[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

When he watched detective movies when he was young and ignorant, he was always puzzled by the sheriff's behavior of pasting the photos of the victim and suspect on the whiteboard. Could they forget the suspect's face?And when he discovered the close connection between location and memory, when he felt for the first time that his brain was temporarily insufficient and needed a little help, when hundreds of clues and character relationships were intertwined, he turned his eyes to the opposite side of the bookshelf Empty walls.

However, when he woke up the next day, he found that the photos, notes, and maps that he had pinned on the wall all night had disappeared out of thin air.His dear mother brought workers to repaint the wall.

"I can tolerate you doing chemical experiments in the kitchen and keeping toxic reagents in the refrigerator. I can also tolerate you planting hemp in the garden, but as long as you live in the same house with me, you can't even think about it. Do anything, no way."

Although reluctant, she was right, this was her house, and he had no right to cause any damage to other people's property.But the frightening thing is that he does not have the right to own and create his own property.Fortunately, this is only temporary. He can only put the population changes of Holmes Chapel in the past 20 years on the ground, in the words of his father, "like the ruins of an exploded archive room", and then stand on the table and look down at the whole situation. Trying to get some regularity and inspiration.

Therefore, when he saw the clean ground, his heart was broken.It was as if his grandmother's basket of woolen balls had been thrown into the air when he was a child, and the colorful yarns, tangled together, fell down and penetrated his skull, squeezing his brains.

And the root cause of all this, Jessica, who was polite enough to call before visiting, was innocently opening her blue eyes, with folders and papers scattered all over the floor.

"I'm really sorry," she said with an artificial guilt, "I wanted to put Raymond's file back, but I accidentally knocked over this box."

lie.lie.lie.

Why do people always like to cheat and hide so much?Is this the price of sociability?

He was about to expose this so-called "sweetheart" Jessica, but she spoke first.

"Sorry, once again, it's true this time," she said sincerely, "I know you must have seen it, I did it on purpose. Because I don't believe Joseph would do something like that, so I want to take advantage of it." Randomly hide him in too. I know I'm stupid and naive, and I can't escape your eyes."

The purpose is unclear, the motivation is confusing, and the logic is flawed, but it conforms to the behavior pattern.He glanced around suspiciously, without any expression of lying, the angle of radiation of the documents on the ground was indeed caused by deliberate force, there was no doubt about it.

His intuition told him that something was wrong, but now his mind was occupied by a sudden thought just now, and he didn't bother to guess Jessica's real thoughts-mostly boring girlish thoughts-with no difficulty at all.

This "case" was more interesting than he had imagined, and the few clues made him enjoy it.

A man about six feet tall and of standard build, improvised or orchestrated?He tends to the latter, and this person's purpose does not seem to be that simple.

And Kevin chose the same day, the same time, the same place, is this a coincidence?Was the murderer convinced that Margaret would not call the police?Or did you find a scapegoat in advance?

Whether the mentally broken Margaret can identify the real perpetrator, he doubts, and finally depends on the details hidden in places that no one pays attention to tell him the truth.

But looking at the stacks of papers, his brain began to ache.

Better let Kevin steal another home address file.

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"So isn't Sherlock's house really a devil's den? Blazing flames? Or a place as gloomy as a place where vampires live?"

Emma pouted and said that Jessica reluctantly handed her the list of suspects she had compiled based on Sherlock's judgment.

"Is this the result of the so-called genius these days?" She brought the piece of paper in front of her eyes, and found the point at a glance, "Joseph and his father, James and his father, and George, Jack...he Are you serious?!"

"Yes, it's just preliminary results. He asked us to screen the fathers of the eligible girls."

"What?" Emma was so surprised that her eyebrows almost flew into the sky, "My dad is also six feet tall, so am I also a suspect?"

"..." Jessica didn't dare to tell her that she was actually the main suspect, because Sherlock felt that "Emma happened to find Margaret" was too coincidental.

"Have you been enchanted by any kind of magic? You really obey him." Emma threw the piece of paper aside with resentment, and patted the table.

"Maybe." Jessica began to think about the possibility after thinking about her many soul transfers.

It was still the break time between classes, most of the people were tired from getting up early in the morning to go to class, lying on the table to catch up on sleep, only a few boys were playing behind.The classroom was so quiet that someone could hear someone approaching them wearing high heels. The piece of paper that Emma threw slipped from the edge of the table, twirled in the air, and fell into one hand.

Anne Jones picked up the piece of paper with two pink nail-painted fingers, stood up straight and looked at them proudly, sneered and said: "What is this? It's Jessica, are you picking the next seductress?" ?”

"Hey, Anne." Jessica pretended not to hear her provocative words, and just greeted her.

But Emma is not so good-tempered, "Jessica doesn't need to seduce anyone at all, unlike you."

Anne Jones just gave her a glare, then turned to Jessica and said coldly, "I don't know what's wrong with you, you quit cheerleading, I don't care. But you shouldn't be ruining Raymond and Eleanor's relationship." Relationship, I can't imagine you can do such a thing, they are going to be engaged."

"What?" Jessica looked at her suspiciously, "There must be some misunderstanding."

She didn't even know that something was wrong between Raymond and Eleanor.

Anne Jones was even more annoyed, "I knew you wouldn't admit it, but neither El nor I will let you go like this."

After speaking, she crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it on the ground vigorously, and left bitterly.

"What's wrong with her?" Emma stared dumbfounded at Annie's twisting back.

Jessica was speechless, since Anne Jones had seldom talked to her since she left Eleanor's circle.This time she suddenly said something she didn't understand, and she didn't know how to react for a while.Margaret's business took up all her free time, and she had no other energy to attend to other things now.

I finally understood why Raymond always said "I'm busy, I have a lot of troubles", and now one of his troubles has found Jessica.

She mentally reminded herself to interrogate Raymond when she got home, and put the matter behind her.

After surviving the morning and afternoon classes, Jessica and Emma walked from school to Margaret's house for 10 minutes. She hasn't come to class since that day and has been staying at home on leave.This is a dilapidated apartment building, with traces of rainwater on the white walls, and small, dark windows lined up neatly.

Emma had never been here before, and she followed Jessica nervously.

Jessica walked into the dark corridor, and they took the elevator to the floor where Margaret's house was, and opened the folding door.The corridor was too narrow for two people to stand side by side, so she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The light from the peephole in the door suddenly disappeared, and a middle-aged man who sounded drunk said gruffly, "Who are you?"

Emma shrank behind Jessica in fright, and Jessica mustered up the courage to say loudly: "We are friends of Margaret Lindemann, Jessica and Emma."

The door still didn't open, and they waited for a while before they heard someone stumbling to the door.

"Maggie says she doesn't want to see anyone, she has nothing to say!"

It was the same man, his head hit the door panel, cursing some unbearable words.

Jessica looked at the terrified Emma, ​​knowing that this time she would return in vain.They went downstairs in frustration, and met Sherlock standing upright at the door.

"Why is he here?" Emma curled her lips in disdain.

Sherlock stood motionless at the intersection, covering the glare of the sun with his hands and looking around, observing the environment here, until Jessica and Emma approached and ordered: "Collect the soil here into this."

He took out a small transparent sample bag and pointed to a red label stuck on the ground.

Jessica swallowed back the question of "you are here", and took the sample bag.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Emma said angrily.

Without speaking, Sherlock took out another bag of soil from his bosom, and held it up to compare with the one Jessica had just collected in the sun.

"It looks similar to the naked eye... needs further analysis..." he said to himself, "kaolin... Sandbach?"

He gave Emma a sharp look in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Emma yelled loudly, "Don't you still doubt me?"

Jessica looked nervously at Sherlock, only to see him shaking his head calmly, "No, but is James driving a Lamborghini?"

"Yes, the whole school knows that he has a Lamborghini, so what? You don't mean he is the murderer, just because he drives a luxury car?"

"No, he's just a relatively serious suspect." Sherlock rested his hand on his chin, thoughtfully, "I have to meet James' father."

As he spoke, his eyes swept back and forth between Jessica and Emma.

"Who can do it?"

"I don't understand what's so difficult about it," Emma couldn't help mocking, "won't you just ring the doorbell of his house?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask James' father about his plans for the day, but he won't tell me," Sherlock explained impatiently, "so I'll try my luck at his place."

Jessica understood that Sherlock was going to "search" James's house - without a "search warrant".

She hesitated for a moment, and a candidate appeared in her mind.

"I thought, maybe there's someone who can do it."