[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Terrified, Jessica looked at Sherlock in a panic, but of course she couldn't see anything.

"How long have you been there?" Sherlock shone the flashlight in vain at the bottom of the elevator, swallowing all the light like a bloody puddle.

"It doesn't matter, Sherlock," said the voice, "but I want to thank you for taking down the listening equipment in your house and getting rid of the people who followed you."

"So you admitted that you had Jessica under house arrest, didn't you?"

"I never denied it," Lecter's unmoved voice came clearly, "it's just that no one doubts me, and it can't be my fault."

"Excellent acting," Sherlock said sarcastically, "but I don't think you're short of applause from the audience."

"It depends on who the audience is. But Sherlock, please tell me how you found this place, it seems that you have improved a lot from before, you know, when you wronged me for killing a person, and brought a group of people here to my house, and I had to jump out the back window, I remember."

Jessica stood there, obviously feeling that the breathing of the people around her became heavy.

This was the first, if not the only, huge blow to Sherlock's self-esteem.

Just when she was worried that Sherlock would lose control of his emotions, he spoke calmly, telling about his experience of discovering this place.

"Mycroft installed a whole monitoring system in the house. I laughed at his nervousness, but at the moment of dismantling, the clock in the house suddenly rang. It rang every half hour.

"It happens to be able to reach here, and Jessica once said that you will show up at regular intervals to ventilate this air-raid shelter. Although it is not clear how long this time interval is, this behavior itself is questionable."

"Continue." The man above said, his voice cold.

"At first I thought it was just obsessive-compulsive disorder. Until I remembered the letter that suddenly appeared on my coffee table. Therefore, I am not surprised that you would know that McCoff installed monitoring equipment before I did, because this house is under your surveillance, Or rather, under Wendy's watch, you had her send me a blank letter, as a warning or something.

"So, the listening, the chimes, the elevators that make a loud bang every time they start up, I think it says something. You have to cover the noise of the elevators and the shelter doors with the chimes, or else it's going to draw attention.

"If Wendy hadn't disobeyed your order to release Jessica, and made some noise that shouldn't be there, and it was recorded, I wouldn't have doubted it, and found this out."

"That's it, Sherlock," Dr. Lecter seemed to be smiling, "As we can see now, it's not very soundproof here, which will bring restrictions to some behaviors. But it's just right for us to talk fluently, isn't it? "

Sherlock's head, which was up all the way, lowered a little as if overwhelmed.

"You are excellent, beyond anyone's imagination," Dr. Lecter said slowly, his voice echoing from the four walls. "It would be great if I could have an heir like you. Unfortunately, you seem Don't agree with my philosophy."

Sherlock let out a sneer from his throat.

"So then I had Joseph, and I killed his parents, brothers, in front of him, like I've been through. I've always believed in the cycle of cause and effect, that childhood experiences can shape a person's personality. If I If I want to cultivate an offspring who can inherit my will, then this is the best way. I did it too, he is an excellent semi-finished product, not as good as you, but it undoubtedly makes me proud, but unfortunately..."

Jessica covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. In the growing fear, Dr. Lecter continued to narrate: "Unfortunately, he has indeed changed."

"I kid you not, Sherlock, Joseph has turned into a 'saint' in disguise, I was going crazy when I first found out, I don't care what he looks like on the outside, but he mustn't be 'holy' inside, It wasn't my purpose to do stupid things called helping people. So then, somehow, we settled this irreconcilable disagreement.

"I agreed to stop interfering in everything he did, and he helped me with my little quirks."

Jessica couldn't help but glanced at the dark basement. The cold air from several freezers seemed to be seeping out gradually, spreading along the floor and wrapping around her ankles.

"Doctor Lecter," said Sherlock, "I'd venture to guess that it was after you accidentally broke your leg."

"Oh," Dr. Lecter laughed again, "you're always right, Sherlock."

He said as if he didn't care: "Joseph pushed me down the stairs. It's true. If it wasn't like this, how could we negotiate on the same ground."

"It doesn't sound like you hate him," Sherlock said, throwing his head back, "or couldn't hate him at all, after he won you."

"You're right," Dr. Lecter said without getting angry, "I don't hate him, and we can live together peacefully until he's caught.

"But after he got caught, we had another disagreement over the use of Wendy.

"Or rather, on you.

"Joseph wants to kill you, this is his greatest wish, to help Jessica Harris. But I don't want to. I admit that I put Jessica Harris under house arrest more to give Joseph Demonstration, of course there were other reasons... but when I decided to kill her, as you said, Wendy let her go."

Speaking of this, he stopped and changed his tone and said, "By the way, Miss Harris, we meet again."

Jessica could almost imagine the hypocritical smile on his face.

"In short, Wendy was imprisoned because of this. Her loyalty is touching, but it's a pity..."

"Now you have no help," said Sherlock, "how did you get here?"

"I have no helper," Dr. Lecter replied calmly, "but I have no hindrance either. So you and I are fair now."

"I didn't want to race you," Sherlock said coldly, "or anything."

"It's not a contest," laughed Dr. Lecter. "Oh, Sherlock, it's just a little bet."

"What do you mean?" Sherlock looked up sharply, the flashlight aimlessly shining on the wall.

"Miss Harris," Dr. Lecter didn't answer directly, but suddenly turned his finger on Jessica, "I'm sorry."

"What?" Jessica asked in surprise, "Why?"

"I didn't expect to involve you," Dr. Lecter apologized sincerely. "It wasn't what I expected, but it didn't affect my plans."

"What plan?" Jessica couldn't suppress the trembling voice, "What did you plan?!"

"Doctor Lecter," Sherlock said abruptly, "I don't know what you're planning, and I don't know if I can get out."

Jessica widened her eyes, looked at Sherlock in surprise and said weakly: "I don't think you will tell me, so I won't ask you. There is just one thing you have to understand."

There was no response from above, and Sherlock continued: "Not all the monitoring devices are turned off, the cunning Mycroft would never do that."

"So?" Dr. Lecter said with interest. "Where's the one that slipped through the cracks?"

"I think you can guess," Sherlock said quietly, "it's in this cabin."

If Jessica didn't have a glimmer of hope in her heart at this moment, it was a lie.She looked expectantly at Sherlock, who's jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed nervously.

Her heart sank involuntarily.

There was no reply for a long time.Under this oppressive air pressure, Jessica seemed to have waited for a century before hearing a voice with a smile.

"I have to say, Sherlock, for a moment, I was almost deceived by you."

Her heart fell heavily to the ground.

"You're tricking me into leaving, aren't you?" Dr. Lecter's voice was a little arrogant, as if showing off, "You discovered the secret of the agency, and you're tricking me into leaving, so that you can come out, right?"

Jessica gave Sherlock a puzzled look, only to find that his eyes were closed.

She would rather believe that the despair that just flashed was her illusion.

"The reason why this button is useless," Sherlock's voice was calm, but Jessica heard the helplessness hidden deep below, "Because you have been on it and pressed the button on it. If you leave... Of course we can go out."

Jessica should have felt pity, but at the moment she was just tired.

"I don't understand," she murmured, then raised her head and shouted at the man above them who was in control, "Don't you keep pressing the button like this? Aren't you afraid of being found out? "

"Miss Harris," Lecter said mildly, "that's a good question. Out of some guilt, I'm going to answer it for you."

He deliberately kept it a secret, "I will keep pressing this button until I don't need it. As for whether I will be discovered, the answer is yes."

Jessica looked at the top suspiciously.

"Remember our story?" Dr. Lecter suddenly changed the subject, "The little boy his father forgot."

"Remember..." Jessica forced out an answer dryly.

"I lied to you, this is not an air-raid shelter, and the little boy was not forgotten by his father."

"I don't know……"

"It was his father who punished him by standing here, where I am now," he seemed to pat the wheelchair, causing the lift to vibrate, "pressing the button, relentlessly, despite the boy's cries. Until ..."

He didn't go on, and Jessica gasped and covered her mouth.

"Are you going to die with us, Dr. Lecter?" Sherlock asked, pursing his lips.

"Almost," Dr. Lecter said, "but I'll go first."

"This means..." Sherlock's words trailed off.

"That means," continued Dr. Lecter, "that I will be found, my dead body."

"And we'll be buried underneath forever."

"No," said Dr. Lecter, "you won't, or one of you won't."

"What do you mean?" Jessica couldn't help asking, "What is one of us?"

"I think you've all seen the freezer."

Jessica felt surrounded by the rancid air-conditioning again.

"In about two months, this place will be discovered," Dr. Lecter said word by word, "by then, one of you will survive."

Jessica's stomach started to churn.

Sherlock was not much better either, he said palely, "Why?"

"Because," Dr. Lecter's voice seemed to come from afar, "Joseph is not my best work, you are."