knows many people from the police station..."

Jessica shook her head, "Even Sherlock can't find evidence. I don't think the police can do it, especially now that the parties are all missing."

Although this sounds unpromising, from the beginning, she planned to wait for Sherlock to return from Nice to have the ultimate confrontation with Joseph, before she could collect evidence and spy on Joseph.She would do anything for Margaret, Sherlock and Molly.

But it doesn't include challenging Joseph head-on now.

Emma talked for a long time about how bad Joseph was and why they should take the initiative, but Jessica patiently refuted them one by one.Until the end she looked at Jessica pitifully, "But you don't know what else he will do during this time, do you? And you are still one of his targets!"

"Joseph promised Sherlock," Jessica said casually, "and we should trust him."

"I don't believe this rapist!" Emma frowned dissatisfiedly, "And Sherlock is the same age as us, why are you so dependent on him!"

"..." Jessica was speechless for a while, "Because...he is different from us?"

Emma turned her face angrily, obviously not satisfied with the answer.

They couldn't reach a consensus before dinner, and Emma left angrily, as if she would not give up.

"I'll prove you wrong!" she said angrily before leaving, "You always think too much!"

Jessica didn't realize that she was a little guilty. As a pseudo-teenager, she really didn't have that kind of indomitable character.

But that doesn't mean she's wrong, does it?

If there is no Sherlock's ability, why do you force yourself to do things that are impossible to have results?

She sat alone on the deck chair and drank the rest of the drink facing the sunset without thinking about it.

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