[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Jessica never knew why Sherlock came back, nor how he answered Raymond.

By the time Raymond came back upstairs, she had sat back on the couch and pretended to focus on the TV show.

The hero and heroine looked at each other affectionately, and then hugged each other tightly.When she was very young, she always imagined that there would be a day when she would wear a skirt with a large waistcoat and curly hair like Steven Nicks, and she would exchange heart and soul with her lover under the moonlight.

Later, both the big waistcoat and the Knicks passed away, but she didn't stop this delusion.

This vain fantasy drove her to stumble and stagger all the way, but she didn't reach the end.But she never regretted it, and never blamed anyone.

But now, when the right to survive is attached to others, do you still have the right to love someone?Or, is there still the ability to love?

The lines on TV were "I love you" one after another, but Jessica felt the panic that hadn't troubled her for a long time came to her heart.

She wants to live, and nothing else matters.

When Joanna and Mark returned home, they gave the unexpected visitor a great welcome.Joanna interjected when Sherlock was on the phone with his parents and said, "I hope Sherlock can stay here for the whole summer, because Jessica is lonely at home by herself."

Oh, she didn't think so at all.

Jessica leaned against the door listlessly, watching Joanna greet Sherlock with a sense of desolation.Raymond seems to have the same feeling of sympathy with her, hiding behind Joanna and making faces, trying to attract everyone's attention.

It's a pity that Sherlock, who was opposite him, didn't even lift his eyelids.

Perhaps it was the antipyretics and ice packs that helped, and Sherlock seemed to have returned to normal, taciturn but polite, successfully deepening the illusion of "introverted but kind-hearted" in Joanna's mind.

"Oh, my child," Joanna said with a kind face, "it doesn't bother you at all, you can stay as long as you want."

Sherlock nodded, even showing a hint of a smile, and he didn't see the unreasonable energy when he faced Jessica just now.

"Just stay a few more days, please," Raymond, who had been neglected all this time, interjected angrily, "someone will be very happy." He raised his chin and looked at Jessica provocatively.

"Yes, yes," Joanna said enthusiastically without hearing what he was saying, "Mark and I will be very happy."

Mark nodded quickly in agreement, "Of course, that's what I think."

They surrounded Sherlock from left to right and went upstairs, leaving only the stunned Raymond and Jessica who was the same as the whole scene.

"Since when did I become the person who likes Sherlock the least in this family?" Raymond said to himself.

Jessica shrugged, "I want to know too."

****

Early the next morning, Jessica didn't say hello to Sherlock out of some psychology, and she sneaked out of the house as soon as Raymond left.

This means Sherlock will face an empty house for his first day as a "guest of honor".

But she seems to have no other choice, doesn't she?

After the sun has fully risen, the weather becomes a bit hot and dry.Jessica stood at the entrance of the police station, wiped the thin beads of sweat from her forehead, and walked in in one go.

Lestrade was sitting at his desk on the phone, and the documents in his cubicle were piled up like a mountain, with staplers and water glasses squeezed in the middle, with almost no gaps.After seeing Jessica, he gestured for her to wait on a nearby chair.

Lestrade made the call for nearly ten minutes.Jessica looked around boredly, and suddenly found a photo on the documents spread out on the table that looked familiar. She moved closer until the outline of the person on it gradually became clear.

Her movements froze, dripping with cold sweat.The fear, sadness, and guilt that had been deliberately stuffed in the corner of her memory all boiled over for a moment, stirring up trouble in her heart with the smell of blood.

Will in the photo is looking at the world with a cheerful smile.

"What happened? Your face is so pale."

At some point, Lestrade had hung up the phone, and followed her eyes to look at the table suspiciously.

Jessica regained her senses, immediately withdrew her heavy gaze, lowered her eyelids and whispered, "It's nothing...it might be a little hot."

Lestrade looked at the fan above his head with a puzzled expression.

"Uh, what are you up to, officer?" Jessica pointed to the table, her gaze deliberately avoided the photo, and she pretended to ask casually, "That Hertford's body, right?"

Lestrade choked, and looked around in a panic, "Shhh—this is confidential!" He rubbed the back of his neck and said vaguely, "Just studying the previous cases."

Seeing his stammering appearance, Jessica couldn't help guessing: "The modus operandi is very similar?"

"You, you should read less detective novels." Lestrade looked at the sky, "Please don't tell others."

Jessica nodded calmly on the surface, but in her heart it was like a mess after the hurricane passed by, still in the aftermath of the shock.She watched Lestrade put away all the materials on the table with a blank expression, "These are very rare, even the place where I worked before only gave me a little."

It occurred to Jessica inopportunely that Sherlock seemed to have a large trunk at home.

Lestrade hid all his precious materials, turned around and asked pretending to be majestic: "So, you haven't explained your purpose of coming, miss?"

"I want to talk to Joseph," Jessica said.

"Oh no," Lestrade covered his face, "are teenagers so difficult these days?"

"Just a moment," insisted Jessica, "and he shouldn't object."

"You are quite confident," Lestrade rubbed his face, "Okay, I'll try."

****

Jessica sat at a table, her eyes shifted from the bars on the window to the guns on the policemen's waists.Finally, he lowered his head and played with his hands.The tabletop was cold, and the chill spread from her upper hand to her feet, and she shivered.

All this is a bit like a scene in a movie, but it loses the tenderness or heart-piercing falsehood, revealing the cruel reality-rules, indifference and crime exist in this small room at the same time.

Under the escort of two policemen, Joseph appeared in the iron gate in front of Jessica.He looked a little tired, with a faint stubble growing on his chin. It seemed that Lestrade was right. Joseph had indeed been interrogated all night.

Joseph looked a little surprised when he saw her, and quickly laughed.Even in prison, this deep-rooted gentleman's demeanor has not diminished in the slightest.After thanking the police, he sat down in front of Jessica.

"I thought the first person I would meet was Wendy," Joseph smiled calmly, "I didn't expect it to be you, Jesse."

Jessica forced a smile, "Hi, Joseph. How are you?"

"Thanks to you," Joseph put his hands on the table, showing the pair of shining silver handcuffs, "it's not bad."

"Listen, Joseph," Jessica frowned, "you deserved it, there's nothing to say. I don't care how many crazy thoughts you have, but it's true that you helped me and were my friend, so I'm here, if you have anything to pass on to your grandfather..."

"Come on, Jesse." Joseph waved his hand and leaned back leisurely on the chair. "You came to this ghost place because you want to hear me say that I'm guilty."

"I don't need to hear you," Jessica sat up straight. "You're guilty. It's a fact."

"No," Joseph put his chin in thought, as if thinking of something funny, "When I first saw you, you looked like this, as if you owed me something. At first I thought You're interested in me, but after I saw how you treated Sherlock..."

He shook his head, "But it's the same with you now, no matter how much you did in my arrest, you still feel that you owe me."

"No, Joseph," Jessica felt a surge of anger, for Molly's sake, and for herself.She said word by word, "I don't owe you, you owe me."

Joseph didn't answer, but put his hand back on the table.The handcuffs hit the table with a crisp sound, and he smiled again, showing his dark white teeth.

"You know how I was going to help you?" He stared at Jessica's face with interest, from forehead to chin.

"Kill me?" Jessica sneered.

"No, no," Joseph shook a finger, the metal and the board rubbed harshly, "I will kill Sherlock."

There doesn't seem to be any difference between the two either.

Jessica looked at the sneer on Joseph's lips, and suddenly felt that today was a mistake. She really didn't need to say so much to a criminal who was about to go to court, "I hope you have a good life in prison." Best Can stop these unrealistic imaginations.

She looked up at the wall clock on the wall, exactly 10 minutes.

The prison guard at the door stepped forward and grabbed Joseph's arm.Joseph stood up cooperatively, resumed his gentle disguise, and looked down at Jessica, "I still don't think I'm guilty."

Jessica watched him walk to the iron gate step by step, without any emotion in her heart.

Before being taken away, Joseph suddenly turned his head, "Please tell Sherlock that this is not over."

His light-colored eyes became extremely deep at this moment, and he licked his lips like a poisonous snake.

"I will," Jessica said, "but I know Sherlock won't even care."

Joseph didn't respond to her anymore, and his figure completely disappeared behind the iron gate.

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