[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Jessica groped her way into the house, startled by three pairs of expectant eyes in the living room.

"My baby," Joanna rushed over and touched her face up and down, "are you okay? I'm so worried..."

"It's okay, Mom." Jessica reassured with a smile, "I just found a corpse by accident. In fact, I didn't go to see it at all, and I don't know what it looks like."

"That's the best." Joanna breathed a sigh of relief.Mark stepped forward and hugged Jessica, ruffled her hair, "You're a brave girl, but if you have any questions, let us know, okay?"

Jessica nodded.

"Where did Sherlock go?" Raymond looked around behind Jessica and shouted, "Is he still in the police station?"

"Oh, he's home," Jessica shrugged nonchalantly. "I guess he's found his way home."

"Really?" Joanna looked disappointed, "We didn't even have time..."

"Okay Mom," Raymond interrupted, "you can invite him over next time, so for now, I just want to know if I can go upstairs to sleep?"

Joanna rolled her eyes, and Raymond yelled and ran away, avoiding Mark's intended spanking.

Jessica didn't mind that she was being completely ignored by her brother, in fact she was relieved that Raymond looked like this.Before leaving, the scene of Raymond and Joanna hugging each other and crying happened. She originally thought that she would face a gloomy scene when the three of them wept silently when they came back, but now the family seems to have completely restored the previous order.

Joanna didn't explain anything, and seemed to acquiesce to the fact that Jessica knew about it.And Mark's usual wit made Jessica wonder about his attitude.

"It's not that Raymond doesn't care about you, Jesse," he patted Jessica on the head, "it's just that he cares a little more about Sherlock, and the two of you combined can't compare to the game console in his room."

"I totally understand." Jessica nodded sympathetically.

They chatted a few words about the big news that happened in the community today. Joanna kept complaining about the misfortune of "poor baby Jessie", and Mark said that when Sherlock called, he was almost scared to death. Sherlock calmed him down with a few words.

"At first he said 'corpses', but I didn't realize it," Mark clutched his chest, acting frightened, "then he said there were 'dead people', and I didn't realize it... I offered to accompany you Together, Sherlock said that you are familiar with the officers there, let's not worry. And he said..." Mark coughed, "He said 'I will take care of your daughter, sir, I will protect her' .”

"What?" Joanna's eyes widened, and she turned to Jessica, who was almost choking, "Is this what I thought?"

Jessica put down the water glass, her cheeks began to get hot slowly, "No, I don't know..."

"At that time, I was swinging between two moods," Mark said with complex expressions, "For a moment, it seemed that I was holding your hand at the wedding and was about to hand it over to a teenage kid. And another moment, how I longed to go back to the Middle Ages, draw my sword and fight this curly-haired weirdo."

"Sherlock is not a weirdo," Joanna gave Mark a reproachful look, "he is a polite young man."

"I don't care," Mark said firmly. "He's going to take my little girl, and I can't let that go."

Joanna was immediately amused, "Then Jesse should be very happy that this is not the Middle Ages, otherwise she will never be able to marry in her whole life."

Jessica exposed half of her face buried in her palm, and couldn't help interjecting, "Maybe you all misunderstood..."

"Oh, Jesse," Joanna said kindly, "I was young too, and I know what it's like."

"I just wish you guys would get married later," Mark said, curling his lips, "I don't want to give your hand to someone else so early."

"You probably don't have to worry about this..." Jessica couldn't help rubbing her forehead, but her weak attempt to justify was ruthlessly suppressed by two clear eyes.

The wall clock on the wall showed that it was past ten o'clock, and Joanna and Mark also looked tired.They said goodnight to each other and went back to their bedrooms.Jessica gently closed the door, but did not leave. She stood by the door and listened to the gradual silence outside.He held the doorknob with his hand, but hesitated under his feet.

Too many things happened today.She almost wondered if her brain could handle so many things, Raymond came out, the unidentified corpse, Will was not dead...and...

Unstoppable pink bubbles popped out of her heart, as if shrouded in a wonderful dream.Sherlock's bright eyes are still in front of her eyes, and she can't help but suspect that her mental age will always stay in her teens, so God will let her die young and become a delusional teenager again, and then have a relationship with the last People who shouldn't have fallen in love.

Jessica was taken aback by her own words.

Is this really serious to the point of "love"?It suddenly occurred to her that Mycroft had been right from the start, that Sherlock was just a teenage spurt, and that when he grew up he might regret his sloppy relationship experience - or worse - maybe tomorrow morning he would be different again. Be cold and be normal Sherlock again.

She couldn't distinguish her current psychology at all, nor could she deduce how it would end in the end.But the reckless gene prevailed, and all the cautiousness after entering this body disappeared at this moment, and her drive to be smashed to pieces returned at this moment.

Jessica opened the door, stepped on the floor of the corridor with her bare feet, and went downstairs silently in the dark.

Today, a gap was opened in the thing she had been longing for, and even though a voice advised her that it was a trap, she still chose to jump into it without hesitation.

So now, she just wants to hear Sherlock's voice, and no one can stop her.

Jessica tiptoed to the living room, looked at the dark staircase, and picked up the receiver.

***

No one has lived in the house for a long time, and it is full of dusty smell.

There was the sound of a car starting from the open window, and it seemed that Lestrade had finally recovered from his shock.It's just that the sound of the intermittent tires rubbing against the road is full of horror, which seems to imply the driver's psychological state.

But he understood Lestrade's mood very well.On the way, out of unknown trust, he told all this to this new professional inexperienced policeman, which broke some of the latter's beliefs, especially when he described in detail a few years ago. The process of committing the cannibal case and the psychological motivation behind it.

He threw out one term after another with a calm expression, ignoring Lestrade's increasingly frightened expression, and took the trouble to go deep into every detail.After all, he had done a lot of homework in the past few years, and Lestrade just glanced at the file carelessly.

Will, who did not die, committed the crime again, declaring to the world in the most obvious way, "I'm back" after several years of silence.

At that time, Lestrade screamed like hearing a ghost story, very sissy.

But he wasn't telling the truth.

Will is not announcing to the world, but to a specific person.And based on the body showing up on his temporary block with only one arm missing, he's pretty sure it's a statement to himself.

It was very dark in the room, but he didn't bother to turn on the light, sitting in the dark and waiting.Reason told him that the person who manipulated all this behind the scenes would not show up so soon, but his intuition made him look forward to it.

Something must, must happen——he thought so, sitting there idly with his chin propped on his hands, but he didn't relax at all, and his vigilant eyes swept around the doors and windows.Unexpectedly, the phone rang suddenly, and the annoying sound waves filled the air immediately.

This is not what he expected to happen.But the phone rang a dozen times persistently, and he could only go through what might happen next several times in his mind. Will he hear Will's voice?Or the last words of the next victim?He silently glanced at the location of the alarm and picked up the receiver.

"Sherlock," a soft female voice called his name, "are you asleep?"

The heart he was holding fell down with a thud, and then he felt a little dumbfounded.

"Obviously, no," he said sarcastically, "but that's a good question that makes sense."

There was a low chuckle from there, "So...thank you?"

"You're welcome," he replied bluntly.

Jessica seemed to laugh again, and covered her mouth like a thief.He could almost see her wrinkled nose and arched eyebrows through the wire.

For a moment no one spoke, only the rustling of breathing on the microphone.If someone had told him this would happen a few days ago, he must have thought this person was crazy.

Something happened too suddenly, too fast.

"It's good to know you're home," Jessica said. "I just wanted to make a call and ask . . . well, that's all."

He said "um", hesitating to say something, like in a soap opera.

What would the average person say?The boys on the football team would only talk and show off their girlfriends' "talents." He had never seen those superficially affectionate couples in private.As for his parents, according to Mycroft, they had a "period of affection that makes you want to leave the UK", which he is glad he never experienced.The only time he happened to see Raymond and his hippie boyfriend, they seemed to be more than equal in every way, and he didn't think it was universal.

"Oh shit, it's Raymond," Jessica cursed suddenly, "Sorry, I have to hang up, good night Sherlock."

A sharp male voice over there yelled "Who are you talking to?", and the phone was hung up.

Amidst the beeping busy tone, he stared blankly at the microphone, and it took him a few seconds to recover.

"Good night." He murmured and put down the phone.It was late at night, and the night in the suburbs was extremely quiet. He got up and wandered aimlessly in the house.If he chose to sneak into his home at this time, he would choose to climb up the attic through the window sill, and the alarm system was connected to other places.He understands that Will is getting old and it's not necessarily a good choice.But "never say never".

Time passed by, he came down from the attic, and began to wonder if he was being overwhelmed.

But there was a white envelope lying quietly on the coffee table.