[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

The forest fire, whose cause is unknown, is finally under control.

The large expanse of scorched trees made Lestrade feel a little sad.But watching some personnel in protective clothing shuttle back and forth in those burned places, he suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

Sherlock and Jessica have been missing for almost 24 hours.

There was no sign of them anywhere.

Lestrade pulled his hair irritably, longing for a cigarette.He looked around and saw Jessica's family, huddled against each other in front of the car, their empty, numb expressions exuding desperation.This made him think of Emma who just fainted from crying and was immediately taken to the hospital by the ambulance on standby.

Sherlock's elder brother, Mr. Mycroft Holmes, broke into his sight at this moment.

"They didn't find it."

Mycroft looked haggard and tired.He explained the fact plainly.

Lestrade reacted belatedly: "They didn't find...them?"

In a way, it's good news that Sherlock and Jessica didn't die in the fire.He breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart did not drop.

At this time, where are they being held?

The corner of Mycroft's mouth lifted, but he didn't speak.Lestrade wondered for a moment why Mycroft had come to tell him this—after all, he was a piece of shit who could only wait—until Mycroft glanced over at Jessica's parents who were waiting there.

"I, I will tell the Harris family the news." Lestrade expressed his opinion involuntarily, and sure enough, McCoff nodded in satisfaction, and left with the hurried secretary.

"God, don't mess with the Sherlock Holmes family." Looking at his back, Lestrade wanted to bite off his tongue.

So he had to face a pair of heartbroken parents and a hot-tempered young man.He tried his best to describe the news as great news, but no one was fooled.

"I don't care where they are, and I don't know," Mr. Harris stared into his red eyes. "It's been so long now, please tell me, is there any chance that they are still alive?"

Lestrade didn't want to lie, but what he intuitively believed was too cruel.At the same time, he didn't want to use the consoling tone taught in the police school to his friend's parents.

In the end, he could only say feebly, "I don't know."

Amidst the woman's intermittent sobs and the boy's curses, he turned and fled away.

The entire yard was sealed off, and the dazed Lestrade unheeded the seal and walked in.No one stopped him, and it was fine. He walked around the gravel road a few times and bumped into five or six people in a row.He had to go to the backyard.

This is where the bombing took place, where Joseph's grandfather with Alzheimer's was blown to pieces.Lestrade had seen those fragments being lifted out by several forensic doctors not long ago, but seeing the scene after the accident with his own eyes was a different kind of heart-wrenching feeling.

Unrecognizable texture fragments are everywhere, arranged in a radial pattern on the grass.The center of the explosion was a half-burnt foundation. Just as Lestrade wanted to step up to take a closer look, an instrument half the height of a person was placed on a cart, and two uniformed People pushed over one by one.

"What is this?" Lestrade looked at the naked ~ exposed complex pipelines, and heard the rumbling noise of the wheels.

"Detector." The masked person in front glanced at him curiously, and replied casually,

Lestrade stood there stupidly, and the two men in front of them took out many bottles and jars and fiddled with this instrument.

He suddenly felt a slight vibration under his feet.

"What happened?" He looked around in surprise, and the surroundings were calm, "It seems that the ground is shaking!"

The two people on the opposite side exchanged a look, and one of them said: "I don't feel anything, maybe it's...you know, the aftereffects of the explosion, it's normal to have hallucinations from time to time."

"I wasn't even there when it exploded!" Lestrade took a deep breath, restrained his urge to get angry, and said calmly, "You guys feel it."

They stopped the movements in their hands in coordination, and the three of them waited with bated breath, but the feeling of slight vibration did not reappear.

"Just now clearly..."

Bathed in two beams of pity, Lestrade rubbed his painful temples dejectedly, and gave up his defense.

****

"too weak."

After the first small explosion test, he silently commented in his heart.

They were hiding in the corner at this time, surrounded by the remaining freezers to form a barrier.Jessica poked her head out of his embrace, almost hitting the corner of his jaw, but he dodged away immediately.

"Sorry," Jessica mumbled, craned her neck so that the top of her head brushed against his chin, her long hair flowing over his arm.

He followed Jessica's gaze across the barrier and looked at the blown up freezer—the metal pieces mixed with flesh and blood were shocking.

"From here to the ground, it won't be louder than the sound of mosquitoes." He put away the flashlight and plunged the enclosed space into darkness again.

He's really upset, but he can't show it.

"Two can explode together, or three," Jessica muttered close to him while still huddled into a small ball, "or the rest together, of course the risk is too great."

"Yes." He agreed, but he kept calculating various possibilities in his mind.

It's too small here. If we want to expand the radius of the explosion, it will inevitably affect our own safety. Coupled with the reduction of barriers, even if the signal is sent out, it is impossible for them to get through it unscathed.

Unless...he blocked Jessica with his body like just now.

There were rustling sounds around her, coming from a very close place, maybe Jessica was doing some small movements like straightening her collar.

There was no light here, and it was impossible for him to see her.But under the blessing of memory, those blue eyes still appeared vividly, like the stars in the night sky all gathered at those two points, spinning continuously into a vortex that could absorb everything.

Then the buzzing stopped.Whenever he was lost in his own thoughts, Jessica would stay by herself in silence, as if not to disturb his thinking.But in fact, every time his eyes fell on her uncontrollably, the divergent dimension of the brain instantly collapsed into one dimension.

It was the same at this time, Dr. Lecter's words echoed in his mind over and over again.

Only one of them will survive.

Perhaps this was not what Dr. Lecter intended, but it happened to them in another way by accident.

He is bigger than Jessica and more likely to survive the explosion.They couldn't pass up this chance - the only chance - to clean up the scene.Without any hesitation, he made up his mind almost instantly.

And he didn't bother to analyze how sincere and rational this decision was, or it was simply a product of impulse, which would make him regret it when he grew up.

If he had the chance to grow up.

"We blasted the rest together," he said as he stood up, turning and pushing the freezers back one by one.

"But isn't this too risky?" Jessica followed behind him, "If they don't pay attention this time..."

"That means they are too slow," he said casually, "An explosion of this level can be felt by normal people."

"Is that so—" Jessica dragged out her tone suspiciously, stopping abruptly at the vowel of the last word.

He suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Such a high-intensity explosion," she asked, as expected, "How do we survive it?"

"..." He opened his mouth, "It's just..."

Jessica took a few steps forward, grabbed his arm firmly in the darkness, and stopped him from moving.

He missed the best time to explain, and things got more complicated.

****

Lestrade was sitting on the doorstep after he had left the backyard disheartened.But equally, the street where Jessica's family lives is also scary, so he chooses the present place to reflect on what just happened.

He hadn't eaten anything in 24 hours and had barely drank any water.His brain was as slow as a rusted machine, his limbs were weak and weak, and his whole body was like a walking dead.

But that doesn't mean he's hallucinating.

Lestrade looked at the setting sun again, sorted out the flood of thoughts just now, and scanned the crowd like a searchlight until he saw the busy figure of Mycroft.

"Mr. Holmes!" He squeezed in and roughly pushed the irrelevant people away. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I have a discovery."

Mycroft, who was talking to someone, looked at him in amazement, and he said loudly when the other person didn't react, "I might know where Sherlock and Jessica are!"

Mycroft lowered his face and fixed his eyes on Lestrade's face. "I hope you realize," he said solemnly, "that you are responsible for your claims."

Lestrade flinched for a moment, but still insisted: "At least we can try. Do you remember that Jessica was imprisoned in an air-raid shelter?"

"By that notorious ogre?" Mycroft frowned, "but there is no clue that what is happening now is related to him."

"But what if it's related?" Lestrade tried to make himself look more convincing, "After all, Sherlock has been participating in the investigation of this case. And it's also underground, it's not a coincidence."

He pointed to the blood-red house reflected by the setting sun, "It's just below the explosion center in the backyard. There are people there, and I feel movement."

"That's my yard. I know better than anyone whether there is a so-called air-raid shelter or a basement there."

Mycroft said with a look of disdain, but Lestrade could see from his slightly forward upper body that he was already interested.

"But maybe you just don't know," retorted Lestrade boldly. "No one knows everything in the world."

The author has something to say:

I was too rushed a few days ago, and today I would like to declare that the plot of "hypnosis modifying memory" in the article is purely fabricated~

I personally tend to think that Joseph's behavior of linking memory and smell is operable, but the somewhat fanciful (?) plot of purely modifying memory is really what the plot needs! !Not seriously! !

Friends still have to believe in science and materialism!

ps The opinions in yesterday’s reply have been collected, some of which are not sure about the details, please check the reply to confirm~