[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Early the next morning, Jessica just woke up from a nightmare when she received a call from Joseph.

"You can take a few extra days off," he said. "We've all been a little tired since that unfortunate incident, so everyone's been given a few days off."

He was as considerate as usual, slowly describing the situation of sorting out the fundraising information yesterday, and asked about Jessica's physical condition.His voice was transmitted to the ears through the radio waves, with a hint of coolness, which made Jessica's teeth chatter.

"If you're free tomorrow," Joseph went on, "let's visit Ellen's parents, shall we? I ran into them in the community yesterday, and they don't look very well."

Jessica nodded subconsciously, only to realize that Joseph couldn't see her at all.

"I mean, yeah, of course," she tried to sound comfortable, "it must be tough for them."

She didn't realize there was something wrong with the usual statement until Joseph repeated it.

"Yes," he said with some emotion, "it must be very hard for them."

Jessica felt a heavy blow to her heart, and her hands holding the receiver were as cold as ice.On the hospital bed in Naples, Joseph said the same sentence to her.

"This must be very difficult for you." He held Jasmine's hand, his worries palpable in his words.

Then, he killed her, didn't he?

From the unclear doubts at the beginning to the entanglement in her throat now, how could she question a person--now it seems that it may not happen in more than ten years--crimes?

"But, maybe this sounds a bit cold-blooded," Jessica clutched the phone tightly, as if she could gain some strength, "but both little Ellen and his parents have been living in pain, haven't they? I trust you to say that, Joe, I think Alan's death is a relief, or rather, his parents shouldn't have brought him into this world at all."

It was indeed a bit extreme and disrespectful later, she bit her tongue, secretly regretting.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, only the sound of light and even breathing.

"I don't know how you came up with this idea," Joseph finally said, "but as your friend, I have to say, you'd better not be like that with others, especially Alan's parents."

Jessica didn't know whether it was disappointment or regret for a moment, she asked persistently: "Don't you think so? Sometimes it's easier to die than to live?"

"I don't think so," his tone was very calm, without revealing a trace of emotion, "God is fair to everyone, and suffering befalls us is a test. It would be too hasty to deny the value of life because of this, I don't think so." agree."

"...well," Jessica said, "my mom is calling me, call me later, Joe."

"Ok."

Jessica hung up the phone with a snap, her heart still pounding.

Joseph had almost won her over—if he hadn't acted like a good Christian—but he seemed to have forgotten how he comforted Jessica at Ellen's house and at the funeral, which was utterly ambiguous. Statements to the contrary are really suspicious.

Jessica knelt on the sofa, calmed herself down, and slowly considered various possibilities in her heart.

An unscrupulous criminal, an orator who can justify rape/rape, just bluntly concealed his true inner thoughts, why?

She couldn't really believe that Joseph was a man of firm belief, so Joseph was telling lies—because he saw through her temptation, and he wanted to cover it up.

She was indeed tempting with Alan, but it was impossible for Joseph to know what she was really tempting. The only possibility was...

Joseph thought she was probing—Ellen's death.

In other words, Allen may have been killed.

The summer morning has never been so cold. In an empty house, Jessica is half-slumped on the sofa. This thought circled in her mind several times, and finally turned into a deep-rooted doubt.

Can't wait any longer.

She stood up quickly, ignoring her legs that were numb from kneeling for a long time, and came to the phone.

****

Emma arrived at Jessica's house soon. It may be Jessica's sudden compromise. She was a little elated when she came in, but she quickly restrained herself after seeing Jessica's uneasy expression.

"What happened, Jessie?" She said worriedly, "I'm still wondering why you suddenly changed your mind...it can't be...who did Joseph attack again?" After finishing speaking, she was frightened by her guess You have to cover your mouth.

"In a way, yes," sighed Jessica, rubbing her forehead, "but it could be worse, I don't know."

Emma sat down next to Jessica and stroked her hair, looking sympathetic.Jessica looked at the pure eyes of the blonde girl opposite, and sighed again.

While waiting for Emma, ​​Jessica's heart was pulled by two forces. On the one hand, she had a strong desire to confide and find someone to sort out all her messy thoughts; Mar was a real teenager who was always caught up in these successive crimes.

"Are you sure you want to listen? I'm really sorry I didn't think it through before calling..."

"Come on," Emma urged, pushing her elbow, "did Joseph kill someone? But I haven't heard of anyone dying recently?"

"..." Jessica was silent for two seconds before telling Emma her suspicions about Little Alan's accidental death a few days ago.

"Can this constitute a reason to kill someone?" Emma's eyes widened. "He...he didn't even know what Alan was thinking...no, what Alan's parents thought..."

"He never asked for Margaret's opinion," Jessica reminded, "We can't understand a perverted idea, but the only thing we can be sure of is that he is hiding something in a guilty conscience."

"Then what made him feel guilty? Has anything special happened recently?"

"I don't know." Jessica shook her head, which was something she couldn't figure out.

"I only know that Joseph has been disguised very well," Emma rested her chin in a daze. "Who would have thought that? The recording yesterday makes me feel so unreal...I'm going crazy!"

She hugged her head and yelled, falling back between the soft cushions of the sofa, and the voice came muffled, "It would be nice if Sherlock was here, he'll take care of this in a second."

"Well, we can't always rely on Sherlock," Jessica said dryly, "you have to trust us to do it ourselves."

"Haha, that's funny," Emma rolled her eyes while lying on her back, "I don't believe I can do it, and I can't even make sure that I won't punch Joseph next time I meet him."

"But Sherlock is in France, and Joseph may already be looking for his next kill."

"You can write a letter to Sherlock," Emma sat up suddenly until she was only ten centimeters away from Jessica's face, "he will definitely come back to save you."

"..." Jessica moved back unconsciously, "Uh... I don't think so."

"Why?" Emma took another step closer, "You said it yourself, Sherlock beat Joseph, for you."

"I didn't say that," Jessica shook her head violently, "I just said I saw Sherlock hit Joseph."

"Yeah, for you," Emma smiled maliciously, "We have a recording to prove it, don't deny it."

Jessica felt uncomfortable under Emma's probing eyes, and she picked up a pillow to block between the two of them, "I'm pretty sure it should have a sense of justice, plus being irritated."

"Oh, really?" Emma curled her lips, "Why don't you say that because Sherlock has violent tendencies, he wants to hit people anytime and anywhere?"

"Because you and I both know he isn't," Jessica said with a trace of seriousness involuntarily, "except for being arrogant and proud, he never did anything to really hurt others since he was a child."

"Look, you're defending him again." Emma snatched the pillow and threw herself forward, almost half of her body on Jessica's body. She stubbornly made Jessica look into her eyes, " I admit that I was very prejudiced against him before, but my support for Joseph also bankrupted my credit, and now—I think Sherlock is a good candidate."

"Uh, why do I have to choose one?" Jessica struggled to squeeze out from the edge of the sofa, "What do you want to drink? I'm going to the kitchen..."

"Because Sherlock's like, well?" Emma stood up too, and followed her into the kitchen obstinately, gushing, "The point is that you like him. But also, he's like a real Like a man, very brave in the face of a demon...like Dragon Quest...like a superhero..."

"If I wasn't sure I was the only one there, I would have thought you had seen the whole thing."

Jessica was looking for tea in the cabinet, and couldn't help interrupting Emma's increasingly strange thoughts.

"I can imagine!" Emma followed behind Jessica, "He can do everything for you, so now, there is a perverted murderer by your side, as long as you hook your fingers, he will definitely come!" She opened her eyes wide Eyes, lashes fluttering, "Jessie - bring Sherlock back - please."

Jessica was helpless, "...is this your real purpose?"

Emma didn't deny it, but still stood in the way, looking at her pitifully.

"But..." Jessica sighed deliberately, "but I don't know Sherlock's contact information."

"What? God!" Emma stomped her feet in grief, "Then what should we do?"

Jessica stuffed a cup of hot tea into Emma's hand, and thought for a while in the steaming mist, "Let's go to Ellen's house first, I want to know what scared Joseph."

The author has something to say:

The author Jun has returned to his sweetsweethome~~Hi Da Pu Ben! !

So I decided to update it at the normal time, um... today is an exception... I made up various variety shows...

ps Sorry, Sherlock is still living in the conversation_(:з」∠)_

pps, I'm so stupid~ I got used to it and clicked it into a manuscript box~ It should have been posted around twelve o'clock (T^T)

Fortunately, I slept late_(:з」∠)_