[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

When the eyes get used to the darkness where you can't see your fingers, life underground also goes smoothly.

Of course, this is only relative to the previous extreme discomfort.

Jessica didn't know how long they had been here.She has always had a poor sense of the flow of time.Especially after an extremely difficult, nightmare-ridden sleep, she was even more unsure of what time it was.

Joanna and Mark should have gone home, right?Raymond will take credit for saying "Jessica and Sherlock are hanging out" and her loving parents will be happy to wait until midnight, thinking that night out is what all normal teenagers do thing.

As for Sherlock, no one would be surprised by his absence, and no one would do anything about his disappearance.

Thinking of this, Jessica felt even more uncomfortable.After all, they are actually "waiting for rescue" now. If no one on the ground is ready to rescue, then she feels that every minute and every second spent at this time will be a hundred times more tormented.

"This is a big explosion, and it will always be discovered. Especially Mycroft, he even sent two people to watch me. I have reason to speculate that he will not ignore all this, including you and me Missing."

Sherlock slowly explained as if he knew what she was thinking, at the moment he was sitting against the wall, very quiet.Jessica clearly remembered that before she fell asleep, Sherlock had been checking everything in this small space, groping and exploring every corner.

Did he also give up on saving himself after trying all the ways?

Jessica raised her head, and could vaguely make out his outline in the darkness.

"God bless Mycroft," she said, trying to sound optimistic, "hope he finds us soon, at least we don't have to choose to eat..."

The next words stuck in her lips, and the scene it conjured up gave her a familiar stomach cramp.

Jessica's heart was on fire, and her stomach was twitching.Suppressing the discomfort, she leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.But her sluggish nerves were sensitive to some subtle changes in her psychology.

Since when has eating those freezer contents to survive become an option?

Even the forced, single option cannot be concealed in her heart, it has become a fact of choice.

At some point, Sherlock got closer to her. He lowered his voice and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine," Jessica said, pulling her hand away from her belly, "just..."

She glanced at the blurry silhouette, "I feel like I, uh, just feel..."

Sherlock's shallow breath was nearby, and he waited quietly for her explanation with full patience.

"I'd rather die now than live on the body of my own kind," Jessica lowered her head, as if saying to herself, "We've all heard stories of sailors killing each other on lost ships at sea, and The loss of human nature in □□, when there is only one choice for survival... In short, I will not choose that."

Sherlock didn't reply for a long time.Jessica gasped, feeling her chest rise and fall, letting the stale air pass through her trachea and into her lungs.

She slowed down and continued: "Even if it's not me who deprived them of their lives, this...'experience' will make people go to another world, won't it? Just like Will... Lecter, will be with you forever A normal person's life creates a diaphragm, uh, living alone in this world."

"If I'm not mistaken," Sherlock said after a while, "you're subtly reminding me, again."

"What?" Jessica raised her head in surprise.

"I'm indeed a person with little sense of morality." Sherlock seemed to wave his hand, stopping her justification. "Most rules and ethics in the society can't bind me in any way, and I can't violate them when necessary." It would cause undue psychological pressure on me."

Jessica stared blankly at the direction the other party was in, extremely puzzled.

"But it doesn't mean that I will do something that violates human nature and subverts instinct." Sherlock concluded, and then added in a cold tone, "Besides, this is a competition, a competition between me and the doctor. will make you lose."

"Uh, that's not what I meant..." Jessica finally realized, "I didn't mean you would eat people..."

How could she think that Sherlock can eat people?Even though he will grow up to be a "high functioning sociopath", everyone can see that the real "sociopathy" is Moriarty.

In contrast, Sherlock completely lost in the strong sense of justice.

"You better not," Sherlock seemed to "hum", "we've already discussed this," he charged bitterly, "your 'nanny' habits."

Jessica didn't understand why this topic was brought up again. At this moment, at a place more than ten meters below the ground, where life was slim, Sherlock was still angry about it.

But I have to say, his inexplicable naive remarks instantly dilute the lingering worries in her heart.

"Well, I'm sorry," she apologized without sincerity, "but what I really mean is that I won't eat people, because it's easier for me to die."

In fact, death is not easy, but Jessica feels that if there is hope of rebirth, it is nothing, just...

"You can't die," she deduced the consequences, suddenly serious, "I mean it, Sherlock, you can't die."

She had never thought of the possibility of Sherlock dying here, until now.

"What does Lecter mean when he said that we can only survive one?" She recalled the previous incident, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to grab the air, "If this is the case, it must be you, understand?"

Jessica finally grabbed a piece of fabric that seemed to be a sleeve, and then she held it tightly, emphasizing: "It's hard to explain, but you have to get out alive, otherwise..."

She felt her hand being held in a warm hand.

She subconsciously loosened Sherlock's sleeve, but the hand did not.The limitation of eyesight made the sense of touch extraordinarily sensitive, she could almost feel the lines on the knuckles of the finger that was slightly bigger than her, and the tightening of every muscle as it slowly wrapped her.

This immediately stopped her from speaking.

"I don't need any kind of devotion," Sherlock said hoarsely. "It's irrational and stupid. And Dr. Lecter's intentions are so obvious, I think I'd better not say it."

"It's [-]% rational," Jessica let her hand lie on his palm and explained in confusion, "As for the reason..."

She faltered and didn't finish, and her instinct told her that inappropriate honesty at this moment would make her less leverage in the relationship between the two parties.

If Sherlock knew she would never be able to leave him - she felt terrible just imagining it.

"You can't just try to sacrifice yourself just because... you love me," Sherlock blurted out the last words, "and you'll regret it when you grow up."

Jessica felt that Sherlock was faintly proud at the end-because he sent her the "before I grew up" statement back to her intact.But another question is more important now.

"No, no," she said dryly, "I may... like you, but I don't want you to live because..."

They were still in the same position just now, and she tried hard to pull out her hand, but was held even tighter by the other party.

There was a sudden roar above the head.

They got up from the ground at the same time, feeling the vibration of the ground.

"They're cleaning up the scene," Sherlock said firmly.He turned on the flashlight, and the long-lost light filled the room.

Jessica's hand was once again surrounded by cold air as she wished, and she brushed her hair awkwardly.If there was such a moment of charming atmosphere just now, it has disappeared at this moment.

But this turn of events still made her feel hopeful, "Will they think we're below and dig down?"

"Maybe not." Sherlock pressed his ear to the wall, ruthlessly dashing her hope.

"What should I do?"

"We let them know we're down there."

Sherlock said briefly, and the light of the flashlight shone on the several freezers.

"Since the refrigeration mechanism of the modern refrigerator was invented, people have died every year from explosions caused by refrigerant leaks."

Jessica watched blankly as Sherlock slipped into the back of the freezer and opened the back with little effort.

"We had several opportunities to send a signal to the people above through the vibration of the freezer explosion."

Sherlock scanned the components intently, "Let's hope it's not some idiot standing on it at this time."