[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

This "yes" made Jessica lead Sherlock home against Emma's teasing eyes.

Not at all because she was moved or anything - Jessica looked at Sherlock sitting to her right, his eyelids half-drooped, his hair disheveled over his forehead, his cheekbones flushed unnaturally.

He didn't know when he started to have a fever, but he didn't show a sick look from the beginning to the end.On the contrary, his eyes are sober and fanatical, sometimes silent, sometimes chattering, the whole person is in a very unstable state.

"I lost the keys to the house," was the second sentence Sherlock said today, he stood still under the streetlight, his lips moved up and down quickly, "it may be on the newspaper stand next to the exit of the train station, Probably on that taxi with a G and an 8 on the license plate, I can't remember."

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Jessica, so Emma and Lestrade also looked at Jessica in unison.

"The officer had moved into a cramped, rat-infested bachelor pad for less than a month and hadn't fully packed. Miss Hunter, who had two younger sisters and a newborn baby, had to live with someone else. Sharing a room. And you still have a few spare guest rooms, if there are no other visitors."

"Uh," Jessica said, taking a second to recover, "no one else... well, you're welcome... I guess."

Lestrade looked at Sherlock in bewilderment, "How do you know?" in his mouth.And Emma snickered, until they all sat in Lestrade's police car, she still covered her mouth and snickered, giving Jessica winks from time to time in the rearview mirror.

On the way to Jessica's house, Sherlock spent 10 minutes explaining to Lestrade how he figured out the size of the apartment from the bite marks on the edge of the purse and the way his hair was combed sideways, and also pointed out that Lestrade Strader's professional background.

"I did transfer from Manchester," said Lestrade, surprised. "It sounds like you are familiar with the police station there."

Seeing Sherlock's expression tense, Jessica also became nervous.

"I used to live there," Sherlock finally said flatly. "For some reason, I had some... contact with them."

Then he pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking, his eyes looked out of the car window, turning into a silent statue.

The atmosphere in the car was momentarily stagnant, and Lestrade scratched his head inexplicably.Jessica coughed lightly, but didn't know what to say.It was Emma who lowered her voice and explained kindly: "This is what their genius looks like, almost like a lunatic."

Jessica, who was sitting in the back row, heard it clearly, and presumably the person to her right could do the same.She stole a glance at Sherlock, who remained motionless.

"So you used to be in Manchester, Officer Lestrade," she continued the topic just now, asking aimlessly, "then why did you come to Cheshire?"

"I'm here," Lestrade said seriously, "with a mission. But I can't tell you, you just need to know that this mission is very, very important, similar to saving the earth."

"..." Jessica was speechless, while Emma laughed mercilessly.

"The body was found in Hertford last month."

A light and fluffy sentence almost caused the car to explode, but the person who spoke—the well-deserved Mr. Omniscient still maintained his original posture, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"What?" Emma yelled, "Near my house? Why don't I know?"

Lestrade blushed and stammered, "If you know more, please don't say it..."

"When did it happen?" Jessica was also shocked. "It wasn't even reported in the newspapers."

Sherlock finally had a reaction. He looked around the car condescendingly, "I'm not conceited, but sometimes you just need to pay attention, you are watching, and I am watching..." He typed before finishing speaking. Sneezed.

"Punishment from God." Emma said blankly.

Sherlock himself was obviously struck by the episode, and fell silent again.

With Lestrade's unresolved confusion, Emma's schadenfreude, and Jessica's glances at the people around her from time to time, the car arrived at its destination.

****

When Jessica got off the car, she vaguely heard Emma say to her, "You have officially lived together, come on Jessie".

At that time, Sherlock was closer to Emma, ​​perhaps for this reason, his pace of entering the door was also a little stiff.

There is no one at home, which has become the norm.Jessica turned on the lights in the corridor, facing Sherlock, she couldn't speak the usual words for entertaining guests, so she could only walk upstairs silently.Sherlock, who didn't say a word, followed obediently, and they walked to the guest room at the end of the corridor, which was the room where Sherlock stayed last time.

"..." Jessica pondered for a moment, "If you need anything, I'm right next door to you."

"Thank you." Sherlock's voice was hoarse.

Jessica turned around and met a pair of light gray eyes under the upper brow bone, perhaps because of the fever, the eyes were abnormally hot, as if there were fire flickering in them.

Jessica froze.

They looked at each other silently for a while, a very long time, and Jessica was the first to lose.She brushed her hair back, forced a polite smile, walked around Sherlock, and buried her head down the dimly lit corridor.

Every step on the steps makes a thumping sound, fast and urgent, mixed with the beating of the heart, as chaotic as a novice who has no sense of rhythm playing jazz drums.

She walked faster.

Jessica walked unconsciously to the kitchen.When she realized it, there was already an extra tray in her hand.Topped with a crepe, a cup of tea, and an ice pack.

Is this the habit of being a babysitter?

She cursed herself inwardly, but couldn't help finding a bottle of antipyretics, and mustered up the courage to come to the door of the guest room again.

The door was not closed, and Sherlock was spinning around the room without taking off his coat. The flush on his face seemed to have faded a little, and his expression seemed troubled.When Jessica appeared, he stopped immediately, straightened his messy forehead hair, and said in a serious tone: "I am very grateful for your kindness, but I think it is not appropriate for me to live here..."

His seriousness only lasted until he looked down and saw the thing in Jessica's hand, and then instantly turned into embarrassment, "What is this?!"

"Uh, tea and snacks," Jessica said innocently, gradually losing confidence under the angry eyes of the person opposite, "You are sick... medicine..."

Sherlock's face was livid, "How do you know... No, I'm not sick, I don't need these."

She'd known for a long time that Sherlock didn't like being sick, or being told he was sick, including doctors.

At this time, no one could stop Sherlock Holmes' unreasonable trouble, so Jessica quickly put the tray on the flower table beside her, and closed the door with lightning speed, "Dream Sherlock. "

She stood in the corridor, did not leave immediately, but tiptoed a few steps closer, and put her ear to the crack of the door.

It was quiet inside, and there was no movement.

At least Sherlock didn't overturn the tray and make a fuss like he sometimes did when he was a kid.

Jessica left satisfied.

****

The first to go home was Raymond.

Jessica was sitting on the sofa watching a boring late-night show. There was the sound of a car dying outside, and then Raymond rushed from the porch into the kitchen like a gust of wind.

When he came out, he was holding the last bottle of water in his hand, and his face was full of resentment, "Jessica, where are the ice cubes in the refrigerator?"

Jessica pointed upstairs.

"Don't try to lie to me," Raymond snorted, "Mom and Dad never came back."

"It's not Mom and Dad," Jessica adjusted her sitting position, "It's... Sherlock."

"What?" Raymond's jaw dropped, "Stop talking nonsense, he's in France."

"He came back early." Jessica shrugged.

"Why?" Raymond looked upstairs in disbelief, then at her, "Why did he come back?"

Jessica was at a loss for words.

Why did Sherlock come back?

She wouldn't really think that Sherlock had come back for her, that "yes" was just a high-fever nonsense.

What is that for?It could be Joseph, it could be something else...

"I don't know," she said a little irritably, "you can ask him yourself. In short, Sherlock Holmes is in the guest room now, and you can choose to accept it or accept it."

"Wow," Raymond took a step back, offended, "Sherlock is my friend too, okay?"

He rolled his eyes and complained as he walked upstairs, "You don't know why he came back? It's so sweet, I don't believe it! I'll ask Sherlock myself..."

No wonder Sherlock would answer.

Jessica slandered, but an uncontrollable anxiety rose in her heart.

The anxiety reached its peak as Raymond knocked on the guest room door and muffled conversations were heard upstairs.

She couldn't help but stood up and walked to the stairs, trying to capture the words of the two people.

"...Brother Sherlock...what happened...what..." Raymond's voice came intermittently.

"because……"

The words behind her could not be heard clearly, Jessica involuntarily went up two steps, the dim light shone on her face, she suddenly realized what she was doing.

The last time she was so obsessed with an answer, she had just met Sherlock's Jasmine Amber.

After many lives, many years, and such a big circle, I still repeat the same mistakes in the end.

The author has something to say:

Thank you little angels~~

I feel that I really don't work hard enough, I am lazy and have advanced cancer, so uninspiring! !

Therefore, the author specially made a 6000-word (!) small black house for tomorrow _(:з」∠)_

If I can come out alive... I will get the lifelong achievement of saving manuscript X1... (Applause