[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

The house with white brick walls was completely cordoned off. Several people in police uniforms were explaining something to the crowd, and more solemn-looking people came in and out at the door.Several police cars were parked on the street not far away, and the red and blue lights on the top flashed alternately, reflecting on the face of the female reporter who was adjusting the microphone, and several cameras were set up in front of her.

The media, the police, passers-by, and Alan's family were surrounded by many.

Jessie pulled Emma forward a few steps until she squeezed into the swarming and growing crowd.She shuttled through it blankly, having no clue about what was in front of her.

"Who called the police?" Emma caught up panting, "Who could know before us?"

This is also what Jessica doesn't understand. Several days have passed since Little Allen's funeral. Now who has discovered the secret?

She squeezed all the way from the crowd to the front, and found a few familiar faces, but she didn't get any useful information after asking them one by one.At this time, Mrs. North came out from Allen's house. She was wearing a red suit, which was quite eye-catching among a group of policemen.There was a commotion among the passers-by watching, and all kinds of irresponsible speculations were rampant for a while.

Jessica looked around, crossed the cordon when no one was looking, ran to Mrs. North and stopped her.

"Jessica?" Mrs. North was taken aback when she saw her, "What's wrong with you?"

"Uh..." Jessica calmed down her shortness of breath, "Who called the police?"

"It's me," said Mrs. North. "Is there a problem? You look..."

"You also know?" A surprised question came from behind, it was Emma who broke in after Jessica.

She looked shocked, and obviously heard Mrs. North's answer, so she blurted out without thinking, "How do you know that Alan was killed?"

Mrs. North was puzzled, "What? Alan was killed?"

Emma didn't expect to get this kind of response at all. She stood there dumbfounded, faltered a bit, and made up for it: "I heard someone say that just now...so..."

"I didn't expect there to be such vicious rumors," the police officer next to him shook his head, "give this dead child some peace."

Jessica and Emma looked at each other, with a bad feeling in their hearts at the same time.

"What the hell happened?" Jessica took a deep breath and looked at Mrs. North.

Mrs. North sighed, took Jessica and Emma aside, and briefly related how she had passed the house in the morning to pay a visit, only to find out that the mistress was beating the mistress thing.

"I saw Ethan from the window put Lorena's head on the floor and hit it hard several times, even after hearing my screams, so I called the police... Now Lorena has been sent to the police station. Hospital..."

"This kind of thing happened!" Emma was dumbfounded, "I thought... this is too cruel!"

Jessica was also a little overwhelmed, with all kinds of hurried people coming and going, busy collecting evidence and sealing off the scene, while the police lights in the distance were still flashing.Such a big movement will definitely make Joseph feel vigilant, worried that his crime will be discovered.

Then will he come to destroy the evidence?Or hide at home and not come out?

Or, after learning that the whole thing has nothing to do with him, continue to show up generously, continue to play a kind person, to help Luo Lina?

She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "So... Mrs. North, Joseph... did he show up? I mean, just now..."

After the twists and turns of this morning, Mrs. North looked tired and her eyes were a little frozen. She tried to recall, "It seems not, I don't know."

At this time, a police officer not far away waved his hand and shouted, "Mrs. North, please come here and go to the police station to take notes."

"Oh, yes," said Mrs. North, picking up her handbag hastily. "Inspector Lestrade."

Wait, what?

Jessica's eyes widened, staring closely at the figure in the distance.

Young, seemingly about the same height, but much thinner—middle-aged perhaps—he was talking to someone, and he turned when he saw Mrs. North go by.

Jessica finally saw Greg Lestrade's full face.He was much younger and immature than Jessica remembered, but he could still see the shadow of the past, oh no, the future.

Nor had she ever heard that Sheriff Lestrade had ever worked in Cheshire.

But that's not a bad thing either.

"Emma," Jessica tugged on Emma's sleeve, "I think we have help."

****

The law and order in Holmes Chapel is not bad, at least in the two months that Lestrade has been transferred, this is the first time he has called the police.As a rookie in the workplace, he was assigned to take notes for the reporter, so he had nothing to complain about.

After all, there are no suspense and surprises in this case.Lestrade only needs to take a rough record of the whole process, submit a clear and boring report to the sheriff, and then sit in the small cubicle of the police station and wait for the next opportunity to call the police.

But what happened to these two entangled young girls in front of me?

"This is like a huge case, as big as the sum of several ordinary homicide cases!" The blond girl drew a big circle with her hand and said in an exaggerated tone, "It will bring you a mayor Medals or something! Seriously!"

"Well," interrupted another brown-haired girl who looked more composed, "Officer Lestrade, we really have something important to report, and it's very urgent."

Seeing their serious looks, Lestrade wanted to laugh, but he held back, "Okay, okay, tell me what the clue is first?"

The two girls exchanged a look, and finally the brown-haired girl said, "It's a bit complicated to say, but...we suspect that Alan, the only child in this family who died a few days ago, was killed, not What they thought was an accident."

Lestrade had heard Allen's story, and the end of his short life had not brought about a change in the unfortunate fate of his mother, who was still living with various alleged crimes and the shadow of domestic violence.

"We know who the killer is." The girl frowned slightly, her blue eyes were calm and unwavering, "And he left some evidence that made me afraid, right here in this house."

As she spoke, she pointed to the white brick wall behind her, her eyes still fixed on him without blinking, "I beg you, let us go in, it only takes a few minutes."

Lestrade was almost impressed by her sincerity, but, "It's against the rules, and I have no right to do it."

"My dad is Senator Hunter," the blond girl whispered, "otherwise you can call him."

"Young lady, even if your father is the mayor, I can't let you in." Lestrade shook his head, "And it's time for me to go to work..."

"Wait, officer," the brown-haired girl rushed to catch up and blocked his way, "We can't go in, but you can, right? The time of the crime was around evening, and the murderer climbed in through the front fence, leaving A little cloth fiber..." She stretched out her hand, and there seemed to be a few thin threads between her thumb and forefinger, "Then he went around to the back of the house and climbed up to the terrace with his bare hands, which happened to be Alan's room, his parents were tired of his noise, and there was a party that night, so they left him alone in the room. At this time, the murderer only needed to open the door on the railing of the children's bed, pretend that it was not closed, and put the Allen was thrown from the balcony..."

She paused, "But what the murderer didn't expect was that he would leave a personal item, a handkerchief with JL on it. Officer Lestrade, you just need to look for it in the whole house." A handkerchief."

If any other teenager stood here and said these things, he would regard them as pure fantasy.But the brown-haired girl in front of her has a calmness and firmness that does not match her age, her words are clear, and she can produce evidence such as clothes fibers. Although it is useless... But this spirit of inquiry is moving.

"You can search around to see if you can get it confirmed," the girl added, looking at his expression, "We have other evidence."

Lestrade looked at the white brick house in front of him, and at the black fence in front of the door, and said with some frustration, "Okay, okay, I'll go upstairs and have a look, at most 10 minutes."

Just let them give up.

Lestrade thought as he walked, and behind him were the low cries of joy from the girls.

Teenagers should really read less detective novels these days.

****

Lestrade went there for nearly half an hour. Jessica's joy at the beginning gradually turned into anxiety now. She glanced at Emma and found that Emma also looked disturbed.

Finally, she asked impatiently, "Jessie, how sure are you?"

"90.00%." ​​Jessica said casually.

"You look like Sherlock is possessed, you know?" Emma grinned, "I thought you were just making it up."

"Uh..." Jessica lowered her head and coughed twice, "It's almost nonsense..."

"What?!" Emma screamed, which attracted a lot of attention.

"Hush——" Jessica put her fingers on her lips and looked around nervously, "I'm indeed making up nonsense, but this is indeed one of the ways I imagined Joseph would adopt. He is as familiar with it as I am. The structure of this house."

"Then... what about the handkerchief?" Emma looked at her in disbelief.

"The last time Joseph and I were babysitters," Jessica smiled awkwardly, "he took it out to wipe Alan's saliva, and put it on the crib...if you're lucky, maybe it's still there."

"Jessie!" Emma couldn't laugh or cry, "Why did you do this?"

"Because I want to gain Lestrade's trust," Jessica spread her hands, "even if it's only temporarily, but enough for him to listen to the recording and what we think."

"But we can go to someone else," said Emma. "My father knows the chief of police. Why does it have to be him?"

Because he's a solid, trustworthy guy, flexible and accommodating enough - to put up with Sherlock for so many years.

Jessica thought silently in her heart.

At this time, two-thirds of the media and passers-by had dispersed, and only two police cars were left.A lot of policemen and forensic personnel came out of the house one after another, and Lestrade followed behind them.He lowered his head, making it hard to see his expression.

Jessica couldn't help but stare nervously at the top of his head, and then shifted to his hands.I saw his hands hanging by his side, and there was nothing similar to an evidence collection bag in his hands.

"I didn't find JL's handkerchief..." Lestrade frowned and walked in front of Jessica and Emma, ​​looking at them thoughtfully.

Emma tugged on Jessica's sleeve nervously, and Jessica began to think quickly about how to round it.

"But..." Lestrade said slowly, "we found half a footprint on the brick wall below the terrace."

The author has something to say:

Sorry, the hero didn't show up again_(:з」∠)_

The author swears!He's coming in the next chapter!