[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Emma's fourth call is to Sherlock.

She didn't have so many magical imaginations about Sherlock's abilities, but she had to admit that this freak did have a soothing power.And Sherlock did not live up to her expectations, and after hastily instructing her to protect the scene, he put down the phone.

Emma was optimistic that he should be here soon.

It's just... She looked at the enthusiastic neighbors coming and going in front of Jessica's house with a guilty conscience, and she was afraid that the scene had been destroyed.

Why hadn't she thought of this?Emma slapped herself on the head in frustration, but went forward to disperse the crowd.

The first ones to come back were Jessica's parents. They arrived front and back, and they understood the cause and effect under the narration of everyone talking about it.I don't know some idiot said "serial killer" too much, and the faces of the Harris couple turned extremely pale in an instant, and they almost fainted.

"Serial killers tend to pick a certain type."

A firm word came from a distance, and Emma turned her head along with the crowd to see that Officer Lestrade was walking towards this side with a serious face.

"Believe me, Jessica is not his type." Lestrade's firm eyes instantly calmed the Harris couple, and Emma also let out a sigh of relief.

"Yes, maybe Miss Harris will be in front of you in a while," said a potbellied policeman, stepping up from behind Lestrade, with a cheeky smile. "She might be like, 'Mom and Dad, you are here. What are you doing? I'm just going to meet a boy'." He artificially imitated the little girl's tone, and his indifference was really disgusting!

"Jessie's not like that!" Emma yelled angrily, "You bastard!"

"Wow," the policeman took two steps back, and smiled with his plump lips, "Be careful, little girl."

"Shut up, Miller." Lestrade glared at him, and reached out to stop the angry Emma, ​​"I don't believe that Jessica will disappear for no reason, just for fun."

"Of course." The Harris couple exchanged glances, ignored Miller in unison, and discussed the current situation with Lestrade instead.

The center of the crowd also moved accordingly, and everyone wanted to keep Miller out of the circle, and Miller was not annoyed, but curled his lips in disdain.

asshole!

Emma deliberately rolled her eyes at him, and then described to Lestrade carefully what happened.

"After I came out, Jessica disappeared. I walked about 500 meters on both sides of the road... There was nothing nearby, not even a shadow..."

Lestrade listened carefully and asked questions from time to time, his stern look was quite different from his usual one.And Emma fully understands the implication behind this—when Lestrade is at a loss, he will be extraordinarily serious—this makes Emma's heart that had just let go rise again.

She stumbled through the matter, and stared at Lestrade with everyone else.Under the tremendous pressure, Lestrade's lips twitched, he rubbed his temples, and said simply, "I suspect that it may be the revenge of Joseph Lecter's family, so I have sent someone to Joseph's house, they will monitor there in real time."

This answer obviously did not satisfy everyone, and even the good-tempered Mark frowned.Emma had never seen Mr. Harris lose his temper!

Lestrade forcefully drove away the irrelevant people, leaving only her, the Harris couple and a few people who were said to have seen Jessica, but basically they could not tell any useful clues, and some even Insisting that she saw Jessica at six o'clock in the morning, Emma was "admired" by the level of nonsense.

"I saw a strange person near noon," a gray-haired old man said slowly, "not only because she was a stranger, not only, after all, this is not the past, unlike those old days, basically There are no strangers on the planet, and now..."

The old man rambled on.Emma couldn't help urging her, but it left the old man at a loss for a long time, and it took a long time to find her own thoughts, "...she is very strange, like the people we used to be, she was wearing a long black dress, no young people would Then wear it..."

Lestrade gave Emma a warning look, and Emma bit her tongue, letting the pain ease the anxiety in her heart.

"...she walked by the door like a wandering spirit... You know, no one walks here unless they are exercising, anyway, I just looked at her a few more times..."

"Wait," interrupted Lestrade this time, "I..."

He stood there blankly for a while, then turned and ran to the police car.Miller was sitting in the driver's seat - as if ready to leave - and they had an argument, and Lestrade hurried back with a document.

"Is it this person?" He held up a photo and placed it in front of the old man.

"Yes," the old man tremblingly pushed the photo away and looked at it for a while, "I think so, she is very impressive."

"Who is this?" Mrs. Harris asked, shrinking back into her husband's arms.

"Joseph Lecter's guardian," Lestrade lowered his head, "more precisely, a servant or housekeeper."

"Maid?" Mrs. Harris asked suspiciously, "What kind of family is this..."

"That's right," the old man nodded as expected, "She's like the..."

A sharp brake sound pierced the sky.

Emma was startled, and found that a Toyota parked just in front of the front of the police car, the distance was less than ten centimeters, and it was almost about to collide.

Miller's curses sounded one after another, and he must have been frightened.However, the perpetrator ignored him, just opened the car door and walked straight to this side.

"Sherlock!" Mrs. Harris was the first to react, "Why are you here?"

The look of the visitor was as calm as usual.He pursed his lips and nodded slightly to the crowd, passed them without saying a word, searched on both sides of the road intently, squatting down from time to time and twisting something to put on the tip of his nose.

"Sherlock..." Emma only took a step before Lestrade pulled her back.

"Give him a moment," said Lestrade, his eyes following Sherlock's every move.

If it was normal, Emma would never let him go easily, but now, she had to stand there pouting.

The Harris couple looked puzzled, but they didn't say anything under Lestrade's affirming eyes.

Sherlock quickly moved from the door to the side of the house. During the process, Lestrade first persuaded several "witnesses" away, and then waited wholeheartedly for Sherlock's conclusion.

Honestly, isn't that a little too much for nothing for a professional cop?

And Emma couldn't care less, her mood fluctuated with Sherlock's brows which sometimes furrowed and sometimes stretched.It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like only a moment, when Sherlock suddenly spoke.

"It's a woman, no taller than five foot five," he said in one word. "She dragged Jessica and hid here," and he pointed to the bushes on the side of the house.

"My God, I should have come here..." Emma murmured, "So she is so close to me..."

Mrs. Harris took her hand, making her eyes water.

Lestrade hurried forward to show Sherlock the photo of the "maid".Sherlock nodded without any surprise, and walked to the driveway in two or three steps, "The footsteps here are too chaotic...how did she transport Jessica to the car?" He frantically paced back and forth, pulling his hair with his hands, "The car is parked far away..."

It was a frightening sight indeed, and Lestrade stood aside in silence—and perhaps Emma herself was too.

"Sherlock..." Mrs. Harris called out hesitantly, "You..."

"Wheelchair!" Sherlock said suddenly, but the excitement in his eyes only lasted for a moment and then dimmed, "Wheelchair..."

"According to my colleague," interposed Lestrade at the right moment in the oppressive silence, "there is no movement at Joseph Lecter's house, no one has entered or exited, but we are already applying for a search." ordered..."

"I'm going there," Sherlock said, and everyone present understood that it was a statement rather than a question.

"I'll take you there." Mr. Harris proposed, and immediately pulled him to the front of the car.

But under Emma's stubborn eyes, Mrs. Harris was defeated.

"Although I still don't think you should be involved in this...you are a good boy," Mrs. Harris sighed, "Jessica is very lucky to have you as a good friend."

Really?But she felt she wasn't doing well enough.

If only she could be more vigilant...

Emma swallowed her sobs, and wiped the wet corners of her eyes with her hand.

The author has something to say:

In short, it's just... How should I put it... Breaking is more of an addiction...

I'm really sorry... In fact, the author is about to start school, and he will be more and more busy, but the main thing is that he is lazy, late cancer_(:з」∠)_

In the future, try to update daily as much as possible. If there is no daily update, it should be returning to school/changing dormitories/school has something to do

Thank you for your patience~ I love you~