[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"So, why did Sherlock Holmes return home early?"

Jessica sat in the passenger seat, speechless.This is the second time she has taken the police car home, and the fourth time she has been asked this question. The first three times were Raymond, Joanna, and Mark.

"I didn't know you could go by yourself..." She repeated dryly, but was interrupted in the middle.

"For you," Lestrade slapped his head, "look at me, I forgot."

"...No." Jessica said weakly.

"But I don't quite understand why it's for you," Lestrade wondered to himself as if he had never heard of it, "I really don't understand."

"I don't understand either." Jessica rubbed her temples. Can't they change the subject?

"That means he'll be here forever, right?" Lestrade's eyes were shining with excitement for some reason. "Can he...?"

"What?" Jessica looked over with some vigilance.

"Help me, you know, on some cases." Lestrade shrugged. "Relax, ma'am."

"What the hell?" Jessica looked at him in disbelief. "Are you crazy? Sherlock is still a child."

"You're a child too, but you're talking to me in a lecturing tone," Lestrade insisted. "You don't look like a child, stop acting. Sherlock has a great talent, why not make good use of it? "

"..." Jessica was silent for a while, "Then you have to promise me one thing."

"Speak, Guardian," said Lestrade, grinning, "anything."

"Uh," Jessica pondered for a moment, "don't let him get in touch with cases with dead bodies."

"If there is no body, can it still be called a case?" Lestrade looked shocked.

Jessica touched her chin and thought for a while, "It's like, theft, wounding, and disappearance."

"Sherlock shouldn't be limited to things like petty theft and fights," Lestrade shook his head and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Besides, it's not my business."

Jessica sighed, she also knew that Sherlock's talents were not limited to this, but she had roughly guessed what kind of help Lestrade needed.

Like Will's modus operandi, Hertford's dead body was kept under wraps, suggesting that another serial killer, or worse - a cannibal - was operating nearby.

Maybe she's a little selfish, but who can guarantee that Sherlock has come out of the past?He may not be able to really help, after all, there is a special process for investigating cases, which is not the same as daily reasoning.Also risking a nervous breakdown at any time, Jessica felt that this was not a cost-effective approach.

"How about this," she reluctantly gave in, "if the body is PG-13, then it's fine."

"..." Lestrade rolled his eyes, "Sounds a bit difficult, I think, only hanged, suffocated, internal organs damaged, cerebral hemorrhage..."

"Cancer, poisoning," Jessica also said casually, "or wound infection? Small wounds..."

They talked about all kinds of ways to die without plasma, and Jessica thought Lestrade had given up on the idea until the car came to the door of her garage.

"I'm sorry, Jesse."

Jessica, who was about to get out of the car, was taken aback for a moment, then stopped, and found that Lestrade looked at her apologetically, and opened the car door with one hand, "I think you are a little overprotective of Sherlock, he should Make up your own mind!"

He jumped out of the car, ran to the door, and rang the doorbell frantically, as if he was afraid that Jessica would drag him back.

Jessica did have such thoughts, but unfortunately, Sherlock had already opened the door as soon as she got out of the car.

She watched Lestrade strutting into the hall with displeasure.

****

Sherlock and Lestrade accidentally speculated, perhaps because the former hadn't seen the real police system, so he didn't talk about Scotland Yard's "incompetence" like he did later.

There is also a possibility that he is pretending to achieve a certain purpose.

Jessica was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in her hand, looking at Lestrade who was talking endlessly and Sherlock who was listening carefully, feeling frustrated.Maybe she's really overprotective?It seemed that Sherlock was very interested in this case.

"A policeman found the body in the grass of the Hertford Garden...about 30 years old..." Lestrade revealed more "secrets" with Sherlock's encouragement, "The time of death was 3 hours after the discovery of the body On the surface, it is indeed PG-13," he glanced at Jessica, "but after the forensic examination, a shocking truth was discovered!"

Jessica suppressed a smile, and it was no surprise that Sherlock's complexion became worse and worse in this startled narration.

"Guess what!" Lestrade continued to play tricks, "one of his organs is missing!"

"Brain." Sherlock poked him coldly.

"How do you know?" Lestrade was immediately discouraged, and instead excitedly gave Jessica a "I knew he was great" look.

"You just said that the deceased was wearing a hat, and the cause of death cannot be seen on the surface. This way of describing it is like marking the key points in a puzzle, and anyone can guess."

Jessica lowered her head silently, she didn't guess it.

"Well, you're right," Lestrade continued nonchalantly, "and the murderer carefully glued back the skull and sewed the skin stitch by stitch..."

"You mean," Sherlock whispered suddenly, "sewn?"

"Yes," said Lestrade firmly, "the stitches are fine, er, that's beside the point..."

Sherlock stood up abruptly, strode to the back door leading to the swimming pool, and walked out in a cold air, his hand that opened the door seemed to be trembling.

Lestrade opened his mouth wide and sat there blankly, not knowing what had happened.Jessica sighed and walked out.

There was a blast of hot air outside, and Sherlock stood by the pool with his hands in his pockets, looking out at the houses halfway down the hill, Hertford Gardens at a point below.His hair glowed with a weak golden light under the sun, but there were a few stiff lines between his brows, and his whole body was vacillating between fragility and stubbornness.

"Although I don't know how you found out," Jessica stepped forward to stand beside him, "but you found out that it has something to do with Will, right?"

"I don't know," Sherlock lowered his head, "but it's indeed one of his tricks, taking off other people's brains, and then sewing them together so that they look perfect on the surface, this is his favorite."

Jessica closed her eyes, and tasted the pain, hatred, and regret again, and she even thought of the usefulness of this brain.

"...delicious." Will repeated the word in his head, giving her a splitting headache.

But there is a more painful witness in front of her, who is trying not to show any signs of weakness. She has no more qualifications to immerse herself in her own pain.

"He's dead," Jessica tried to keep her voice as calm as possible, "so it could be a copycat, or maybe it's just a coincidence."

She took a deep breath, "Don't put yourself in an irreparable situation, okay?"

Sherlock didn't answer yes or no, and Jessica looked up to find his gaze fixed entirely on her.

"I promise you," he said, his voice low as vibrating strings.

Jessica was almost lost in it.

They stared at each other for a while, and then separated their entangled eyes very quickly.

"If it's an impersonator," Sherlock said softly, "I'd be delighted. I've been studying everything about him all these years, and it's a pity I didn't catch him myself."

Jessica suddenly felt that she didn't know Sherlock as well as she thought.

He never escapes, only rushes forward.

Those unnecessary worries were put aside, Lestrade was right, he should make his own decision.

Jessica let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at the cascading trees and densely packed buildings in the distance together with Sherlock, and suddenly had an idea.

"I couldn't catch Joseph with my own hands..." She glanced at Sherlock cautiously, "Is it a pity too?"

After she finished speaking, she felt that it was inappropriate, and added, "You don't need to answer..."

Sure enough, Sherlock's face turned livid, and he was almost on the verge of getting angry, but his good upbringing made him say lightly, "I called Mycroft this morning, and I can only say that you guys really had good luck."

Mycroft the Great?Jessica's eyes widened. "So you know what Joseph did? I mean, all of it?"

"All," Sherlock nodded, and said through gritted teeth for some reason, "I also received a call from Mycroft in Nice."

The mystery of the world is solved - he came back after learning about Joseph's crime.

Jessica didn't know what was going on in her heart, she seemed a little disappointed for no apparent reason, like biting a sour fruit.

Until she saw Sherlock show a hint of annoyed emotion.

"What makes you think your IQ is higher than that lunatic?" He snorted coldly, "Didn't Mrs. Harris teach you to think twice before doing things?"

"I did think twice," Jessica blinked innocently. "The situation forced it. Little Allen has been dead for so long, and..."

"He might kill you, understand?" Sherlock waved his hand impatiently. "Stupid."

"No no," Jessica shook her head, "Actually, he wanted to kill you, he said it himself this morning."

Sherlock glared at her.

"Really," Jessica argued, "he also wanted me to tell you," she mimicked in a deliberately gruff voice, "'Sherlock, it's not over.'"

A crack appeared in Sherlock's calm mask, he turned hurriedly and walked back, and a vicious sentence floated from the door, "It's not funny."

Jessica was rolling with laughter in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it on her face.The sweet floral fragrance danced in the breeze, and she walked slowly through the glass door, only to find that Sherlock was looking at the information Lestrade had brought with a cold face.

Sherlock wouldn't be mad at a really stupid person.

Thinking of this, she felt inexplicably better.

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