[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Jessica's eyelids were as heavy as lead, and there was a buzzing in her ears.A vague hand stroked her face, and then something wet wiped her forehead.

"My daughter..." There was a slight sigh in my ear.

Jessica's eyes were half-opened, then closed again, stimulated by the bright fluorescent light.Her mind was drowsy, as if floating on a stormy sea, being beaten by waves stronger than waves.

"Jessie, the ambulance is here," said another voice.Then she felt herself being lifted up by several hands at the same time.

She probably didn't die.

There seemed to be people all around, and there was harsh artificial light.It seemed that something was carrying her, and the bumps along the way made her lose consciousness again.

When I woke up again, the whole world was different.

It's not a cold and damp basement. On the contrary, the sunlight slanted in through the huge transparent glass windows, filling the whole room.Flowers, birdsong, cotton soft to the touch under the palm, it's all too good to be true.

She tilted her head slightly, her forehead throbbing.

"Jessie baby, you're awake!"

Joanna, with a slightly haggard face, came into view, and she held Jessica's hand in surprise, "How do you feel?"

"Very good." Jessica looked at Joanna and breathed a sigh of relief.She didn't seem to be a different person, which half relieved her headaches.

"Is this a hospital?"

"Yeah, the doctor said you had some mild concussion and some trauma to your forehead. God I don't know what those people did to you! I..."

Joanna became emotional as she spoke, and Jessica had to interrupt her, "Mom, Mom, I'm fine."

"I know..." Joanna sighed, "I don't know if I should mention this...but maybe you should know..."

"what?"

"Wendy Firth was caught." Joanna stroked her shoulder, her tone deliberately soothing. "Just this morning, she was driving a car and her license plate number was recognized."

"This..." Jessica's eyes widened, and the wound on her forehead was pulled again.She couldn't help but "hiss".

"Oh dear, be careful," Joanna hurriedly stood up to check the gauze wrapping the wound. "In short, this matter is over. You just have too bad luck, but who would have thought that Wendy would die because of Joseph?" Prison hates you! Fortunately, she has been arrested, thanks to Officer Lestrade, and of course Sherlock, you don't know when..."

No, this matter is far from over.

Jessica didn't pay attention to what Joanna was saying, and she imagined Will's appearance, he smiled kindly, like every ordinary morning, but his feet were full of bones.

Is he going to escape again this time?

But looking at Joanna's bloodshot eyes, it was difficult for her to speak for a while.

"Hey, Mom," she looked away and stared at the ceiling. "Where's Officer Lestrade? I have something very important to tell him."

"Interrogating Wendy at the police station, I suppose."

"What about Sherlock?"

"I'm afraid I can't help you. Sherlock left with Officer Lestrade." Joanna shook her head. "This poor kid, what happened before was too crazy. He really should take a good rest."

Jessica frowned in embarrassment, "Can you... call the police station? Please, Mom."

"Actually, they told me," Joanna looked at her disapprovingly, "You should notify them as soon as you wake up. But why? Why should the police bother you when you are not well?"

"I'm fine," Jessica said with a forced smile, "it's really important."

Joanna lowered her head, her expression no longer as cheerful as before.But she still dialed the phone and said a few words indifferently after the other party connected.

She stood with her back to Jessica for a while before she returned to the bed and said seriously, "I know Mark and I are usually very busy, but that doesn't mean we don't care about you. But we never knew you would into this kind of thing."

"It was my fault," Jessica lowered her eyelids, "I didn't expect that either."

"No one would have thought..." Joanna sighed again, and before she finished speaking, there were a few light knocks on the door.

Joanna walked over and opened the door.From Jessica's angle, she couldn't see the visitor's face, only Joanna yelled in surprise.

"Sherlock, my boy! Why are you here?"

"I heard Lestrade on the intercom saying Jessica was awake and I wanted to ask her a few things."

A low, all-too-familiar voice.Jessica couldn't help raising her head, her neck at an awkward angle, and looked towards the door.

Sherlock appears.He walked in with big strides, his curly hair fell to cover half of his pale ears, his brows were deeply wrinkled, his lips were tightly closed, his face was even more haggard than Joanna's, and his shirt had a few shallow folds.

He turned and scanned Jessica's face with surprisingly bright pale eyes.

Jessica flinched back on the pillow, glanced in the direction of the door, and winked at Sherlock.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Harris," Sherlock turned and disappeared outside the door, talking to Joanna, "I want to be alone... nothing else...they need the police...I promise..."

It took about 2 minutes before he reappeared in Jessica's field of vision, with his hands in his pockets, standing some distance from the end of the bed, staring at her.

Jessica had just seen herself in the reflection of the water glass, with a mummy wrapped around her forehead, which looked very funny.She subconsciously stretched out her hand from the wide sleeve of the hospital gown to block the ugly gauze.

"I have something..."

"Are you ok?"

They spoke at the same time, and stopped at the same time, waiting for the other to speak.

"I have something to say, and you should also want to know." Jessica lowered her head and clasped her hands unconsciously. "It was true that Wendy knocked me out in the first place, but the people behind the scenes It's... Will."

She stared at the white sheets and waited for a while, feeling that the person opposite had digested the fact before continuing: "He locked me in a dark basement where I couldn't see anything. He came down every once in a while to open the door Let some fresh air in, because apparently, it's a confined space..."

She talked a lot in one breath, and when she was about to tell the story of Will's dead boy, Sherlock, who was silent, suddenly spoke.

"sorry."

Jessica blinked, "What?"

"I'm sorry." Sherlock said again, but he didn't mean to explain. "Please continue."

"Uh," Jessica's train of thought froze for an instant, and she faintly felt that something was wrong, "I suddenly thought, didn't you catch Wendy?"

"Yes," Sherlock nodded, "but her mouth is tighter than death. I have a question, how often does Will come down?"

"I don't know," Jessica recalled momentarily, "but he seemed obsessive-compulsive and had to leave at a set time, so I guess he had his own schedule."

Sherlock repeatedly confirmed some details, and Jessica tried her best to answer a few.Until the door of the ward was knocked again.

Jessica thought it was Joanna who had run out of patience, but it turned out to be Lestrade.

"I'm late," he said as soon as he came in, "and Mrs. Harris has been questioning me for a long time. It's a discrimination."

Jessica was about to greet him after a long absence, but saw him rubbing his hands and asking, "What did I miss? Jessica, tell me quickly."

Sherlock glanced at him, unmoved.Jessica had no choice but to answer curtly, "I'm locked in a basement... yes it's dark... but that's Will, yes, that ogre..."

"Wait—wait," Lestrade made a stop gesture, "How do you know it's Will the Ogre?"

Because she had seen pictures of Will.

Jessica almost said this seemingly flawless answer, but the sudden return of reason stopped it in time.

She clearly recognized Will by his voice, because she couldn't see.

"Because he told me his name was Will," Jessica chuckled, the pain tearing her forehead made her smile ugly, "it shouldn't be a coincidence, should it?"

"But……"

"That's Will." Sherlock dropped this conclusion blankly, "He is in a family air-raid shelter during World War II, probably under a private villa in the suburbs, where an accidental murder occurred, and the victim was a little boy , You go to check the relevant criminal records."

Lestrade looked at Jessica in bewilderment, then at Sherlock, still doubtful.

"Tell me again what happened before you fell into a coma." Sherlock turned to face Jessica, his voice without any emotion.

"I heard the door open and then footsteps, and I thought it was Will, but a pair of thin hands grabbed my arm, and I recognized Wendy's hand because she was dragging it like that at first. I……"

"Wait, did you hear footsteps?"

Sherlock's expression was stern, and even Lestrade was sullen and silent.

"Yes," Jessica closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, "very clear."

"Did you hear that when Will came here before?"

"I..." Jessica was confused for a moment, she took a deep breath, and rummaged through her memory, "No," she said with more certainty, "No."

Sherlock didn't show any unexpected expression, as if everything was in his expectation, "Wendy chose to carry you in a wheelchair, which made me wonder for a long time, but after finding her car today, I found out that as a healthy person, the backup It's weird to have a wheelchair in the box all year round, not to mention the signs of frequent use, but if Will is in a wheelchair, everything makes sense. There are no footsteps, because he can't walk."

"That makes sense." Lestrade nodded. "And this person has a very close relationship with Wendy. I'm going to check on the elderly people who use wheelchairs nearby! The range is much smaller!"

He was about to leave in a hurry, but he stopped abruptly at the door. When he came back, he looked embarrassed and made up the part of greeting Jessica's body, but was waved away by the helpless Jessica.

Sherlock watched coldly, without the excitement at all, which made Jessica wonder if the ages of the two should be reversed.But seeing that he opened his mouth to say something, Jessica quickly stopped him from saying goodbye.

"I need an explanation, Sherlock." She looked straight into Sherlock's eyes.

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