[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Temporary soft-heartedness will inevitably lead to a bad ending.

After Sherlock assured him that he had counted the time for the traffic police patrol, Jessica impulsively took out the car keys from Raymond's coat pocket, and led Sherlock to the garage without saying a word.Raymond chased after the well-maintained Porsche drove up to the door.

"Where are you bastards going!" he snarled, leaving them far behind.

Jessica was a little rusty at first on the road, but was soon replaced by the excitement of driving, after all, she had been a teenager for too long.

Thinking of this, she stepped on the accelerator again, and Sherlock on the side seemed to touch his seat belt.

"So—" She drove almost a mile before realizing a question, "Where are we going?"

"my home."

Jessica shrugged noncommittally, and turned the steering wheel sharply.

It has to be said that this person who pretends to be calm beside her has added an extra layer of driving pleasure to her.

"I never knew you were afraid of this, Sherlock," she slowed down with a snicker, "maybe when you grow up."

She didn't lie, Sherlock did not show any phobia of vehicles as an adult.

Sherlock didn't speak, Jessica glanced at him curiously, and found that his cheeks were flushed, and the corners of his mouth curled down into an unhappy arc.

"I've grown up," he said heavily. "It's time for you to get out of your 'tutor' role."

"Sorry," Jessica smiled angrily, "What did you say?"

"I mean," Sherlock said, adjusting his sitting position, with a serious face, "I don't know what's going on with you, but, at this moment, you, and I, are the same age. You can't always put I will be... your nanny's child."

"I..." Jessica was so angry that her brain went blank, she took a deep breath to calm herself down, "I didn't treat you like a child, who would treat you like a child? Especially when there are countless After how many successful tricks!"

She counted with her fingers angrily, "The first time I went to your house, remember? After Mrs. Holmes left, you cheated me of my schoolbag and ruined my homework. And every time you kindly gave me When pouring drinks, there is always something weird..."

Sherlock opened his mouth to explain something, but the furious Jessica didn't give him this chance.

"...Oh, who could forget that 'gift', what a surprise!"

"You," he finally managed to put in the first sentence, "can you put your hands on the steering wheel?"

"My hands are already on the steering wheel!" Jessica stared, "Don't change the subject!"

She turned her head back angrily, only to find that there was an oncoming car in front of her, and she was about to hit it.

She was so frightened that the blood almost flowed backwards all over her body. In a panic, she turned the steering wheel to the bottom and stepped on the brake with all her strength.

Raymond's car pulled out of the driveway and sank head-first into the bushes on the side of the road.

The retrograde car passed them and disappeared at the bend of the road in an instant.Jessica patted her chest in shock, lying on the steering wheel and gasping for breath.

Sherlock sat beside her, seemingly normal on the surface, but Jessica noticed that his face was extremely pale.

His dull eyes moved slightly, and met Jessica's scrutinizing gaze.

"I have a slight fear of acceleration," he explained, coughing, "especially this kind of hard braking."

"Oh," Jessica nodded sympathetically, "that's too bad, when you grow up..."

She was halfway through, and found that Sherlock's face became worse.

"You are like this every time," he looked at her reproachfully, "You are always like this."

Jessica was a little dazed.

"I..." Sherlock softened his tone, "Isn't there a little difference between me and when I was 12 years old? I know you... care about me, and I," he gritted his teeth, "and I really need this kind of care , but it shouldn't come from this sort of adult attitude."

What does it mean to consider yourself an adult?She was already an adult.

Jessica almost blurted out, but held back at the last moment.She looked carefully at Sherlock. The latter turned away, with a hint of grievance on his face.

She blinked, Sherlock's drooping eyelids and pursed lips still there.

"I can't believe it," she asked in amazement. "Are you complaining?"

"No," Sherlock put away all his emotions for a moment, and said coldly, "If you are ready, can we go on the road?"

Jessica frowned and started the car.

****

Sherlock became silent a lot after venting inexplicably, which made Jessica hold back all the counterattacks that Jessica thought of after recovering.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with her attitude towards Sherlock.Her complicated resume is enough to silence anyone who tries to reveal the truth of the world, but at the same time, she has no habit of being a good teacher. In fact, she is often troubled by her own indecision.

If she really has a certain sense of superiority over the young Sherlock, it is probably because of the foretelling of the future.

But she swears that she never had such "unrealistic thoughts" for a moment.

Even if she had, why did Sherlock care so much?

Jessica was thinking cluelessly along the way, glancing at the people around her from time to time.Sherlock rested his head on his hands and looked out the window without saying a word.Based on Jessica's understanding of him, he should be thinking about something now, instead of being immersed in the anger just now.

Sure enough, as soon as they got there, Sherlock walked quickly into the house and stood there to make a quick phone call.After Jessica parked the car and came in, Sherlock had already hung up the phone with "Don't even think about McCoff".

"Everything is clear!" He turned around and shouted with bright eyes, but he didn't know why it suddenly became inscrutable, "Well, I mean, I think I know where the basement you mentioned is. "

Jessica looked at his serious face and asked, "Where is it?"

Sherlock sullenly pointed to the ground.

"What?" Jessica exclaimed, "Don't you mean..."

Sherlock nodded, but just stood there, not sharing his reasoning as much as he usually did.

"Uh," Jessica thought for a while, but couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked, "Can you explain why?"

"No," he said, "showing off is immature, and I wouldn't do it."

"Huh?" Jessica blinked, "Who said that?"

"..." Sherlock's lips moved, and he turned and walked towards the backyard expressionlessly.

Jessica had no choice but to follow behind in a daze, looking at the stubborn figure, she couldn't help but feel a headache for this behavior of "pretending to be mature".

The backyard of Sherlock's house is integrated with the forest, there is no artificially planted green space, all are wild grasses and shrubs that grow naturally.Sherlock crossed the gravel road, circled a small cabin mysteriously a few times, and waved to Jessica.

Then he opened the wooden door and asked, "Do you have any impression of this place?"

Jessica shook her head and looked at the furnishings inside - there was only a pile of hay covering the entire ground.

Sherlock pushed aside the hay. "It's a lift."

He didn't know what button was triggered, and the ground suddenly collapsed.The gears squeak loudly, then come to a screeching halt the moment it hits the low end.

Jessica held on to the wall unsteadily, and saw a metal door.

"That's it!" She concluded intuitively, and stretched out her hand to turn the disc-shaped mechanism on the door.Squeak—the door hinge made a familiar tone, and the faint fear in the depths of memory swept along with it.

Sherlock took out a flashlight out of nowhere, and the light shone into the enclosed space.

Jessica couldn't help but move a little closer, wanting to see what the place really looked like.

The beam of light was cast on the cold metal wall, and as the huge spot of light moved, she saw nearly five or six freezers lined up neatly there.

The spots of light trembled violently, but quickly disappeared without a trace.Jessica immediately turned to look at Sherlock, but only saw a dignified silhouette in the darkness.

"What are these?" she asked.

Sherlock turned to look at her, and turned on the flashlight again.He took a few steps forward and opened one of the freezers before Jessica could stop her.

Jessica followed until a strong, weird smell hit her nostrils.

"My God..." Her scream was drowned out by a louder noise.The elevator rose suddenly, swallowing the last ray of light above it perfectly.

Before they had time to react, there was a slight noise around them, and there was a click, as if something had hit the ground.

Sherlock's figure flashed past Jessica's eyes quickly.

"I think we're locked up," he said calmly, pressing a button on the wall.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry for Cavin, the three-dimensional is very annoying again, it's really hard to walk in life _(:з」∠)_

Thank you [Magic chestnut with magic power] baby ~ Memeza ~

ps double update tomorrow, don't ask me why

And those of you who want a car are enough (laughing and crying