[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Jessica sat on the ground, staring at the cardboard box in front of her for 10 minutes.

Ever since she accidentally brought the cardboard box back that day, she suddenly lost the courage to seek the truth and fell into an indescribable state of mind.It seems that the past self is wrestling with the present self. The past self shed tears and said, "Let go of the past, and you can get a new life", while the present self gritted its teeth and asked, "Don't you want to know what happened?"

It all started with an "expedition", when 12-year-old Sherlock was still an active and energetic little boy, and she-Katie Glamt was his mathematics "tutor".That day she finished Sherlock's homework as usual - "Give yourself a use that matches your ability" is his reason, and she had to succumb to reality - took Sherlock out, in the garden of the block "walk".

Jessica still remembered that it was a beautiful day, with the sun shining brightly.There was no one in the afternoon, Sherlock frowned uncharacteristically, said "something is wrong here" with a puffed up baby face, serious like an adult.She didn't take it seriously at first, until they found a dead body in the grass.

As Katie examines what appears to be a suffocated body with what little of her forensic expertise she has left, Sherlock is initially terrified, but soon shows promise as a future consulting detective.By the time the police arrived, he was already refusing to leave the place.In the next few days, in addition to questioning relevant people in the neighborhood, these police officers also had to deal with a child who came to provide clues from time to time.

Until one day, Sherlock, as a neighbor, visited Katie's house for the first time, bringing a group of policemen and an arrest warrant.She felt that the world was falling apart for a moment, and she insisted on going upstairs alone to call Will—her grandfather, the murderer in Sherlock's mouth.

"I'm glad you trust me so much. I did not kill that person." Grandpa just smiled faintly when he learned the situation, "but I can't see those policemen."

Before she could react, grandpa opened the window and jumped from the second floor.Terrified, she rushed to the window, saw her grandfather struggling to stand up from the bushes, raised his head and smiled at her and said, "I left a letter for you."

She didn't know what to do, she could only watch in a daze as the 70-year-old man staggered to the front yard.The sound of the car starting was intertwined with the noise downstairs, but her mind was still blank.

"You may let a murderer go." Sherlock didn't know when he went upstairs.

For the first time, she felt that standing behind her was a real demon that could destroy everything.

"The time of death was around April 4th." She said awkwardly, but Sherlock didn't answer, she knew she was right, "Will was hospitalized for a few days because of mild pneumonia, and I stayed by his bedside all the time. If you still believe me, then you should know that you are wrong."

Sherlock was silent for a moment, "You're right, I'm sorry. Something... went wrong... but it doesn't make sense..."

He looked particularly upset, and Katie tried to convince herself to forgive him, he was a kid, he made mistakes all the time, and who knew Grandpa would rather be a fugitive than make it clear to the police?The Sherlock Holmeses offered to adopt her, and she agreed. Life must go on, doesn't it?If what follows does not happen.

The police soon found out where Grandpa was, and he drove his car into the river on the day of his escape, leaving no bones left.

Katie couldn't lie to herself anymore, the dissatisfaction and resentment that had accumulated for a long time broke out at this moment.She was yelling at Sherlock, calling him all the nasty things she could, cursing his family, saying she'd rather go to an orphanage than see him again.

Was she going to put up with it all just because she was going to die one after another?

Just because Sherlock made a small mistake, even if it indirectly caused Grandpa's death, should she pretend that nothing happened?

The sound of rain hitting the window woke up Jessica in her memory. Before she knew it, it was getting dark and it was pouring rain.Big raindrops came in and hit the window sill, and she got up and closed the window.

Jessica stared at the rain outside for a while, and then came back to the box and opened it.

Unlike the mountain shaking and ground shaking she imagined, her heart was extraordinarily peaceful.

At the top was the letter Grandpa had left Katie, as if he had thought of such a day long ago.Grandpa is her spiritual anchor, her life mentor, and a beacon in her ups and downs.

After the funeral, Katie went to Holmes' house and met Mrs. Holmes.Because in the letter, grandpa asked her to live on no matter what method she used, and she did so obediently.

She still didn't want to be adopted by them, but was shocked to learn of their sudden move.It's just that she was knocked down by a speeding car before she could figure out a countermeasure.

Jessica pressed the letter to her chest, took a deep breath, calmed down, and continued to read.

The photocopied autopsy report, the confession of the hospital staff, and some related reports... As she expected, this was a fatal misunderstanding, and the murderer was someone else.

She finished it quickly, feeling empty inside, unable to feel any emotion.For a long time, she has been afraid to think about this matter, and can only hypnotize herself with the belief of survival.

But now, Jessica fully understands what happened - a wrong clue locked Will's suspicion by accident. When she thought of this, she suddenly lost her resentment, leaving only a kind of fateful helplessness feel.Grandpa's death was an accident, not Sherlock's fault.

After all, she still has to rely on binding Sherlock to survive.This is also my grandfather's wish.

She listlessly moved the cardboard box aside, thinking about Sherlock's reaction after discovering that the information had been transferred, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Pulling the carton back in front of her, she discovered a compartment underneath.

What does it mean?

Jessica couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart, and struggled to take out the cardboard on the compartment, revealing a thin transparent folder inside.

It looks very new, as if no one has looked through it before, why is it hidden so deep?

She opened the page and was shocked by the pictures inside at first glance.

Frozen residual limbs, the palm of a person can be vaguely seen.

What happened next made Jessica spin.

Crushing corpses, hiding corpses...the methods are cruel...

She only felt that her vision was completely blurred, but one word after another arrogantly jumped into her brain, forcing her to receive the information.

Serial murderer... long wanted...

She turned the page with trembling hands.

cannibal.

Jessica felt dizzy for a while, and her throat was grabbed by an invisible hand, and she couldn't breathe.She struggled to breathe, but the lobes of her lungs opened and closed desperately like a stranded fish.

Grandpa's kind smile flashed in front of her eyes, and instantly turned into gurgling blood.

"The basement is my secret garden... If you go in, you will regret it..."

When did he say that?She couldn't remember.But for a while, when she first became Katie, grandpa always cooked a special dish for himself.

"You are not ready to eat my 'special dish', not everyone can accept it...but I hope you can one day..."

She retched.

There was a light knock on the door, it was Mark.

"Jesse, what are you doing? Sherlock came suddenly, he seems to be in a hurry..."

Jessica's voice was gone.Her stomach was twitching, her chest seemed to be pressed by a huge stone, her heart was beating fast and slow, like a time/timer/bomb/bomb that had been hidden for many years was the last carnival before it detonated.

Suppressing the discomfort, she squinted her eyes and took one last look at the document.

She finally passed out when she saw "Identities of the Dead: Abe Grimt, Tana Glumt".

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He has always prided himself on his mental acuity, disdainful of the dullness that most people can only see on the surface.He feels that the most beautiful thing in the world is the truth, the deeper it is hidden, the more beautiful it will be when it is discovered.But one night, he sneaked into a bleak basement and opened a freezer.

For the first time he hated his abilities.Others could only see the bluish-white lumps of flesh covered with frost, but he could see two living people, tied up, smashing their skulls.Every blow was brutal, without hesitation.Then they were cut open, the abdomen was cut open, the limbs were cut off, the brains were specially set aside, and the meat on the arms was cut off piece by piece, cooked, and eaten with a knife and fork.

The angles of every cut are scrambling to tell him all the details, the murderer's technique, mood, and proficiency.Even if he closes his eyes, these things will linger in his mind, and he can only feel that the benevolent mask of this world is dripping with blood from the knife that cut through the corpse's arm, and the blood mist filled his eyes, making them blood red.

He had nowhere to hide but to accept Ling Chi.

The author has something to say:

Since the author doesn't know how to be cute, so the author has something to say, it's basically a decoration...

But today I suddenly felt that I should explain it. Due to some unreliable reasons, the stepfather of the star who was my favorite daughter-in-law passed away (don’t ask who I am), and I suddenly felt very sad. As a result, this The plot of the first chapter was suddenly changed by me... ╮(￣▽￣"")╭

As an author with an outline in his heart, in fact, at least he has a good idea of ​​the main plot (really?), plus a little angel in the comment area made an opinion and felt that there were too many foreshadowings and it was messy. It really came to my heart Yes, I've been thinking about this issue recently, but because I don't have the habit of overhauling the text, it may have affected the reading experience of many readers. The author hereby apologizes to you~

As for the problem in this chapter, I originally planned to make Jessica misunderstand that Sherlock forced her grandfather to death, and then do this, that, and that... But today I suddenly feel that life is short, don’t be too cruel, so I let Jessica in advance I know, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, hey~ I am so soft-hearted (>﹏<)

So the current situation is that the sub-line pit has not been filled yet, and the main line collapsed first, so some people may feel it is very sudden.Speaking of this, I feel like I'm going to lose my favorites...but let me let me let myself go for the first article!Collecting friends!See you in the next article! !

Finally, refills for my dear readers, little angels~

ps The author Bacteria does not know how to be cute, the small theater guides the way in the comment area↓↓↓Why are you so talented~