[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"Jessie, you really scared me to death." Joanna held Jessica's hand and said with lingering fear.

This is the second time she has been admitted to the hospital after entering this body.And her memories of the hospital are not really pleasant, the white walls reflect the glare of the sun, the scent of flowers and disinfectant are mixed together, the nurse is fiddling with the medicine bottle, the sound of glass colliding slipped in through the open door .All this was torturing her weak nerves.

"The doctor said that it might be the sequelae of the last drowning, and it needs to be observed for a few more days." Joanna handed her a peeled apple with obvious worry on her face.

"Oh my God, no." Jessica knew she was freaking everyone out, but it wasn't an aftereffect at all, she didn't have to live in this place.

It's just that I can't bear the impact of this fear and shock for a while, it's no big deal.

But when she recalled those images, she flinched a bit, suppressing the discomfort and said, "I'm really fine, I promise."

Joanna was about to say something, but a knock on the door interrupted her.

Holding a huge bouquet of tulips in his arms that completely blocked his view, Raymond stumbled into the door and struggled to stick his head out from behind the yellow flowers, "Jessica, Sherlock is here!"

Sure enough, Sherlock was following behind him, with his hands behind his back, his expression serious, and his brows furrowed.

"You'll have to get your own bouquet next time you visit a patient, man." Raymond put the tulips on the cabinet and wiped the sweat from his brow, "I won't believe in 'doesn't match your clothes' anymore Nonsense."

The moment she saw Sherlock, Jessica lowered her head like an ostrich.From waking up to now, she has seriously thought about the ins and outs of this matter.But facing Sherlock himself, she still couldn't help but want to escape from reality.

After the death of her grandfather, Sherlock has become a target for her, rather than a living person.While she was convincing herself that Sherlock was not wrong, she secretly resented him in her heart, resented him for forcing innocent grandpa to death, resented him moving to Cheshire as if nothing had happened, and even resented his existence for making her Live a precarious life.But now, like an inflated balloon, it was punctured with a bang, leaving only a mess all over the floor.

Sherlock did make an irreparable mistake, but grandpa was no longer innocent, and his hands were covered with blood instead... Jessica clenched her hand hidden under the quilt, and deeply embedded her nails into the soft palm, so that she would not think carefully.

"The rate at which the surface of an apple oxidizes in air is not visible to the naked eye."

Jessica was startled by the sudden voice, she raised her eyes slightly, and saw the flat cotton shirt and the ironed trousers, Sherlock didn't know when she was standing beside her bed.

She was stunned for a while before she fully understood what he meant. The apple Joanna had just peeled appeared in her vision of nothingness.Still hanging her neck, she casually put the apples in the fruit bowl on the bedside table.

"You didn't faint because of the aftereffects of drowning..." Sherlock's voice was uncommonly hesitant, but became firm in an instant, "It was because of the murder."

"Yes." Jessica nodded.

The two fell silent at the same time, and Jessica secretly looked up to see his face, from his hands in his trouser pockets to the seashell buttons on his shirt to the pointed collar.Sherlock's expression was a mixture of anger and doubt. He pursed his lips, and there were deep wrinkles between his brows. His light gray pupils were fixed on the position above Jessica's head.

Seeing Jessica's face, he immediately averted his gaze.

"You're not only a liar," he said in a low voice, "you're a thief, stupid kind."

Jessica's eyes were sore, not because of grievance, but because of guilt.She is indeed stupid, holding a false "truth" and self-righteously hating the world.

She buried her head lower, covered most of her face with her hair, and obediently obeyed the instructions.

"I don't know why you took those things on purpose," Sherlock said angrily, "It seems that you won't tell me."

Jessica admitted in her heart that she really wouldn't take the initiative to say it.

"One day I'll find out what secret you're hiding." He swore like a curse.

"...You... there's no need..." Jessica was halfway through speaking, and saw Sherlock glaring at her, so she had to swallow the following words.

"You..." Sherlock looked into her eyes, as if he suddenly thought of something, he touched the bridge of his nose uncomfortably, "Next time...you should tell me in advance...if it wasn't for this...I... "

Jessica looked at his eyes that could not stop floating upwards suspiciously.

"You messed up the files I've organized." He said a complete sentence in a cold tone.

"Oh, sorry," Jessica said sincerely, for blaming him all along. "I'm really, really sorry."

Sherlock opened his mouth, looking even more uncomfortable.

After Jessica apologized, she felt a burst of relief. The boulder that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time was finally removed. Grandpa's actions were unheard of cruelty, but he also paid his own life, making this case an unsolved one.Let the last life end with Katie's death, she is now Jessica Harris.

Apart from continuing to "tangle" Sherlock - and this seems to be a promising prospect at present - she has no other worries.

She stretched her body a little, only to realize that she and Sherlock were alone in the room.

"Where's my mother and Raymond?"

"They left 15 minutes ago," Sherlock returned to his icy expression, "you said goodbye to them then."

"Really?" Jessica thought blankly for a moment.

"It can't be more true." He replied impatiently, "You may really have brain sequelae."

Jessica smiled at him tolerantly, but Will's name suddenly flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help asking: "This case... I mean, the one in the compartment is..."

How did it happen?How could grandpa kill his daughter and son-in-law and still have no flaws in front of his granddaughter?

Perhaps not without flaws, it occurred to her that when she woke up as Katie, she had very few memories in her head, hardly any memories of her family, so when Grandpa said that her irresponsible parents had left home one after another , she has no doubts, now it seems...

"The police think it's some serial killer on the loose," Sherlock said briefly, "but no body has been found, so no identification can be made."

Not identified?Jessica tried hard to recall the scenes of their getting along, starting with her grandfather's self-introduction after she woke up...

She suddenly thought of a possibility, and her face turned white all of a sudden.

Will is not Katie's grandfather!

There is no evidence of Will's identity at home, no group photo, no documents, nothing, not even memories.

Jessica now finally understands the reason for her grandpa's incompatibility with the whole house. The length of the bathtub, the leaking roof, the clogged sewer, every little thing is like a huge torture to grandpa , she thought it was because of the loss of a hand, but never thought it was because of his completely different living environment.Even now, she still feels that Grandpa, oh no, Will is like a fallen nobleman, not a long-wanted murderer.

Will pretending to be her grandfather and raising her for so long without her knowing!Even the name could be fake!

Jessica couldn't help laughing bitterly.

"The scene of the remaining corpses... was discovered by me," Sherlock walked to the window at some point, with his back to Jessica, the sun shone on his soft curly hair, glowing softly, "Then It was the cruelest scene, and the sinisterness of human nature was fully revealed at that moment."

Jessica said "yes" lightly, and it was difficult for her who was used to seeing corpses to accept it.

"I have a nervous breakdown because of it," he said the word quickly, pausing before continuing, "while that document is just the tip of the iceberg, you have every reason to feel any degree of fear."

Maybe it was really something wrong with the brain, it took Jessica a few seconds to react, Sherlock, is this comforting her?

By this time Sherlock had walked from the window to the door.

"It's getting late, I should go." He awkwardly pointed to the bouquet of tulips in full bloom, "Raymond said this is basic courtesy, anyway, goodbye."

Before Jessica could respond, he turned and closed the door.

She was alone in the room.Jessica looked at the still bright sunlight, and it took several seconds to realize that this bouquet was given to her by Sherlock.

It was unnatural, but her thoughts only spun here and then to what Sherlock had just said.

"I have a nervous breakdown because of this."

Although he couldn't see his face, Jessica could clearly feel his emotions from his tense voice and trembling tone.

The 12-year-old Sherlock appeared in front of her. Although his clear eyes were just a disguise full of ghost ideas, he was still an innocent and pure child in essence.

Jessica couldn't imagine how helpless this child must be facing that scene.

"Beauty and illusion are easily broken things." Will's voice appeared in her mind, "The so-called morality is the combination of the two."

For the first time, there was no soothing power in the voice, and it took all of Jessica's strength to drive him out.

I'm sorry, Will, she said in her heart, I'm going to forget you forever, forever, and live on.

This is your last wish too.

The author has something to say:

Due to reasons that everyone should know (self-inflicted), the author Junkawen (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Try to keep the frequency of one change every day, and the time will follow the fate, little angels, don't wait~

Well, I hope this chapter didn't scare you hhh thank you everyone!bow~