[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"I forgot my glasses!"

Walking to the door, Emma suddenly yelled and grabbed Jessica's wrist as she was about to close the door.

"I'll wait for you outside." Jessica reluctantly moved out of the way, watching Emma rush back indoors.

The midday sun was blindingly bright, and Jessica walked a few steps down the driveway to a small patch of shade.Unexpectedly, a figure appeared beside the road, wrapped tightly in a long black dress, like a ghostly shadow.

Jessica was taken aback.She looked around, there was almost no one there, and at this moment the black shadow bowed respectfully to her.

"Good day, Miss Harris."

The black shadow took a few steps forward, allowing Jessica to see her slightly haggard face.

This is the strange maid in Joseph's house.

"Wendy?" Jessica hesitated for a while, "What are you doing here?"

"My master sent me to invite you," said Wendy mechanically. "He wants to see you."

"What?" Jessica frowned, "You mean Joseph? Isn't he still..."

"No," Wendy lowered her head, and said in a cold voice, "it's the master."

"What?" Jessica asked suspiciously, "Could it be...? I thought Mr. Lecter's physical condition..."

"Don't ask, Miss Harris."

Jessica looked at Wendy in front of her and finally showed a trace of emotion. She raised her head, a pair of big black eyes were embedded in the deep-set eye sockets, and Jessica couldn't help shivering from the sinister gaze.

"My friend is inside," Jessica pointed to the half-open door, and kept stepping back, "I have to say hello to her..."

Wendy's expression became more gloomy, and Jessica turned around and ran towards the door.

"There's no time, miss."

With a muffled sound, a huge pain came from the back of Jessica's head.The scream was stifled on the tip of the tongue, and in a trance, he felt that he was being dragged by a pair of thin hands, and the rough stones were scratched across the skin.

"Jessie! Jessie!"

Someone was calling her, but she couldn't make a sound.

Emma, ​​I'm here.

The hoarse groans didn't sound like human beings at all. Jessica tried her best and finally passed out completely.

***

Lestrade sat for a whole morning without taking a single step out of this small cubicle.A large number of people's names, places and the relationship between them were scrambled in his mind, forming a cold mocking expression.

He sighed in distress, and shuffled to pour a cup of coffee. When he passed the corner, he found Detective Miller on the phone, but it was different from his usual appearance. He covered the receiver and said something in a low voice. Staring at the surrounding environment vigilantly with big eyes like copper bells.

Lestrade stopped involuntarily, watching the scene in bewilderment until Detective Miller caught his gaze the next second.

Miller sullenly hung up the phone with a snap, "What are you doing here, Greg?"

"Nothing," Lestrade raised the steaming coffee in his hand, "just passing by." Then he asked curiously, "Who... are you calling?"

"None of your business, Lestrade," said Miller haughtily, smoothing his thinning hair. "You should pay more attention to your case."

This sentence is full of sourness. It seems that Miller is still brooding over the director's decision to hand over the serial murder case to Lestrade.

"Okay, sir." Lestrade shrugged nonchalantly, and walked to his seat a few steps, just when the phone on the table rang suddenly.

"Hello, this is Greg Lestrade." Lestrade put the receiver to his ear and turned to find Miller still standing there looking at him.

"Officer, I'm Emma!" A high-pitched female voice emerged from the noise in the background, "Jessica...is gone!"

"What do you mean... disappeared?" Lestrade gripped the phone tightly.

"Missing, disappeared, and didn't show up!" Emma screamed, like a string stretched to the limit, "Hurry up and send someone to rescue her!"

"Are you sure she didn't tell you where she went?" Lestrade asked—Miller's eyes were still drifting over from time to time—he subconsciously turned his back on the table, "She left How long has it been? Maybe she'll be back in a while."

"Impossible!" Emma cursed loudly, "I know what you're thinking, bastard! But Jessie's not that kind of person! She said wait for me outside, you understand? But she disappeared when I came out ! Nothing left! I have asked people in the community to search the neighborhood!"

"Okay, you calm down," Lestrade scratched his head, realizing that the matter was more serious than he imagined, "I'll be there right away, okay? You wait at Jessica's house."

Emma mumbled something, then thanked reluctantly, and the noise in the background became quieter.Lestrade put down the phone and was about to go to the director's office to report the incident, but he was stopped by a fat hand after he walked a few steps.

"What happened, Greg?" Miller grinned with false concern on his face, "You can tell me first."

Lestrade examined Miller from top to bottom, and said slowly, "The girl who found Kirsk's body last time, she is missing."

"Oh, that girl," Miller gave a contemptuous laugh, "teenagers! Who knows what they're going to do! Maybe you shouldn't be so sure she's missing."

"It's none of your business, Miller." Lestrade glanced at his watch, losing the patience to argue with others.He bypassed Miller and went straight to the chief's office.

Miller followed up persistently, but Lestrade ignored him and simply explained the situation to the director.

"Of course, Jessica Harris is an important witness," the director nodded, "but the possibility of her being playful cannot be ruled out..."

"Greg and I will go find her," Miller said ahead of Lestrade. "We'll be very low-key."

A low profile means insufficient manpower and restricted actions. Lestrade was immediately annoyed. He gave Miller a hard look, "But..."

"That's it, Lestrade." The director gave him a pointed look. "Miller is a capable helper. At this juncture, I hope to create something exciting for the citizens."

"There's a killer out there," Lestrade retorted through gritted teeth, "It's very likely that Jessica Harris was killed by the 'ogre'..."

"Impossible," the chief waved his hand impatiently. "The crime portraits say that ogres prefer adults. Anyway, I've done what I can."

Miller's triumphant look made Lestrade's teeth itch. He angrily pushed the door out and called a few good colleagues.The director stood at the door with a sullen face and acquiesced to all this. He explained something to Miller, probably paying attention to the influence of the media.Miller nodded with a flattering smile, then turned to face Lestrade and the others, and instantly changed his haughty face.

Lestrade cursed in his heart, and walked to the parking lot without stopping.

****

When Jessica awoke, it seemed to be pitch black.

Is it already night?She was thinking drowsily, trying to rub her sore eyes, but found that her hands were tied together.

Only then did Jessica slowly recall everything that happened before she fell into a coma. She was knocked out by Wendy, right?Where is she now?

Not only his hands, but also his legs were tied together by ropes at the ankles.She struggled to sit up, resisting the pain and groping.Below him was the cold ground, which seemed to be covered with a thick layer of dust.

Concrete?Few people come?

Surrounded by darkness that engulfed everything, Jessica could only listen with bated breath as her eyesight lost its function.

But the silence here is not like the human world, it seems to be in a vacuum, all external sound waves are shielded, only the increasingly rapid heartbeat and almost sobbing gasps are intertwined.

These all come from her own body.

But it made her hair stand on end.

where is she?Will she die?

The unprecedented loneliness ate away at Jessica's last slice of sanity, and her breathing became heavier and heavier, like a dying fish in the shoal.The oxygen in the air seemed to be swallowed up by the terrifying darkness, leaving only oxygen molecules as thin as gossamer scattered on the tip of her nose, continuing her lingering life.

Breathe, Jessica.breathe.

But her lung lobes were about to explode.

There was a click, and then there was a loud noise of the door shaft turning, as if some mechanism had been opened.A dry air rushed to Jessica's face, and she coughed loudly.

There was another creak, as if something had run over the ground.

Jessica was already dizzy at this moment. She breathed in the hard-earned oxygen with great gulps, and her chest kept rising and falling.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Harris."

In great shock, Jessica's throat tightened, and the sound of coughing filled the entire space again.

The uninvited guest waited patiently until Jessica collapsed powerlessly on the ground, her trachea twitched, but no sound came out.

"This is the first time we've met," the voice said, before laughing to itself, "Sorry, I don't think we can see each other right now."

This was far from being a first meeting.

This is Will.

Jessica felt her cheeks wet, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes like an unstoppable flood.

"You're crying, aren't you?" Will's voice was soft, the same as before. "Come on, kid, I won't hurt you."

God, God.Jessica wanted to scream, but couldn't make any sound except rustling.

"It's a pity we can't meet properly and formally," Will continued, "but trust me, there's nothing I can do about it."

"What do you want to do?" Jessica finally uttered a word with difficulty, and the trembling finale revealed her inner fear.

"I'm afraid I can't make it too clear," Will said, "and it's for your own good. After all..." He chuckled, didn't finish, and changed the subject, "I think it's almost time, I should left."

"Wait!" Jessica crawled towards the source of the voice, "Wait a minute, why me? Because I found the body?"

"Of course not, you'll find out later."

"Are you going to kill me?" she said aloud, "Like everyone else?"

The hinge of the door turned, and the mechanism seemed to be closed again, and the world fell into silence again.

Nothing remained but despair.