[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Unexpectedly, after a short time, Jessica came to the police station again.

Lestrade was talking with his colleagues inside.She and Sherlock were the only ones sitting on the bench outside, each at one end, with a gap of almost three people in between.

The quarreling voices coming from the door, and the last time Lestrade had a dispute with the director, made Jessica wonder how hot his heart really was under his harmless surface.

There was another sound of slapping the tabletop, and Jessica trembled twice, leaning her body on the armrest.Her brain was still stagnant, scenes that should have been forgotten flashed before her eyes, and the cold touch under her palm seemed to be the only intersection between her and the real world.

"You don't have to think so hard, if you think."

There was a sudden muffled sound in her ear, and Jessica bounced like a frightened rabbit.She turned her head, blinking puzzledly.

Sherlock was still sitting half a meter away from her, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, half of his face hidden in his clasped hands.

"Because I've figured out a lot of things," he said in a low voice, as if talking to himself, "a lot of things."

"Okay," Jessica nodded wonderingly, "that's fine, I guess we need to find Will as soon as possible."

The name still made her tongue twitch, but she felt she had covered it up well.

"You're very abnormal," Sherlock said quietly, sitting up straight, looking in her direction, "but it all makes sense."

The words that Jessica was about to explain were stuck in her throat. She looked into Sherlock's eyes probing, and there was nothing in them. It seemed that he didn't say the seemingly profound words just now.

"What makes sense?" she pressed.

"I have a bad temper," Sherlock did not answer, but quickly stated to himself, "I have an arrogant personality, impatient, loyalty is worthless to me, and I have countless flaws, so..."

Jessica looked at Sherlock in shock, who held his breath for a moment, as long as a night, he took a deep breath, and said again, "So..."

Why did Sherlock say that about himself?The question circling in her heart gradually got out of control, and one of the possible answers was like a meteor hitting the earth. In the aftermath of the shock, Jessica's heart began to pound wildly.

"I don't deserve it," said Sherlock, "I don't deserve this."

"It's not worth it..." Jessica felt her whole body being suspended in mid-air, "What?"

"Hey guys."

Lestrade appeared at the door and waved his hand, "Can you come in? We can start working."

As if falling from a high altitude, this huge doubt, and the little expectation that she didn't want to admit, made Jessica feel bad all over.

"Okay, officer." She replied listlessly.Sherlock had already stepped past Lestrade into the room before her.

"Did I interrupt something?" Lestrade looked at Sherlock's cold back in confusion, "That kid's face smells so bad."

"It's nothing," Jessica shrugged, rolling her eyes countless times in her heart, "That's his normal expression."

***

Being interrogated by the police is a very bad feeling, especially if the person is stupid and slow to react.

"How did you find the dead man?"

"Accidentally," he said, succinctly and precisely.

"I guess you're lucky, right?" The slightly bald police detective on the opposite side laughed, "I've been involved in this serial murder case for less than a day, and I ran into a dead body."

This yin and yang tone made him a little annoyed, but it was more of sympathy for the other party's brain capacity.

The conversation that followed continued to challenge his self-cultivation.The other party kept hinting that he had entanglements with the murderer, or had private dealings, and finally said categorically that he was a "spy" sent by the notorious murderer to infiltrate the police system.

Yes, the detective did use the word, "spy."

The poor recorder, Lestrade, looked as if he would have burrowed into the ground, and looked at him imploringly the whole time, but peace is usually the result of restraint on both sides, and Lestrade should know that.

"You are using this information to gain our trust," the detective interrupted him arrogantly again, "otherwise how can you explain your knowledge of the killer's usual methods?"

"How about this," he raised his chin and replied with a hundred times of arrogance, "You can explain your affair with a certain girl here first, and then I will explain why I know more than you, okay?"

The police detective's face turned red immediately, he stood up abruptly and said angrily, "How dare you! This is slander!"

"Catherine? Or Bonnie?" He sat firmly on the chair, showing a contemptuous smile, "Or Janet?"

In a frenzied roar, Lestrade jumped out to announce that this recording was over, and dragged him out of the interrogation room.

The fresh air outside didn't make him feel much better, especially when Jessica stood up and looked at him with a worried face, which made it all more complicated.

Lestrade was still apologizing over and over again, and said that not every policeman was like that just now, and finally mentioned that the director's ambiguous attitude towards his participation in the investigation had also eased, so let him not worry.

He didn't have any special feelings about this, but he just thought that maybe many things would be much easier if Lestrade was the leader—although he was stupid, he at least had some discernment.

At this moment, the most absurd thing is that he couldn't help but stare at Jessica, the broken hair on the forehead, the round eyes, the tiny toes protruding from the ridiculous slippers, and even the dull Lestrade. I saw the clue.

"You..." Lestrade muttered, "Need a little space?"

"No." He looked away, but he didn't miss Jessica's hot cheeks.

All of this puzzled him, and at the same time his mind was like a mirror.

Lestrade went to drive his battered police car again, and he took the police car a little too much today.Jessica stood next to him, half leaning against a post at the other end.The faint light of the porch enveloped the figures of the two, and from the shadows on the ground, it could be seen that a carriage could pass between them.

I don't know when it started, keeping an excessively long distance became the norm between them.

Or, he knew but didn't want to admit that the chain reaction of that comforting hug was bigger than he imagined.

"Not worth what?"

Jessica stood there motionless, seemingly calmly throwing a word.

He was not surprised by this question, and he was well prepared.

"It's not worth it to you." He said quickly, his voice seemed to float from afar, and echoes rushed through his ear canals, forcing him to take in the last word over and over again.

you you you……

He felt that it was enough to get here, and he went further than the original plan.He didn't even know how the other party would react, and he didn't want to know.The time was just right, Lestrade's headlights had come on, and there was the noise of the engine, if Jessica wanted to pretend not to hear it, it would be in time.

"You deserve the best, including..."

Jessica's low voice was drowned out by the sudden sound of brakes. He was more annoyed than when he faced the bald man in the interrogation room just now, and he couldn't help glaring at Lestrade who rolled down the window.

"Did I bother you?" Lestrade scratched his head.

"No, officer." Jessica said with a light smile, "let's go."

She opened the car door first, turned her head and grinned, and he would take that as a brash sneer--new to him--and get even angrier.

What is included?

His self-esteem prevented him from asking, and he could only speculate like a fool, the best of all?What is the best?Including... her?

But when Jessica scrapes the back of his hand with her pinky, there's nothing left to guess.

He looked at the slender white finger, then at the pair of eyes shining in the darkness, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.That must be silly, because Jessica immediately collapsed in her seat laughing.

Sometimes the girl, who had always been timid before him, was astonishingly daring.

"I should feel embarrassed or disgusted," Lestrade said in a helpless voice, "but I seem to have returned to my youth, how beautiful it is!"

He almost rolled his eyes, but Jessica laughed again.

Then Lestrade laughed too, and the laughter echoed in the car. He hadn't been ridiculed more than these few minutes in his life.

"I thought you'd be holding it back," Lestrade said jokingly, "until Jessica married someone else and you, Sherlock, died alone. But it's only been a few days, and it blows my mind!"

"It's not what you think," Jessica said softly, holding back a laugh, "Actually, nothing happened..."

"Come on!" Lestrade patted the steering wheel a few times, making a shrill horn sound.

Why do they seem to know everything?

But he didn't have time to reflect on whether he was too obvious, and after the other two finally calmed down from their inexplicable laughter, he announced that he needed to go back to his home.

Jessica seemed to be lost for a moment, but she still bent her eyes to express her understanding.

He had never seen such a blend of mediocrity and perfection in anyone, especially with those mesmerizing blue eyes.

Lestrade was babbling and shouting that he shouldn't be moving back.

But he had to go home.

It was a letter of challenge sent before him, a provocation and humiliation.He must return the humiliation alone, without anyone knowing if he can.

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As I wrote it, it became like this~baa~

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