[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"Human potential is always unlimited."

"Psychotherapy comes in many ways."

"Sometimes the solution to psychological barriers is not to resist success, but to accept everything."

"You used to ask me how to get rid of those haunting nightmares, such as a faceless person feasting on his blue and white arms, and blood red eyes staring at you like a beast. I would say let them become Quite a sweet dream."

"That's being the protagonist of the nightmare, not the audience."

"Imagine, the owner of those eyes, becoming yourself."

"From that moment on, you will become the sole master of your own mind, without being burdened by any external things."

……

Jessica raised her head, trying to penetrate the barrier to see clearly the person who controlled everything, but her consciousness drifted away uncontrollably.She faintly felt that she understood something, but she would rather not understand it.

Following the incomprehensible words, the current appearance of Lecter appeared in her mind, probably the pride and pride that could not be concealed under the humble appearance, and then she heard the last order, "I suggest you, Xia Locke, and Miss Harris, are crouching in the corner now."

"What does this mean?" She subconsciously turned her head to look at Sherlock, whose silhouette was particularly dignified in the darkness.

"We'll do it," Sherlock said, raising his voice, "if you can explain why."

"Of course, of course," Lecter said briskly, "because I've got a detonator in my hand, and you better listen to me."

His voice was mischievous, as if every normal morning, Jessica could imagine him blinking.

Maybe the mire of memories made her dull, and she didn't realize it until a huge force made the bones on her back hit the ground hard.

Detonator.

Suddenly there was a huge bang from above, which made her dizzy and tinnitus.

The only thing she touched shook violently behind her, and then, in an instant, the world was calm again.

Her back hurt, her legs were weak and she couldn't keep her eyes open.After an unknown amount of time, a pair of hands grabbed her wrist and tentatively pulled her upwards.

With the help of Sherlock, she endured the pain and stood up.

"The exit is blocked, and the explosion completely destroyed the elevator." The calm voice sounded abruptly, and quickly spread throughout the enclosed space, "Based on the fact that we don't know how long we will stay here, use the flashlight as sparingly as possible Should be a good idea."

The swelling and pain in her eyelids made Jessica unable to tell whether her eyes were open or closed. She could only nod blankly, and then realized that the other party could not see her.

"So..." She cleared her dry throat and said hesitantly, "Lecter... is he dead?"

"If he can't teleport," Sherlock said, as if describing a chair, "he'd be blown to pieces."

This is not news that cheers people up.

"He really paid for it, didn't he? For..."

Jessica couldn't tell what Lecter was for at the moment, she was still in a very unreal state of mind.

Will died, died again.

Sherlock was still talking, but was muffled by the buzzing in her ears.After she gradually digested this fact, the person opposite had been quiet for a while.

"Sorry?" Her voice was hoarse, "I was distracted."

"It's okay," Sherlock said in a low voice, so that no more emotion could be heard, "I'm just saying that Lecter will play a trick to make it impossible for everyone to think that we will be buried in the ruins after the explosion. Down."

Jessica finally woke up from the illusion, and felt the heavy reality.

"He said," she murmured, "one month, or two months, right?"

She paused, and added in a brisk tone, "Maybe before we are unstoppable together, someone discovered us first. Lestrade may not be 100% reliable, but believe me, Mycroft will definitely find out." Three feet from the ground came to find you."

Sherlock gave a nonchalant "hmm", and Jessica knew she hadn't convinced the only two people here - including herself.

"Uh," her eyes circled involuntarily, and her heart felt cold, "You can't do what Lecter said, it's...wrong."

"Thanks for the reminder," Sherlock seemed to sneer in the dark, "I didn't realize it at all before that."

Jessica couldn't help laughing dryly, and then quickly stopped laughing.

How are they going to survive if they don't do what Lecter says?

"You just said little tricks, what do you mean?"

****

It was evening when Lestrade got the news.

When he arrived at the scene, he was instantly shocked by the sight before him.

The flames lit up half of the sky, brighter than the sun.Flames danced arrogantly above the forest, devouring every inch of the sky greedily, and the heavy dark clouds seemed to be blackened by billowing black smoke.There was a strong burnt smell in the air, and the crackling sound of burning could be heard in his ears. Lestrade, who had lived in the city since he was a child, felt as if he had come to the legendary purgatory.

Fire trucks filled the already narrow road, and people of all colors rushed past Lestrade.He finally squeezed his way to the front, and he saw this place he had visited many times-Sherlock Holmes' house-this idyllic villa stood there intact, only surrounded by raging fire.

"Is anyone in there?" He couldn't help shouting anxiously, "How could this be?"

No one answered him, and there were hurried faces all around.

He grabbed a man in a fireman's uniform. "Sorry, is anyone hurt inside?"

"No, but I heard that someone died in the explosion."

The man broke free from his grasp, and he froze completely in place.

Who is dead?

Suddenly a hand touched his shoulder.

Lestrade gave a terrified scream, and turned to see a haughty and indifferent unfamiliar face.

"Good evening," said the stranger with a false smile, "you must be Agent Greg Lestrade."

"Oh yes, you are?"

Somehow, the aura exuded by the person in front of him gave Lestrade a strange sense of familiarity, making him stand up straight unconsciously, his eyes saw the spotless leather shoes from the full suit.

"Mycroft Holmes." The other hand held out, and they shook briefly.Before Lestrade had time to express his astonishment, he saw Mycroft brushing off the ashes that accidentally got on his sleeve, with an imperceptible anxiety on his face, "Just in case you don't know— — it appears that you did not know — Sherlock Holmes and Jessica Harris disappeared at the same time."

"What!"

Lestrade opened his mouth wide in surprise, and sure enough, he saw the same disgust expression on Mycroft's face as Sherlock's.

"Sorry," he said as calmly as possible, "but I just saw Sherlock today, at the police station..."

"Jessica Harris' car was parked nearby," interrupted Mycroft, "but the man disappeared. Where could they go? If not in the house? Unless..."

Lestrade followed Mycroft's gaze, the surging tongues of flames swaggered in the air, and the forest fire still showed no sign of stopping.

Unless they're stuck inside.

"That's impossible," Lestrade stammered, "Sherlock is a genius child..."

"I don't know what kind of genius can stop this kind of natural disaster." Mycroft's eyes were cold, "or, man-made disaster. I said a long time ago that they shouldn't live in this wilderness, who knows what will happen in the future. If It's not..." He seemed to realize that he had said too much, he shut his mouth abruptly, and nodded coldly.

"My secretary will ask you some questions later, please tell her everything you know for Sherlock's sake."

Mycroft pointed to a young lady wearing a suit and holding various communication tools over there, and turned to leave.Lestrade stopped him. "What if, I mean, if they were really in the... forest?"

Lestrade swore he didn't want to show any panic or vulnerability in front of a stranger, but he couldn't control his high-pitched voice.

"I'll find them," said Mycroft, half of his face was illuminated by the fire, "whether it's dead or alive."

He walked towards the crowd on the side, and the crowd automatically forked a way.Then Lestrade watched his back disappear into the closed human wall again.

"I don't believe that Sherlock and Jessica are in that forest," Lestrade said to himself with his head down, "but what should I do?"

In the distance, the sky is still full of fire.

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