[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"Why?" Jessica said sullenly without looking up.

"Because he offered to see me."

"and then?"

"Loser's bravado," Sherlock said dismissively, "same crap, he's trying to kill me because you..."

His ending sound fluttered in the air, and even the arrogance disappeared without a trace.Jessica could imagine Sherlock's expression without looking up, it must be extremely awkward.

But she still wanted to see it with her own eyes, so she slowly moved her gaze upwards from her toes, from the corners of the white clothes of the person beside her to the abrupt Adam's apple, as well as the tight corners of her jaw and her pursed lips.

Is this something that bothers him a lot?

Jessica didn't continue to probe into Sherlock's expression, but calmed down her chaotic mood, and explained with difficulty: "Joseph...he doesn't know anything, you don't need to listen to anything he said. He A lunatic, isn't he? Uh, how should I put it, I can't imagine anyone in this world who can't live without..."

Speaking of this, those several deaths flashed before her eyes one after another, she just felt that it was the first time in her life that she said such words against her will, and the corners of her lips almost couldn't hold back when she tried her best.And she dared say the great Sherlock Holmes wouldn't have missed it either.

"So," said Sherlock in a flat voice, "are you saying that Joseph completely misunderstood you by killing me for your... cough?"

Jessica nodded with an unspeakable mentality, and simply insisted on this extremely clumsy lie from the beginning to the end.

"Totally wrong," she said dryly, "I have absolutely no delusions about you beyond friendship." She squeezed out a smile uglier than crying, accompanied by a vigorous nod, "T-really."

"I have to say," said Sherlock, with a look at her - which made Jessica's smile tremble again - and said nonchalantly, "it's true in the book, people are so capricious."

Jessica was speechless about this, and felt that her credibility in Sherlock's heart must be plummeting, but who could be blamed for this?

Blame Raymond.

"It's not like that," she explained, "it wasn't in the first place..."

Sherlock stopped abruptly, and reached out to grab Jessica back who hadn't reacted.Jessica exclaimed inexplicably, and followed his line of sight to the ground.

The dark to black crimson marks were enough for anyone to ignore, but Jessica could tell at a glance that they were dried blood.

She couldn't help but look at the grass beside her.

Sherlock seemed to have the same thought, and he walked around to the other side, took a deep breath, and pushed the bushes away with his hands.

Jessica vaguely felt that this scene was somewhat familiar. It was the same she and Sherlock, also in the grass by the roadside, and at this time - they found a dead body.

The difference is that Sherlock at this time is extraordinarily silent and hesitant, instead of purely curious at the age of 12.

What was even more different was that this was not a complete corpse, and one arm was missing. Jessica couldn't help but walked a few steps closer, bending down to look carefully at the incision.Sherlock hadn't made a sound for half a day when she realized that her untimely occupational disease was onset.

"Call Lestrade." Jessica said decisively, but got no response.She couldn't help looking in Sherlock's direction, and found that the latter stood there with an unclear expression, his clenched fists hanging by his sides, and his tall and thin figure looked extremely thin in the dusk.

"Sherlock?" Jessica asked with concern.

She remembered the mental breakdown that Sherlock had said, but he just came back from the police station, and she dared to say that he must have come back after seeing the brainless corpse, so now...

"It's him." Sherlock interrupted her thoughts suddenly, "The way he broke it was him."

Jessica understood who "he" was in an instant, and then felt dizzy.

Redemption in the past, nightmare now——Will.

She looked at the corpse under her feet in a panic - a very strange face, then looked at the house not far away, and finally looked at Sherlock, who had a calm face, if it weren't for the big drops of sweat on his forehead , Jessica was almost cheated.

"Sherlock..." She called out in a hoarse voice, and stepped over the traces on the ground to come to Sherlock.His face was extremely pale, and his empty eyes were focused for a moment because of Jessica's sudden appearance, and then loosened again.

"Impossible, impossible..." The word slipped out of Sherlock's unmoving lips repeatedly, Jessica's heart sank, and the matter seemed to be more serious than she imagined.

She grabbed the outside of Sherlock's shoulders with both hands and forced him to meet her eyes, "Don't think about it, Sherlock, it's just a superb imitation, you know? Will is dead..."

"Yes, yes," repeated Sherlock, "he's dead."

At this moment, he was like a helpless child, and Jessica couldn't help but tiptoed to hug him.

"He died, years ago," Jessica wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and whispered in his ear with effort, "There is no doubt about it."

She rubbed the back of Sherlock's neck to reassure him, repeating the words over and over again.After about a few minutes, Jessica felt Sherlock's tense muscles finally gradually relax.She let go of her arms and cupped Sherlock's head to check his face.

There was blood on his face, and the brows were relieved, but his eyes were a little dodgy.

"Are you feeling better?" Jessica whispered, running her hand through the hair on his forehead.

"Yes," Sherlock put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, "I think so." He was silent for a while, and said as if he had made up his mind, "He's not dead."

"What?" Jessica paused with the hand she had just put down.

"This incision is so unique," Sherlock murmured, "same tool, force, angle, it can't be an imitation."

Jessica's teeth began to chatter up and down, and she clutched the shawl tightly in fear, but the chill couldn't stop coming from the bottom of her heart.

***

Still in shock, Jessica looks for a phone at the nearest house, which unfortunately is having a family gathering.So when she seriously asked Lestrade to bring someone over quickly, everyone in the family, including the babbling baby, knew that a corpse was found nearby.

So when Lestrade arrived, there was already a large circle of people around the corpse.

"What is this?" He looked around in surprise. "I need to hear you carefully, Sherlock, and Jessica. You have to make a note."

Jessica nodded, but didn't move.Her sluggish brain turned for a long time, and she said to herself, "Should I call home?"

"Yes," Sherlock appeared in front of her at some point, "but I've already fought."

"What? When?" Jessica looked at him blankly.

"just."

After leaving this sentence, Sherlock followed Lestrade into the police car, and Jessica followed silently.

"Are you okay, Jessica?" Lestrade turned his head from the front and asked with concern, "It's always like this when you see a corpse for the first time, just wait until you get used to it."

Jessica felt unable to explain for a moment, so she nodded silently.

"Good news, officer," Sherlock said, "you didn't read anything in vain."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm almost certain it's the same perpetrator of the multiple homicides in Manchester."

Lestrade turned around sharply, almost twisting his neck, "Did you mean..."

"Yes," Sherlock said quietly, "the one who cannibalized."

Jessica pulled the shawl to cover the trembling hands at her side.

"Oh," Lestrade scratched his head, before recovering, "oh."

"But, I'll catch him."

Sherlock said this very lightly, but it has a weight that cannot be ignored.Jessica couldn't help raising her head. Sherlock didn't look at anyone in the car, but glanced at the direction of the corpse through the car window, and whispered, "He won't let him escape this time."

His eyes were half-downcast, his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and his calm face seemed to hide turbulent emotions.

Jessica felt a little amazed, but felt that it should be taken for granted.

Sherlock has never been an ordinary person, and those unprecedented cruelty and sinister may defeat him once, but not the second time.

He is Sherlock Holmes, born to be the killer of evil, even fear and collapse can't stop him.

A trace of pride welled up in Jessica, "You will."

"Are you playing charades?" Lestrade looked suspiciously around, "What did I miss?"

"It's nothing," Jessica said with a smile. "Are you ready to solve the case, officer? I bet the murderer this time will be very scary."

"Of course, that's the nightmare of my career," Lestrade pouted, "but you seem to be hiding something from me."

"You'll know."

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