[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"I don't understand, why would Wendy help you?"

It was another short "visit", and the fresh air washed away the musty smell that enveloped the surroundings.Her legs were numb from sitting on her knees for a long time, and the hands behind her had lost feeling.But Jessica still sat upright facing the direction of the door, and was the first to ask questions the moment the mechanism opened.

How did Will and Wendy get together?This question appeared in her mind at the beginning of the last "section", and since then it has troubled her like a demon.

There was no sound from the other side, but Jessica knew Will was there.

"Maybe I'm too sensitive," Will said lightly after a while, "but it seems to imply to me, you know who I am, and you know that I have nothing to do with Wendy. And this reminds me of something thing."

"what's up?"

"From the very beginning, you never asked me who I was, but kept asking why I wanted to arrest you."

Jessica froze.True, she knew Will, but no one in this world knew that.She was mentally weaving an argument quickly, but Will didn't seem to intend to listen to Jessica's explanation.

"Actually, I invite you to come here," he said with his usual politeness, "just out of curiosity. I have heard that you have had an unimaginable influence on Sherlock Holmes. I just want to see , how will he react."

It sounds like Will knows Sherlock's current situation very well. Could it be that he has been monitoring Sherlock all these years?

"You know Sherlock?" Jessica asked pretending to be puzzled, "It's still very familiar, right?"

"It used to be like this," Will didn't say much, but turned back to the topic just now, "so, that's why I brought you here. Besides, you just let me I'm a little scared. In fact, at this age, unnecessary fear rarely visits me, an old man who is about to die, but I always feel that you know more than I expected, which makes me very puzzled."

Jessica gritted her teeth, and asked in a broken jar, "Then what's your relationship with Wendy?"

"I'll tell you," Will's usually gentle voice was now icy cold, "Now I really have to reconsider..."

"Consider... what?" Jessica's heart couldn't help but sink.

"Should I kill you?"

It's like an irrevocable trial that turns into a death knell with Will's departure.The door closed with a "click", and the dark cloud of life being cut off immediately covered this small place.

Jessica's hands were as cold as ice.She lay on the ground, moved towards the door with difficulty, and bumped into a cold wall.She couldn't move her hands and feet, she could only use her cheeks to grope for the bare wall, and her cheekbone hit a disk-shaped, extremely hard object.

She thought of the story of Will, a desperate, dying boy who struggled to grab the doorknob that symbolized his destiny and never let go.

At this moment fate was pressed against her face, motionless, indifferent to her prayers.She has always been an outcast of God, a ghost reborn from the grave again and again, an unlucky ghost who was tricked by death and could not die.

But this time, she didn't want it to end like this.

Jessica raised her sore head, hitting the protruding handle again and again.The muffled sound of the skull colliding with the metal reverberated in this confined space.

If it's the death knell, ring it yourself.

She kept hitting, doing one last fight.There seemed to be some noises outside the door, she didn't think about whether it was an auditory hallucination, she just slammed into the door with all her strength.The sticky liquid flowed down from her forehead, and her consciousness became more and more blurred, and she finally fell to the ground exhausted.

Click.

The door opened, and the sound of rustling footsteps came, like the fairy music of heaven, or the wailing of hell.

A pair of skinny hands lingered on the tip of Jessica's nose, and then her whole body was dragged, her head hit something, and she passed out completely.

****

Emma had no idea that things had developed to this point.

Under the pressure of the hand/gun above his head, Miller stammered the whole story.How did he meet Wendy at the police station? At first he was asked to take care of Joseph, but then it turned into being coerced into doing things he didn't want to do-such as tipping off the news and obstructing Lestrade's investigation. He even talked about the "sweetness" Wendy gave him, but at that time Emma had her ears covered by Mrs. Harris.

It's not fair.She thought angrily that Sherlock, her age, was holding a dangerous weapon.

"Don't delay," Sherlock didn't let Miller go because of his honesty, but tightened his fingers on the trigger, "Where did Wendy take Jessica?"

"I...I don't know," Miller shuddered and knelt on the ground, "She never told me this..."

"And when you called her on the walkie-talkie," Sherlock said calmly, ignoring Lestrade's suddenly shocked face, "where was she?"

"Wait, what?" Lestrade roared loudly, "Miller! You are dereliction of duty! Don't tell me that everyone on this channel is under the monitoring of that Wendy!"

"I can't help it..." Miller grumbled, covering his face in shame, "but she said she wouldn't kill anyone, she just wanted to teach Jessica a lesson..."

Lestrade had already collapsed and hugged his head. He immediately took out the walkie-talkie and was about to say something, but Sherlock snatched it away.

"Talk to Wendy." Sherlock put the walkie-talkie near Miller's mouth, and still held the gun firmly against Miller's temple with the other hand.

The sweat on Miller's forehead kept falling, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it off.He fiddled with the walkie-talkie, cleared his throat, "Call Faith, call Faith."

He called seven or eight times in a row, but no one answered.In the noisy background, everyone waited anxiously. The Harris couple and Lestrade kept exchanging glances, and finally they all kept silent.Only Miller's gasps stood out.

"I won't kill, Miller."

A dry but sharp female voice suddenly came over.

Miller's hands were shaking with excitement, and he stammered, "Where's Jessica Harris? Over."

Without answering, he asked again, "Where's Jessica? Over."

"She's still alive."

This irrelevant answer annoyed Sherlock, and he grabbed the walkie-talkie, "I'll kill Miller, I'll do what I say. You'd better tell me quickly..."

"That's not how the walkie-talkie works..." Lestrade was startled, and immediately bypassed Miller, who was frightened to the point of shit, and stepped forward to press a few buttons.

At this time, there was another voice from the opposite side.

This is the sound of even breathing hitting the microphone, one by one.Emma's legs were a little weak, she put her hands on the car and muttered to herself: "Then it could be Jesse..."

"God!" Mrs. Harris covered her mouth and sobbed.

The signal was cut off there.

"At least we have good news..." Lestrade seemed to try to ease his voice, but his whole slumped face counteracted his efforts.

"That's my home." Sherlock lowered his head, his words were superimposed with Lestrade's ending, and Emma couldn't hear what he was saying clearly for a moment.

"You mean, your house?" Mr. Harris looked at Sherlock in surprise, "Wendy is at your house?"

"It's 9:05:20 now," Sherlock looked at his watch, "The error of my clock at home is one percent more per minute. This morning I adjusted the watch and the clock together to tell the time on the TV. The watch was 20 seconds behind the clock, an error of two per cent. When Wendy spoke for the first time, it happened to be the last stroke of the bell. The interval between the bells was two seconds... At that moment the watch was..."

Emma was stunned by a string of numbers, and only heard the final conclusion.

"This one-ten-thousandth coincidence is my home."

Everyone present, except Sherlock himself, was at a loss and hadn't fully digested this startling information.

Lestrade was the first to come to his senses, "So what are you waiting for, we're going to your house now."

He took out a handcuff and handcuffed Miller to the car, turned around and left in spite of the other party's pleas for mercy.Emma swallowed her full of questions, obediently followed everyone and got into the car.

I've heard that Sherlock lives far away, but I didn't expect it to be this far.Along the way, the Harris couple repeatedly confirmed to Lestrade whether Jessica was really not in danger. Sherlock didn't say a word, but Emma could feel his determined eyes.And as the destination got closer, the fire of hope in her heart grew bigger and bigger.

Sherlock must not let her down.

She clasped her hands together and prayed, and for the first time in her life, she sang to God so devoutly.

The car turned an intersection, at this time they had already entered the suburbs, and they should not be far from Sherlock's house.To be honest, Emma had never been to such a desolate place, surrounded by trees, it reminded Emma of the scary forest where witches were hidden in fairy tales when she was a child.As if to test her idea, a sudden rustling sound like an animal made her even more restless.

At this moment, she saw a person lying in the sparse bushes on the side of the road.

"Someone!" she screamed, "Someone there!"

A sudden brake caused Emma to hit the back of the seat, she hurriedly opened the door, and ran over there in a stumbling manner.A figure from behind chased him up, it was Sherlock who took advantage of his height.

There was a rush of footsteps behind her, and Emma threw forward recklessly, knocking her elbows on the ground.With the help of the faint moonlight, she could clearly see the face of that person covered by the bloodstains.

"It's Jessie!" she cried, crying.

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Meme~

Supplement: Today I had a brain hole, and I will probably write that in the next article. The point is that when writing the copy, the author suddenly felt that the copy of this article is long and unintentional, so I held it in for a long time. a kidney failure (not

The inspiration seems to be a small theater written by my Miss C a long time ago, I will send you a red envelope if you are so rude (*≧ω≦)

Feeling much better...?