[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

The air smelled of stale documents and coffee. Jessica and Emma sat on the bench outside, listening to the quarrels in the office through the blinds.

Lestrade was arguing with his boss, or, as he called it, arguing.

There was another loud bang of the document bag being thrown to the ground.Emma shuddered, and they looked at each other and around.The agents in the cubicle still looked on as usual, busying themselves as if they hadn't heard anything.

"I doubt whether Officer Lestrade can succeed," Emma murmured, "Maybe this is their policeman's way of persuading the other party? Even if the other party can fire you at any time?"

"...I doubt it too." Although Jessica had predicted that Lestrade's career would be smooth sailing, she still couldn't help worrying that he would be kicked out the next moment.

What if the butterfly effect she brought caused Lestrade to lose his job and never recover?

"Emma, ​​can your father intercede for Officer Lestrade after he lost his job?"

"You can try it," Emma shrugged. "He seems to be very familiar with the director."

The door opened suddenly, and a gust of air-conditioning air poured into the corridor.Lestrade came out with a dejected expression, and closed the door behind his back.The sweltering moisture in the room instantly transpired, and Jessica stood up nervously.

"Girls," Lestrade said, rubbing his nose, disappointed, "the inspector does not agree with me continuing to investigate Lindemann's case."

"Oh—no!" Emma was very angry, "He obviously listened to that recording."

Jessica felt that it was expected. On the one hand, so much time had passed, and there was no chance to find new evidence.On the other hand, the use of hypnosis to commit crimes is indeed unimaginable and difficult to obtain evidence.

"As for Allen's case, the detective also has doubts," Lestrade continued. "After all, a footprint can only prove that Joseph Lecter broke into the house, but without time and motive, there is no conviction in court." of."

Jessica's heart sank, "But we may have alerted him now, and it's too difficult to find other evidence."

"Yes," echoed Emma, ​​"Joseph is very cunning, really."

Lestrade was also silent for a while, as if thinking about what to do next.He scratched his head for a while, and said with some embarrassment: "Uh, I'm just curious. The other person on the recording seems to be called Sherlock. How did he find out the truth about the Lindemann case?"

Jessica pokes at Lestrade's fantasy-whatever it is-with suspicion of getting something for nothing, but Emma is the first to say: "Sherlock Holmes, he is a genius, always finds all Fact. It would be so much easier if we had his help!"

Lestrade's eyes really lit up, "Then this Sherlock Holmes..."

"He's about our age," Jessica interrupted, "and he's in France right now and won't be back in a few months."

"Oh," Lestrade lowered his head in disappointment, "then I guess we can only rely on ourselves. If Mr. Holmes can come back early..."

"He's about our age..." Jessica repeated in surprise.

"So what?" Lestrade spread his hands. "He sounds like a genius, no matter what his age. And, uh... Actually, I spent a little time yesterday looking into his background. He was born to be a detective." .”

"What a keen eye, Sergeant Lestrade!" Emma happily reached out and gave him a high-five, and they both laughed at the same time.

Although he is indeed the discoverer of Sherlock, maybe his mind is now open enough to consider letting a teenager solve the case, but Jessica always feels that something is weird.

At this moment, Lestrade had regained his youthful momentum, and said cheerfully, "But before that, do you have confidence in yourself?"

"I have!" Emma said energetically.

Jessica watched them dumbfounded and gave another high five.

"First, let's go to Allen's house to find all possible clues, and then go to Joseph after the search warrant is issued..."

"Wait, wait," Jessica's speech function finally recovered, "Officer Lestrade, what do you mean...Emma and I are also involved in the investigation?"

"Yes," Lestrade turned to her, "won't you?"

Emma also looked over with wide eyes.

"Uh, I'd like to..." Of course she wished for the ability to control the progress of the investigation in real time, but...

"Is the police station particularly... short of people?"

Lestrade laughed, rubbing his nose awkwardly.

****

Ever since he admitted that he was a failure, he suddenly felt that the world in his eyes had changed.Contrary to the downcastness before, the whole person is relaxed and at ease like never before.

Cowardly, evasive, fearful, and even lazy, he put labels that he had avoided before, not only did he not feel ashamed, but relieved.He took off the heavy shackles with his own hands, and the scars on his body are still visible, but he already wants to embrace the new self.

When you grow up, you gradually realize that you are just an ordinary person.

So if he was a little hyperactive after his parents came home today, it wasn't intentional.

He walked briskly down the stairs, and at the door of the dining room, he brushed off the dust from the attic.And greeted everyone in Mom's social circle while waiting for dinner.

"Madame Blois is fine... Andre is fine... What? Odilet? How do you know her... Well, she's very nice... Samuel's mother? Who knows that?"

Mom couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted him, "What's wrong with you? Or have you discovered something again?"

"It's nothing," he smiled reassuringly, "it's just that I was suddenly in a mood where I can care about others and not be bored by their trivial matters."

"...Oh," Mom took the plate from Dad blankly, "You are so sweet."

The dinner was the same as before—sea fish that Dad caught himself.He folded the napkin, first praised "perfect", and then wished the other people at the table "enjoyment" like a French cook. When he looked up, he found that his parents sitting opposite him looked at each other.

He swallowed the food, "What's wrong?"

"..." Dad looked at Mom, and Mom turned her head as if she didn't see it.Then they began to concentrate on their own food, and no one paid attention to him.

In the end, it was he who took the initiative to speak for the first time, "By the way, Dad, how was your fishing today?"

"Uh," Dad looked at Mom hesitantly, "It's... not bad?"

"Don't worry, honey," Mom patted Dad's hand and rolled her eyes, "Our son Sherlock is just in a very empathetic mood."

"Pretty accurate," he raised his eyebrows, "empathy, I think I have that."

He swore he meant no irony, but Mom rolled her eyes again.See, whenever he tries to be a good person, he always encounters all kinds of setbacks.

The sharp phone rang suddenly, and he stopped Dad who wanted to stand up, "Not many people know the phone number here, and your friends here won't bother you at dinner time, and only Mycroft in the UK can call ——Now it’s his off-duty time, he always wants to use the office phone for a while, especially this kind of overseas phone, the moth of the country.”

He paused and concluded, "I advise you not to pick up."

"We accept your suggestion." Mom put down the tableware in her hand and pointed to the living room, "so you go pick it up."

In all fairness, this attitude met all the conditions to make people angry, but he still nodded slightly, stood up under two surprised eyes, and walked to the phone without haste.The bell was still ringing persistently. He picked up the receiver and cleared his throat. "Dear Mycroft, I'm glad to know that you are abusing public resources again."

"But the prime minister won't mind," Mycroft said over the phone. "He knows I don't have a phone in my apartment."

"What a wonderful show, brother." He snorted coldly, "So, what do you want?"

"It's all right," Mycroft said flatly. "As you heard, I'm fine. The community told me the house in Cheshire is fine too, it hasn't been burned by the bushfire. Dad's partner is fine. , there is no risk of bankruptcy for the time being. Mom's article..."

He was playing with the phone line in his hand, and tried his best to endure the "very good" from the opposite side one after another. Just when he was so annoyed that he wanted to hang up the phone, Mycroft seemed to say inadvertently: "Except for Jessica. Harris appears to have been involved in a murder and everything is fine."

His hand froze, his jaw clenched uncontrollably, "What do you mean, Mycroft?"

McCoff didn't make jokes or sarcasm as usual, and briefly described the latest case filed by the Cheshire Police Department. The informants were Jessica and Emma, ​​and the suspect was Joseph Lecter, who was in charge of the case. It was a rookie policeman who had just been transferred.

"That's all I know," said Mycroft. "The decision is yours, Sherlock."

He didn't speak, and he was still trying to dig out the illusory information just now in his mind.A beeping busy tone soon came from the receiver, penetrating his head and intertwining with the huge fog in it.

Did Joseph not keep his promise?What did Jessica find?He deduced various possibilities, but fell into a deadlock of lack of clues.

There is only one question before him now - to go back, or not to go back?

He put down the phone and sat cross-legged on the ground.All kinds of messy thoughts mixed in the slightly salty air, attacking his nerves together - he didn't think Jessica was in danger.He believed Joseph would keep his promise.If it was Margaret's case that was filed, he couldn't help at all.On the contrary, if he goes back early, he may provoke Joseph to act recklessly...

But, but.

He is a loser, so he doesn't need to analyze the pros and cons, and he doesn't need to step by step, because he doesn't want to win at all.All he knew was that at this moment, he desperately wanted to go back, back to Holmes Chapel, back to, her side.

That's a good enough reason to pack your bags.

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Addicted to XX, unintentionally codeword... Sorry for the late_(:з」∠)_

Well, well, Jessica + Sherlock (laughing and crying