[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

The world tore off its illusory surface, revealing its fangs.

——Excerpt from "Interview with Sherlock Holmes"

People always give some abstract labels to objective food, the sunset is stale, and the road is long.Blonde hair means no brains, and red hair curly hair will be blocked in the bathroom and put on the underwear (if it only accounts for one penalty, it will be halved accordingly).The antique clock is not punctual but has style. The combination of floral cloth and plaid curtains is just everyone's imagination of warmth. The light-colored log floor is always warm, as if there is a heating perpetual motion machine hidden underneath.

ridiculous.

He was sitting among a bunch of warm and homey elements—fabric sofas, pastoral decorations, floor-to-ceiling windows, a large forest that nature lovers drool over—but he didn’t feel the comfort he should have. The floor was cold and the glass was foggy. , as the sun was completely engulfed, only the shadows of the trees remained in front of his eyes, and the huge shadows were pulled to the ground, mocking him silently.

He didn't understand what was wrong.

Yes, Jessica is Katie, and this soul-shifting thing is surprising.In fact, it's not just surprises, it's enough to subvert the existing values ​​of the entire world, research institutes will pay any price to get her, the pope will declare her a devil or a saint, tourists will flood the city in an endless stream, Conspiracy buffs stalk her like paparazzi.Eventually the government will send someone to lock her up and announce that she committed suicide, which they will absolutely do.

Therefore, he 100% understood Jessica's original intention of concealing this matter, and she did a good job. If it wasn't for a coincidence that was too coincidental, I'm afraid he wouldn't have guessed at all.

From the very beginning, he knew that she had countless secrets, the huge changes in her personality and hobbies, some suspicious behaviors, especially the excessive reaction after reading Will's information made him very puzzled.However, with the passage of time, after some "things" have changed, he seems to have become insensitive. He still has the enthusiasm and necessity to discover everything about Jessica, but sometimes he just watches her lie Eyelashes flickering up and down from time to time are more fun than thinking about other less pleasant things.

After all, he could feel that it was not a good past.

But the truth was worse than he thought.

At 10, he wasn't the world's most worry-free kid, and 17-year-old Katie Grant wasn't the world's most resourceful nanny.And in that internecine disaster, he paid the price for his arrogance, assertiveness, and ignorance.Maybe Katie--Jessica had paid a little more, as she'd seen in her blustery manner.

But he still felt, shouldn't he be the one who should be angry?

He has been dissatisfied with Jessica's peculiar, child-like attitude towards him for a long time. Whenever she put on the expression of "I am for your own good" and "you will understand later", and treats him with a helpless face , he was furious.

And now he finally knew why, but this unimaginable but irrefutable reason made him extremely uncomfortable.The thought of him once being a messy mentally handicapped kid and Jessica was there watching everything as a quasi-adult made him feel awkward, the excess shame that popped up when he was held in the bathtub by his grandmother at the age of 5 His heart swept over again, making him run away in a hurry.

He buried his face in his palms and sighed long, maintaining this posture until his hands and feet were numb, and his heart seemed to be soaked in cold water, heavy and cold.

The clock strikes a lonely sound, is it 08:30 or 09:30?He felt that it was time for him to do something serious.

He stood up, waiting for his unconscious legs to return to normal.The night is dark, the forest outside the window is submerged in huge shadows, only a few passing car lights in the distance are faintly shining.

Wait, not passing by.

The spot of light flickered a few times without moving.He moved forward a few steps suspiciously, trying to lie down on the window to take a closer look, but a numbness in his legs caused him to fall directly to the floor.

The impact was loud, especially in this empty house.He swears, and lies on the ground weakly, waiting for the pain and numbness to go away together.

However, there was a sudden sound of a car starting outside the house, and he only felt that two beams of light that became brighter and brighter surrounded him through the floor-to-ceiling windows.He raised his head and was instantly stunned by the dazzling light in front of him.

Two people trotted down from the car, opened the glass door without seeing the outside world, and shouted at the same time: "Don't move, Mr. Holmes! Let's call an ambulance now! Do you feel any bones breaking?..."

For a split second he thought he was being hijacked, until one of the men actually called and another came up and tried to pinch his leg bone.

"Enough." He barely got up from the ground, looked at the two uninvited guests coldly, "Who are you?"

"I'm afraid we can't tell you directly," the man put down the phone and said calmly, "but we were sent to protect you."

"Mycroft, is it?"

He gritted his teeth and called out the name, and the two people on the opposite side exchanged a look as he expected.

"He's got a listening device, right?" he said angrily. "Where?!"

***

Jessica had a nightmare.

She returned to the old house in Manchester. Will was skillfully making coffee with one hand. He waited for the movement and turned his head for a look. He glanced aimlessly as if he didn’t see Jessica, and then turned again go back.

Jessica walked to the far side of the dining table against the wall, sat in her usual chair, and watched Will quietly work in the cramped kitchen.Soon, the sound of keys turning the lock broke the eerie balance between them.

A man and a woman entered the house with hysterical quarrels.Soon the noise turned to screams, then the sound of blades sinking into flesh, the gurgle of liquid, and the sound of dragging.

Jessica sat motionless on the chair, her hands and feet were completely cold.

Those were her parents who had an accident before they met, what about her?Where is she?

Jessica stood up and floated like a ghost into the foyer, where there was nothing but blood.She didn't stop, and went directly to the second floor.

"I killed your parents."

Will sat on the edge of the bed, talking softly to a girl, holding a sharp fruit knife in his hand.

The girl fell to the ground in horror, kept backing up and hit the wall before stopping.

"Shhh—" Will comforted her with a breezy tone, "It won't hurt, kid, don't you want to see your parents?"

The girl shook her head violently, her whole body trembling violently, and the muscles on her face twitched almost contorted.

"I totally get it," Will said with a hint of sympathy, "they're terrible parents, aren't they? You get beaten up and blamed all the time, no wonder you don't want to see them..."

Before the words finished, the girl passed out and lay limp in the corner of the wall.

Will approached, somewhat surprised, and put his hand on her sniff.

He muttered something, then put down the knife in his hand, picked up the girl and put her on the bed with his intact hand and half arm.

The moment the girl's head touched the pillow, she opened her eyes.

Anyone could see that her demeanor had changed.

The girl looked around warily at first, then looked at Will and asked cautiously, "What's wrong with me?"

Will's surprise is written all over his face, but he quickly covers it up, "It's nothing, honey."

The girl nodded hesitantly, looking at her surroundings with pure curiosity on her expression.

Will was also assessing her calmly, his eyes sparkling with interest.Finally he made up his mind and said, "You probably haven't seen me yet."

"Really?" The girl bit her lower lip, lowered her head and glanced at him quickly, "Then who are you?"

"I'm your mother's father, dear," Will smiled kindly and cheerfully. "I'm so sorry, I never came to see you, but now I will take on the responsibility of raising you."

The girl opened her mouth hesitantly.

"Similarly, I'm sorry that my daughter grew up to be such an irresponsible mother, leaving you and running away, and your bastard father..."

Will explained empathetically, successfully portraying an alcoholic, discordant couple, and in his narrative, the girl was almost entirely convinced.

"I promise," Will finally said, "it's going to be fun when we sit together."

He picked up the knife on the ground, hid it behind his back, and vowed, "It will be very interesting."

Jessica woke up with a start.

In the dark ward, the sound of the wind blowing outside the window and her own panting sounded one after another. Jessica touched the back of her sweaty head, feeling in a daze.

Like a movie that already knows its tragic ending, she, like one of the actors who got too involved, relived the exhaustion.Although her whole body was clamoring for exhaustion, as soon as she closed her eyes, she seemed to have returned to that cold air-raid shelter. Will's voice haunted her like a nightmare, driving her sleepiness away time and time again.

Jessica simply stared at the ceiling, repeating every bit of what happened at that time in her mind.

Will is in a wheelchair?Why is he in a wheelchair?And why did Wendy obey him?

Why does Wendy always have a wheelchair in her trunk?Do they live together?Wait, Wendy is Joseph's grandfather's maid...

Jessica suddenly remembered the only time she went to Joseph's house. When she left, Wendy stood on the stairs watching her, and beside her was a figure in a wheelchair!

Joseph's grandfather could be Will!

Will kidnaps her to avenge Joseph!

Jessica's hands trembled because of this discovery, and she touched the phone suppressing her agitation.The sky had just turned pale, but she still dialed the number of Lestrade's office regardless.

After one ring, the phone was connected.Lestrade's sleepy voice came, and Jessica couldn't wait to apologize, and couldn't wait to express her speculation.

"Wait," Lestrade regained his senses, "You mean Joseph's Alzheimer's grandfather, but he is... Alzheimer?"

"It's possible he's faking it, have you ever thought about it?" Jessica unconsciously raised her voice, "In that case we'd all be fooled by him!"

"But..." Lestrade was silent for a while, "Sorry, I've lost the ability to think now. Speaking of which, why didn't you call Sherlock?"

"Uh," Jessica was immediately speechless, "it's just..."

It's just that I don't have the courage to face Sherlock again for the time being.And mentioning Sherlock, she suddenly thought of one thing.

"You don't have to think about it, Lestrade," Jessica said sullenly, lying back on the bed discouraged, "Sherlock has met Will and Joseph's grandfather, if this is the same person, he Impossible not to find out."

Lestrade responded dully, and continued after a while, "Do you want to know what happened at Sherlock's house last night?"

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Set a flag! !Recovery day update today! !

Bet on the last dignity of lazy cancer patients! !

Thanks to [Xi] [Xizi] [Chestnut Chicken Soup] for the thunder of the three babies! !Meh! !

If I don't update tomorrow, I will randomly send 10 red envelopes! ! (On whether money can save moral depravity