[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"I don't think there's anything to explain," Sherlock said, casting a nonchalant glance at her from under his half-drooped eyelids. "Which one are you referring to?"

"You know what I mean, Sherlock," Jessica felt an inexplicable anger rise in her heart, her face sank, and she lowered her voice that was tense with anger, "Don't you have any doubts?"

"What do you suspect?" Sherlock's jaw tightened visibly, and he tilted his head, as if avoiding something, "What is there to doubt?"

Who ever saw Sherlock Holmes play dumb?

Jessica was not honored by this. The burning unknown fire and the untimely sense of humor were evenly confronted in her heart. She first laughed and then turned cold.

In this absurd scene, she didn't know whether to accompany Sherlock to continue acting, or to smash the set and have a big fight.

"Why do I recognize Will just by his voice," Jessica twitched her lips mockingly, "Any ideas?"

"No," Sherlock maintained an evasive posture, moved a little towards the door invisibly, and said indifferently, "You've already explained it."

"Then I'll tell you now," Jessica lifted her upper body, staring unblinkingly into Sherlock's face, "he never said who he was, and no one in their right mind would do that."

Sherlock didn't show any mood swings, surprise, doubt, even questioning.From time to time, his eyes drifted towards the only exit of the room, obviously suppressing the urge to escape.

And this made Jessica furious.

She was the one who leaked the truth, and she is the one who is pressing on every step of the way now.She has 1 reasons why she shouldn't be angry, and she has no position to get angry at all, but she just wants to tear everything in front of her eyes, and let the dirty and ugliness under the calm surface be exposed to the public.

She leaned forward, getting a little closer to the indifferent profile opposite.

"I am Katie Glumt," she said slowly, as if she was afraid that the other party would not understand. "Katie is me, but I am not me until I am me."

Once again Sherlock avoided her eyes, but tilted his head up, studying the parallel blades of the vents intently.

He didn't panic, as if he had already acquiesced to this fact.

"Still have no idea?" Jessica clenched the railing beside the bed, the tight pain in her chest made her unable to speak, "I'm that tutor, nanny, whatever it is, that grandfather accident Dead hapless girl, but guess what? Is there anything more surprising than the fact that the man she's always looked up to is a notorious 'ogre'?"

Her eyes were so sore that she could barely open them, but her tear glands were like a dry well, unable to absorb a drop of liquid that slowed down the pain.

"This is the real me," she finally squeezed out a miserable laugh, but her tone became more and more provocative. "It's only a third of the real me, because I still have countless secrets."

The man who was as silent as a statue drooped his eyelashes, his masseter muscles suddenly bulged, and there was no trace of blood on his cheeks.

Jessica raised her chin and asked in pursuit, "Any thoughts?"

"I'm sorry," Sherlock paused, "I'm sorry."

He wasn't humbled, or even sincere.He just stated without ups and downs, like a stubborn pagan trying to exchange ungodly repentance for God's forgiveness.

But Jessica lost her only anger in an instant.

She slumped on the bed and realized something.

Not long ago, Sherlock had said the same thing in the same tone.

"When did you know that I was...?" In the suffocating silence, she opened her mouth with difficulty, completely losing the desire to destroy the world, and turned back into the person who was always cautious with shocking secrets , Even a simple name is contained in the mouth.

Sherlock didn't speak, and seemed to be thinking about something with his head down.When Jessica thought she would not get an answer, he said in a low voice, "Just now."

"No," Jessica shook her head, "you're lying."

"I didn't." Sherlock faced the air in front of him, as if facing a non-existent god, "It was just now that I was... sure."

Jessica felt absurd again, "When did you start to doubt?"

"Do you remember..." Sherlock paused for a moment and said hesitantly, "When you and I found the body?"

Jessica's grief-stricken mind flicked to the body that had lost an arm, but a series of images flashed before her eyes.

The body that Katie found with Sherlock indirectly ended her life, the body that Jessica found with Sherlock led her to where she is now, and it's even more ironic that Jasmine Amber can know Sherlock, yes Because of the corpse.

Her tone was a little aggressive unconsciously, "Which time?"

"Twice." Sherlock said softly.

Jessica's heart pounded in her chest.

"You and...you have the same expression, do the same action, and have almost the same reaction."

He held out his right hand, mimicking a grabbing motion.

It belongs neither to Katie nor to Jessica.This is Jasmine's thinking.

The thing that best represents her.

It was clearly noon, but Jessica felt that the room was much darker. Waves of memories unstoppably impacted the real world floating in the vast ocean.

In the laboratory of Butts Hospital, which was full of the smell of disinfectant and rot, she looked at the undisturbed human body in front of her, and picked up a small knife as usual.

Barra—the sound of skin and flesh ripping apart seemed to trigger an explosion, blowing everything into ashes.

ended.

All, it's over.

"You're pretty smart," she said bitterly, and repeated dully, "you're pretty smart, aren't you?"

"So you were petrified, not because of Will, but because of me."

The little germs she didn't want to admit, the delusions that were within reach, and the self-confessions that could only happen in dreams, were all over.

"I don't deserve you."

The person who said this sentence not long ago is here at this moment, avoiding her gaze.

Jessica suddenly understood what he was afraid of and why she was angry.

It's over before it even begins.

In Sherlock's heart she will never be the same again.

"No..." The voice of the person on the other side was weak, and she didn't dare to face it any longer.

"Okay," Jessica raised her chin and interrupted him with a wave of her hand, "please leave, Sherlock."

Since entering this room, Sherlock finally made a big move.He suddenly turned his head to look at her, his eyes sharply scraping her right hand pointing at the door.

"You can go," Jessica said softly. "You've wanted to go, haven't you?"

Sherlock pursed his lips, staring at her fingertips, stubbornly motionless.

They were deadlocked for less than two seconds, but it felt as long as the cycle of four seasons.

"If that's what you want."

So in the bitter winter, Jessica watched Sherlock stride away.

Her teeth began to chatter, and the coolness penetrated from the heart to the outside, and every pore was screaming.She threw herself on the pillow, wrapping herself tightly.

"What happened to Sherlock?" Joanna muttered, "What happened to you?"

Jessica buried her face and closed her eyes tightly.

"He seems to be hiding something..." Joanna said as she came to the bed and stopped talking when she saw Jessica.

The flickering light and shadow passed through the eyelids, and Jessica buried her head deeper.

Sherlock was afraid, hiding, as if facing a ghost, or a ghost.

Yet she is.

The author has something to say:

Recently, there is a housewarming event, so busy that it exploded, and now I am a little _(:з」∠)_

I don’t know what to say, but the necessary part of the plot...the next chapter will reverse... right?

ps Thank you [Magic chestnut with magic power] Baby's thunder! ! ! !Love you