[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Avoiding the eyes and ears of other colleagues in the cubicle, Lestrade secretly stuffed the latest autopsy report into his briefcase.Sherlock was still very dissatisfied with this hard-won information sharing treatment, but it was all Lestrade could do.

What's more, the director only let go after receiving two calls from Manchester and London.It was just that shortly after the body was discovered, the media got wind of the "brainless corpse" that had been dug out for some reason. People were panicked for a while, and the consequences of breaking out of the police station to ask a middle school student for help at this time were simply unimaginable.So Lestrade could only send Sherlock the latest information in this way - like a real spy.

Under the scorching afternoon sun, Lestrade drove nearly an hour to Sherlock's house.Whenever he saw this house hidden in the jungle, he would mutter in his heart that this family must be nature lovers or hermits.

But Sherlock is clearly not any of them.

The front door was left open, and Lestrade knocked tentatively, and went in without getting a response.The first sight is a messy scene, microwave food and fast food boxes are piled on the coffee table, and white paper is spread all over the floor.And the instigator of everything, Sherlock, was lying on the single sofa with his legs crossed, holding a thin piece of paper in his hand.

"Uh, cough," Lestrade cleared his throat, reminding him of his existence, "How are you, Sherlock?"

Sherlock raised his eyelids to look at him, then looked away indifferently.

"So..." Lestrade scratched his head and continued, "It seems that you have been more fulfilled these days, right?"

"Give it to me." Sherlock finally put down the paper in his hand and spread his hand towards him, "No matter what useless things you brought."

"Actually, it's quite useful. Here, the autopsy report."

"Whether it's useful or not depends on its conclusion." Sherlock took the folder and put it aside without showing the slightest interest.

He was immersed in his own world again.Lestrade rubbed his hands together in embarrassment, and unconsciously began to look around.Sherlock seems to be in a bottleneck these days, his eyes are black and blue, and his whole body is listless, which makes people worry.

"You should eat less junk food," he hesitated. "It will make you even more lethargic, and I'm surprised you can still order takeout, in this place."

Sherlock snorted coldly, "I went out to buy that."

"Okay...well." Lestrade was quiet for a while, "Actually, you can live with me..."

"No," interrupted Sherlock before he could finish, "impossible. And if you have nothing else to do with the case, the door is over there."

"..." Lestrade was tongue-tied, suddenly annoyed, "It's not fair! You never revealed any findings or conclusions to me, but complained that I didn't discuss the case with you!"

"I'm not complaining," Sherlock said without looking up, "just a reminder."

Lestrade stood where he was, and suddenly realized that he was rejected by a child who was several years younger than him—and he was helpless!He turned around angrily, and almost tripped over the cardboard box on the ground as soon as he took a step.

"Be careful, officer," Sherlock's faint voice came from behind, "don't damage my information."

God, what a demon he is!

Lestrade cursed inwardly, and strode to the door.The sun was shining outside the house, which formed a huge contrast with the dullness inside. He stepped heavily on the gravel road step by step, and the pain from the soles of his feet made him calm down.

Why would he be angry with a child?Besides, it wasn't the first day he knew this weird genius.

Lestrade stood in front of the car, looked back at the lonely house, thought of the messy environment inside and Sherlock's bleak description, a burst of sympathy suddenly diluted the anger at the moment.Still, he doesn't seem to be able to do much, does he?

Lestrade shook his head and sighed.He took one last look in Sherlock's direction and opened the door.

Wait, something is wrong.

He only felt a chill on the back of his neck, and immediately turned his head to look, but everything in front of him was the same.It's just that there seemed to be a pair of eyes in the dense woods, staring at him firmly.

The hand slowly moved to the waist, and the weapon brought a little stability.Lestrade took a few steps warily into the jungle, the leaves creaking under his feet.

He looked at the dead leaves under his feet - if he hid here, it was impossible not to make a sound...

Lestrade thought so, and gradually lowered his hand.He returned to the side of the road, but the feeling of being watched was always with him.

***

Jessica hadn't been out in the past few days, partly because she hadn't been doing much, and partly because of the influx of visitors at home—whoever spread the news of her discovery—who were astonished and terrified people who wanted to leave the house. She, an "insider", is here to ask some questions.

So she simply lied that she was too scared and needed to rest, so that Mark would not have to rush back from the hospital every time to dismiss these uninvited people.

But after a few days of staying behind closed doors, coupled with this age of lack of entertainment, Jessica soon felt that she was going crazy.Especially thinking that Will was still at large and might be killing an innocent person now, she couldn't sit still and couldn't eat.

Yet she couldn't do anything.

Jessica had hinted secretly to Lestrade a few days before that she wanted to take part in the investigation, but she had been rebuffed as she had expected.

"This time is different from last time," Lestrade hesitated. "Last time I was in charge, but this time the director himself is in charge."

Then he poured bitterness on the phone for half an hour, being scolded by the director, oppressed by Sherlock, etc. This pitiful look made Jessica have to express her understanding of his difficulties.

In short, she became idle again, until Emma finally agreed to "visit her sick".

At this time, Jessica was fumbling with a few video tapes brought by Emma, ​​"I seem to have seen all of these..."

"Impossible," Emma jumped up, "This is a new movie that just came out a few days ago!"

Any new movie is an old movie to Jessica.

"Okay okay," she put the tape down, "thanks for visiting me anyway."

"No problem," Emma shrugged. "It's just a chance for me to get rid of the responsibility of free babysitting. Speaking of which, look at yourself..." She pointed to Jessica's long hair parted to one side and the spacious furniture Convinced, "You seem to have given up on yourself, have you lost interest in Sherlock?"

Jessica lowered her head and looked at herself. She was sitting cross-legged on the ground, her hair started to split at the end due to lack of care, and half-eaten chocolates were placed on the coffee table beside her. She really looked devoid of charm.

"Whatever the devil Sherlock is, he's a man," Emma said succinctly, "and men like the same thing, not including fat bellies."

Jessica couldn't help reaching out to touch her stomach. Fortunately, it wasn't that serious, but, "I don't want to please Sherlock..."

"I know, but don't you want Sherlock to like you?" Emma rolled her eyes and said sharply, "What's the difference? It's all about pleasing someone anyway."

"But," Jessica thought for a while, "but isn't love that no matter what you look like, I only love... er, your soul?"

"Oh my God Jesse!" Emma looked over in shock, "I didn't expect you to be so childish!"

"What?" Jessica argued awkwardly, "Don't everyone think so?"

"Of course not," Emma stared, "Look at Elena and Jack, Liz and Richard in school, including your brother and Eleanor, which one is the soul mate?"

Jessica couldn't help realizing that Emma was right, so she lowered her head and said sullenly, "I just have higher expectations in love..."

"I see." Emma rolled her eyes again. "You are the Juliet of this era. I hope that my future boyfriend will die for you. Oh, poor Sherlock Holmes, I feel that he may have to pay something what!"

"No," Jessica sneered, "it's just, uh, I don't need him to pay for me, it's just..." She pondered for a long time before saying the next sentence, "Anyway..."

anyway what?She thought about it, and realized that her request was basically... no request.

Jessica found with some sadness that in the current situation, not only did she not have the upper hand, but she also had no choice at all.If Sherlock got bored of her, he could leave.If she stopped liking Sherlock one day...was there a day?She didn't know, but she had to follow Sherlock closely, unless she didn't want to live anymore.

"Jessie," Emma whispered, "what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." Jessica shook her head, "Maybe I've been bored at home for too long."

"Then let's go out," Emma was very excited about her proposal, "go shopping in the city! It's time for you to get your hair done too!"

Jessica thought about it for a while. At this time, she should not be bumped into by curious people in the community on the road. What's more, she really hasn't gone out for a long time.

So when Emma took her to change clothes, she obeyed.

The author has something to say:

The author is still only able to write 3000 words a day...the little black room is useless...

By the way, let me tell you in advance~~ As an author without an outline (hey... eternal pain), I have written a lot of what I want to write or not, but after the last big event is written, this article is almost over , otherwise it can only be filled with water... The future stories may be summarized in a few episodes, let's not set a flag for now, and we will talk about it in detail when the time comes

In short, thank you all for your Zici~ What~ It’s been almost three months without knowing it (and the hero and heroine in the novel seem to be in love soon (who am I (where am I (what am I doing)

ps Thanks to 【Xi】【Mo Changan】【Magic Chestnut with Magical Power】Three babies Lei~~loveyaall~~