[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

This should be a basement.

It was damp and cold and silent.But when Jessica calmed down, she could still occasionally hear vibrations from above.Every once in a while, the door will open.Will sometimes talks and sometimes doesn't, but Jessica can feel his presence.

"During World War II," he said once, "different from the cheap metal corrugated air-raid shelters of poor families, the owner here personally designed a large 'submarine' buried deep in the ground. Yes, he was told that it was used by submarines. The material...some kind of mysterious alloy..."

Will's presentation is always slow and unhurried.He didn't stay for a long time, but every time no matter where he talked, he would leave on time and continue until the next time.

"But he missed one point," Will appeared again, "the crucial point, and that is—the air, as you may have guessed, is why I have to be here. I'll bring you air, but don't expect your gratitude..."

"why me?"

Jessica's head rested on the ground, her eyes didn't blink in the darkness, for fear of missing a glimmer of light.But no, there is no light, only endless darkness.

Will coughed lowly, and said evasively: "We will discuss this, but not now. In short, this place was useless in the war, until the last owner accidentally discovered it..."

His words came to an abrupt end, and with the turning of the door hinge, Jessica was once again abandoned on the edge of the universe, like a star that was about to fall, her confidence, endurance and desire to survive were already crumbling.

She was about to be driven insane.

Will's death has changed from a mere suspicion to an indisputable fact.Being in this huge "submarine", Jessica could no longer have a chance to think that Will would let her go, or that someone would come to rescue her.

Will someone come to her rescue?She was thinking vaguely, falling into a shallow dream with a desire for oxygen and food.

The mechanism was turned on again, and there was a muffled sound like thunder on the ground, tearing a wound in the almost frozen silence.Jessica opened her eyes and seemed to see a flash of light.

Is it a flashlight?She barely raised her upper body, but her eyes became dark again.

"Where are you?" she said aloud, her voice hoarse like glass through sandpaper. "If you are, say something."

Will seemed to be smiling, and Jessica saw him laughing, his eyes looking directly at her with gentle eyes, and the criss-crossing grooves on his cheeks.She used to see it as a trace of the changes of the years, but now she can only see the heinous crimes behind it, and the wailing of innocent souls.

"You have more courage and calmer than most people," Will said slowly, "but maybe it's just because you know so little about me, about this place. So allow me to go on..."

Jessica wanted to plug her ears if she could.

"The previous master had a violent temper, but he had an equally violent son. His son had all the shortcomings of a little boy, rebellious, cold, and mischievous..."

Will seemed to enjoy this kind of alternative torture, adding a terrifying weight to the already tense atmosphere.Even if he doesn't get feedback, he enjoys it.

"...When he thought of his son, that little body had lost its temperature, right where I am now. His eyes were wide open, his hands were still holding on to the doorknob, so stiff that his father can't..."

"Cough, wait," interrupted Jessica, who had been quiet all along, "I don't know who told you this story, but hypoxia kills the cerebellum first, which means uncontrolled behavior, so it's more likely He's going to fall to the ground instead of dying like in a horror movie."

There was a long silence over there.She didn't know if Will had ever been cut through so directly, but she wanted very much to see his expression now.

"You're right," Will quickly regained his demeanor, "I shouldn't make you laugh with these hearsay legends. But your knowledge field is astonishing, Miss Harris, I don't even know the current lady education That's covered."

"Oh, thanks," Jessica said with a smirk that no one could see, "I figured it out from a hundred thousand whys."

"That's good." There was a hint of imperceptible perfunctory in Will's compliment, and Jessica keenly felt that he was leaving again.

"Why don't you kill me?" she asked, "Let me suffocate here, like that poor boy."

"You and I both know," Will said, "I wouldn't kill you, or you should be a little more excited now."

Jessica was taken aback, she thought about it, and found that she had never thought that Will would really kill her.

"Then let me go," she tentatively said, "I must be very tired every time I come down."

Her answer was the sound of the door closing.

Where is Will in a hurry?

Jessica vaguely grasped something, but it disappeared from her mind in an instant.

****

The silence in the car was depressing, but it was nothing compared to the growing fear in Emma's heart.

She sat in the back seat, looking out the half-open window and sobbing silently.It was the first time in her life that she had no one to comfort her when she cried, and she was very grateful for that.To be honest, the fact that she hasn't quarreled uncontrollably until now has made her feel that she is about to be overwhelmed by her calmness.

But that's nothing compared to the rest of the car.

Mr. Harris repeatedly asked about the ins and outs of the Joseph incident, and he seemed to know only the rape part.In contrast, Mrs. Harris didn't know anything at all, and even pulled herself together to persuade Emma not to blame herself.That's when she realized that the couple had no idea that Jessica might be facing revenge from a relative of a perverted murderer.

So Emma and Sherlock did not bring up this topic again.

Sherlock was very calm, too calm, and Emma would have had a fight with him in normal times.Look at him, his face is cold and unwavering, and he talks about his discoveries in an orderly manner, with a look of mastery, as if he is holding an outstanding contribution trophy and giving an acceptance speech.

Isn't he afraid of Jessica's accident at all?

"...This woman named Wendy should know Jessica, she is not strong and needs to rely on tools...but if she wants to kill Jessica, there is no need to take her away...It's a big deal possible, Jessica is safe now..."

Emma can think of countless possibilities to refute him. What if Wendy wants to torture Jessica?Or how about taking Jessica out into the wilderness without a trace and pretending it was an accident?When did Sherlock become so clumsy?

Biting her fingers to keep herself from crying too loudly, she kept cursing Joseph, Wendy, and Sherlock in her mind.But the Harris couple did gradually relax, and seemed to really believe Sherlock's excuse.

Emma turned her head and gave Sherlock a hard look, who slowly met her gaze, his neck mechanically turning at an angle.In the dim light, Emma was startled by those empty eyes.

Any complaints were forgotten in an instant, and she just wanted to ask Sherlock if he was okay. After all, between him, Lestrade and that bastard Miller, it was obvious who the only person who could be trusted now was.

The car was parked on the side of the road, and if Sherlock hadn't asked to go around, they would have arrived by now.Sherlock was the first to get out of the car, but took a few steps in the opposite direction, waiting for the police car behind to stop in front of him.

Emma stood by the car, a little confused.Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Harris also asked: "What did Sherlock do?"

"Probably settling something with the police gentlemen," Mr. Harris said. "His composure shames me. I can't believe there are such calm young men in the world..."

He didn't finish, because Sherlock pulled Miller out of the car, and in a blink of an eye, there was an extra gun in his hand, and it hit Miller's forehead before everyone could react.

"Ah!" Someone screamed, probably Emma herself.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" Lestrade touched his empty waist, and anxiously stepped forward to persuade Sherlock, but was frightened away by the cold glance.

"You're a traitor," Sherlock said with his arms raised straight in the air, facing Miller who was shaking like chaff, "or in your own words, a 'spy'."

"I...I don't know what you're talking about," Miller said weakly, not daring to move. "Put the gun down first, okay? I'm afraid it might go off..."

"If you can, it's not a waste of bullets to penetrate your brain." Sherlock deliberately tapped Miller's greasy forehead with the muzzle, "I should have thought that you were with Joseph and Wendy , when you stopped me from seeing Joseph last time, and when you interrogated me, you just met Wendy, didn't you? Now, tell me, where is Jessica?"

Miller gasped heavily, and raised his hands in resignation.

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