[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

The setting sun in the sky warmed the porch, and Jessica closed her eyes, feeling the breeze on her cheek.Emma rested her head on her shoulder, humming leisurely a song that was often played on the radio.Behind them is Lestrade, who is equally at ease. He moved a rocking chair from nowhere, and sat on it, rocking back and forth. The police badge and the walkie-talkie were ruthlessly left aside. It can be seen that he wants to enjoy this relaxation. It's a moment.

If it weren't for the seal and cordon in front of her, Jessica would have almost forgotten that they were at the scene of a crime.

They went straight to Allen's house after they came out of the police station, stopping the policemen who were planning to remove the cordon.Then Lestrade searched up and down every nook and cranny of the house, with Emma following behind him with tools and advice from time to time—so they did find a painting behind a painting. Safe, but that doesn't help at all.

As for Jessica, she was sent to the back of the house to continue searching for "inspiration", because Lestrade thought her previous inference about Joseph's climb on the terrace was very good, and hoped that she would have a flash of inspiration again and contribute some other ideas.

Jessica walked around the house a few times, feeling that Lestrade was bound to be disappointed.Again, however, the duo in the room gained little.At this time, Emma proposed to take a break, so there was the current scene.

After humming a song, Emma sat up and stretched, then turned to look at Lestrade who was about to fall asleep in the rocking chair, "I said Officer Lestrade, do you have any new inspiration?"

Lestrade rubbed his misty eyes, "No."

"Oh," Emma turned her head disappointed, "what about you, Jesse?"

Jessica shrugged, her eyes still staring blankly at the fence not far away.

"There must be something here," Emma thought while biting her finger, "otherwise Joseph wouldn't be so urgent."

Yes, Joseph came to the scene today and said with a surprised face that he just knew what happened here.Jessica was the only one standing on the front lawn at that time. I don't know if Joseph saw through her lame reason, but the sinister eyes he glanced behind Jessica from time to time already explained everything.

"Yes, he must have left something behind." Jessica nodded, "But what did he leave behind?"

Emma sighed loudly, "Even that footprint is not evidence, what else can be found!"

"Because Joseph has been here before," Jessica glanced at the frustrated Lestrade and explained, "so it's not surprising that he left any marks, because we can't determine the time."

"So we need to find evidence that can determine the time of the crime, right?" Emma held her chin and said half-understanding, "Where was Joseph during that time?"

"Well, he was at a charity reception in the community," Jessica recalls, "and I gotta say, I was in sight almost the whole time."

"..." Emma was speechless for a while, "You have been staring at him all night, is this implying something?"

Emma's thoughts ran in the direction of pink again, and Jessica couldn't help being a little embarrassed.Just as she was about to deny it, Lestrade interjected, "Miss Harris must have seen that there was something wrong with Joseph."

"..." Emma chuckled, "You're right."

Jessica shook her head, her mind drifting back to that dramatic night.

Joseph, dressed in a tuxedo, talks to several people in person.He did disappear a few times on the way. Jessica thought he had gone to the back kitchen or something, and couldn't remember the exact time... When Joseph came to tell Mrs. North the sad news, he looked so Normal, worry, anxiety, heartache and other emotions are displayed appropriately.Jessica still remembers unbuttoning a button on his neckline as he whispered in his ear...

Wait, buttons?She clearly remembered that Joseph was wearing a bow tie when he first started. Where's his bow tie?

Jessica stood up abruptly, "I see!"

Both Emma and Lestrade were taken aback.Emma patted her chest and whispered, "What do you know?"

"Joseph left his bow tie that night somewhere in the house!" Jessica said firmly, "Because it was gone when he came back!"

"But we didn't find any tie?" Emma glanced at Lestrade, who was already in deep thought.

"But..." Jessica was unsure for a moment, "Is there nowhere? Maybe he left it outside? But if that's the case, he won't be obsessed with entering this house..."

"I think..." Lestrade began, but fell silent again.

"Huh?" Emma looked at him expectantly, but he just stood up and walked a few steps back and forth while gesturing something.At last he paused in the midst of two puzzled glances, said hastily, "We must go and see," and strode through the open door and up the stairs.

Jessica and Emma followed.Lestrade came to the master bedroom upstairs and opened the wardrobe door without hesitation.Ethan's clothes only took up one-third of the space. At a glance, there were only a few suits with ties on the hangers, and there were no bow ties.

Lestrade scratched his head, turned around and met Emma's eyes, and they said "washing machine" almost at the same time.

A group of people found the laundry basket like a [-]-meter race.Perhaps the hostess Luo Lina had no intention of doing housework after Allen's death, and the clothes here have piled up.They rummaged through the pile of hills, turned the laundry basket upside down, and finally pulled out a dark red velvet tie from the bottom.

"Looks alike." Jessica hesitated, flipping the tie a few times in her hand.She took a deep breath, observed it bit by bit from top to bottom, and finally found the JL embroidered with gold thread in the corner of the end.

Emma cheered excitedly, and there were even tears in her eyes.The corners of Lestrade's mouth were about to reach the ears, but he still tried his best to maintain the professionalism of a policeman. He stretched his hands to his waist and said while groping, "I have to report..."

Jessica breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since she knew Joseph's true face, she had been holding a huge rock in her heart, and now she finally let it go.

She wanted to thank Lestrade, but found that Lestrade looked embarrassed, with his right hand hanging in the air, "No wonder no one called me just now, so my walkie-talkie is still downstairs."

****

Although Lestrade successfully solved the case, he was scolded bloody by his superiors because of the walkie-talkie.

The good news is that Joseph was quickly arrested.Somebody leaked the news. At this time, the local media had already surrounded the police station. Lestrade took Jessica and Emma towards the gate while his boss was busy dealing with the reporters.

"It's late, your parents will be worried," he said, "but maybe being driven home in a police car is more worrying, lol."

No one responded to his joke. He was silent for a while and then continued, "You know what? Joseph was planning to escape, to escape abroad, but unfortunately he was stopped by Howard who had been there long ago. But guess who Keep Howard on guard? It's me."

"Yes," Emma rolled her eyes, "this venerable police officer almost stopped Joseph, and when he called you, only stray cats passing by heard him."

Jessica looked at Lestrade, who was instantly deflated, and suppressed a smile to express her gratitude. After all, just being able to listen to two teenage children is more than most people in this world. .

"Thank you for what you did..." She said halfway, and she caught a glimpse of the corner of a black windbreaker out of the corner of her eyes.

At this time, they had just walked outside the door, and the street was illuminated by continuous light sources on both sides.That person happened to be standing under a dim street lamp, and the shadow carrying the luggage dragged on the ground for a long time, spreading to Jessica's feet with thick darkness.

Her heart trembled, she stopped, and slowly raised her head.

Sherlock stood there with an incomprehensible expression, his curly hair was dusty and tousled, his clothes were wrinkled from the fatigue of travel, and under his eyes were shadows of fatigue.It's just that he still stood upright, and his aura of not getting close to strangers has not weakened at all.

Why did you come here.

It was like falling from a high altitude, and finally stopped in mid-air, but it didn't land on the ground until this time.

Jessica was taken aback by her sudden thought, but she didn't have time to scold herself for waiting to be rescued, because Emma obviously saw Sherlock too, and she opened her mouth, as if intending to go ahead as usual. After some sarcasm, but for some reason, he temporarily changed his face.

"Oh, Sherlock," she said strangely, "did you come back for Jessie?"

"Oh, shut up," Jessica whispered, but it was too late.

If she is calm and smart enough, she should immediately interrupt this ridiculous scene - a person who has failed once is longing for the next failure, even though she knows the ending is heartbreaking, her eyes are still uncontrollable to see Sherlock's expression.

Lestrade seemed to have said something, but was slapped by Emma, ​​and he let out a cry of pain.Then the whole world fell into an unprecedented silence, and Sherlock stood in the center of the world, with a few expectant or doubtful eyes hitting him, but it didn't affect him in the slightest.

He calmly patted the dust off his shoulders, and said "yes" in a low voice.

The author has something to say:

Probably last night, when the author Jun posted a new chapter again, he clicked on the draft box...

I went out today so I didn't find it... I just wanted to come up and ask for a vacation... Only to find out...

In the end, no one seemed to pay attention... Complicated emotions... Complicated emotions...

There is a feeling of being a thief and not being discovered, otherwise we will treat it as if there was no yesterday at all? ?

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