[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"what's up?"

"No one seems to have told me that Sherlock has a senior brother..."

Lestrade complained a few words before turning to the topic.

"Probably yesterday. Sherlock suddenly discovered that his brother had bugged the entire house, and they reportedly had a frenzied argument on the phone in front of two strange 'agents' .”

Jessica is not surprised that Mycroft would do this. He has always been a very controlling person, and he is used to expressing his "love" for his family in his own way.

If only the Sherlock Holmes brothers had an emotion called love.

"But in the blink of an eye, Sherlock was studying the nearly one hundred hours of recordings with a grim face, and he couldn't miss even a little abnormal noise. I really don't know why, but...forget it, I have to continue listening to these recordings gone."

Lestrade hung up the phone with a long sigh.

"Well, good luck."

Jessica also hung up the phone.

The sky was already bright, and the noise outside the window gradually became louder.She was lying on the hospital bed, as if she had been abandoned by the fast-moving world together with this closed ward.

But no one needs her, is there?

"Look who's coming!"

The door was slammed open, slammed against the wall and bounced back.While Jessica was taken aback, she saw Raymond, who didn't know how to be polite, as a matter of course.

"We're coming with you, Jessica," he said, grinning, and beckoning the man at the door to come in desperately.

"Uh, hi." Harry walked over with a shyness that didn't match the hippie fan's clothes, and greeted Jessica on the bed apologetically, "I said I should have said hello in advance , but Ray..."

"It's okay, Harry," Jessica forced a smile, "it's great to have you here."

Indeed, with her current mood, what could be more healing than seeing a crooked couple in front of her eyes?

****

Lestrade brought several tapes to the listening room, which was completely occupied by Sherlock.The earphones were pressed against the head of this young man, and his closed-eyed fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.

"How, what did you find?" Lestrade asked casually, without expecting any answer, but took a few sheets of paper from his hand while the other party was not paying attention.

A few words, or half-words, just a prefix, were scrawled on the paper.Lestrade looked at it for a long time in a daze, but still gave up, "I'm serious, Sherlock, have you achieved anything?"

Sherlock withdrew his hand on the table, propped his chin instead, focused his eyes on one point and said, "Have you ever wondered why Wendy appeared at my house at that time?"

"Maybe..." Lestrade thought for a moment and said, "She leaked information to you on purpose so that we could arrive in time to save Jessica? We all agree that Wendy let Jessica go on purpose, no? ?"

"Yes," Sherlock nodded, "but I'm inclined to believe that her actions are full of urgency, and she won't have time for any careful planning. And at first, I just wanted to see how she was doing it." The one who sent that letter..."

"What letter?"

Sherlock didn't answer his question, but frowned and continued: "But I found a little unusual noise, very slight..."

Lestrade was a little confused, "What kind of noise?"

"I don't know..." Sherlock rubbed his temples, rarely showing a look of helplessness, "But I always feel that something is wrong..."

"Relax, Sherlock," Lestrade patted him on the shoulder, "Speaking of which, you just said, what letter?"

"It's just a letter that appeared suddenly, it's not important," Sherlock said, putting on the earphones again, "There must be some clues in it..."

"Wait, wait," Lestrade stopped Sherlock, took the headset off his head and put it on the table, "You should take a break, by the way, Jessica just called me ..."

Sherlock's expression froze for a moment, but then returned to indifference in an instant.

"What's the matter?" Lestrade stopped in doubt.

Sherlock snorted, but said nothing.

What happened between them?Lestrade touched his head, decided not to get involved in this kind of thing, and only said cautiously: "Uh, she said, she thinks Will and Joseph's grandfather——Hannibal Lecter is a people, because they're all in...wheelchairs?"

"No," Sherlock decisively denied this possibility, "Jay...I mean, they look so different, I can't believe Jay...Anyway, impossible."

"Hmm," Lestrade nodded slowly, "If you keep talking like this, I don't know if I can tolerate you."

"You have to put up with it," Sherlock countered with a sneering look on his face, "I'm helping you solve the case, officer."

"Thank you for reminding me." Lestrade took a step back exaggeratedly, "I always thought you were here to satisfy my special hobbies."

Sherlock gave him a cold look.

****

"You don't seem to be in a good mood," Harry handed over an apple, "Do you want to go for a walk?"

Jessica glanced at Raymond who was sleeping soundly beside him, "Okay, let's go."

Perhaps Raymond was not a good company. In fact, Jessica was able to refrain from arguing with him entirely because of her precocious nature.But Harry is definitely a caring, nice boy, if you can't be put off by his tattoos all over his arm in the first place.

"I got my first tattoo when I was 14 and my mum died..."

Harry told the story behind each tattoo one by one, and Jessica listened carefully.They wandered the less traveled garden paths, among the pansies and gladiolus, until Jessica got tired and they sat on a bench next to a blooming apricot.

"So," Harry seemed to take a breath out of himself, looking up into her face, "do you want to talk?"

Jessica knew what he meant.She was really out of shape today, sinking into her own thoughts from time to time, for example, when Harry talked about his first love just now, she thought of herself uncontrollably.

So Harry had to call her several times in a row.

"I think so," Jessica sighed, "I should talk about..."

She stammers about the "little disagreement" between her and Sherlock, but hides the key facts, and she's a typical "girlfriend" in it.

"It's normal for couples to quarrel," said Harry, "you don't have to feel embarrassed."

"Uh...cough," Jessica cleared her throat with an unspeakable mix of weirdness, guilt, secret joy, etc., for the declaration of "couple", "Anyway, I mean, the relationship between us The time is over."

"Because of that irremediable..." Harry said, confused, "the brutal truth?"

"Yes, that's it." Jessica shrugged, "Sorry I can't tell you."

"It's okay," Harry cupped his face in thought, "I don't know how unreconcilable that is...but it sounds like he already knew?"

"It seems... yes."

"But he didn't say, behaved as usual?"

"Yes."

"And then you know he knows, so..." Harry said hesitantly, "Unilaterally announce that it's all over?"

"Basically, but," Jessica argued, "but he's been avoiding the question, saying he can't accept the 'hard truth,' so we're done, that's it."

"You realize you're wrong, don't you?" Harry laughed suddenly, he shook his head helplessly, and said in a persuasive tone, "If he can't accept the truth, then the moment he starts to doubt, it's over for you, rather than depending on your mood."

"But," Jessica bit her lower lip, "but, he was indeed determined at that time..."

"My dear," Harry patted her hand, revealing two dimples, "Maybe I'm wrong, but Sherlock obviously can't accept the truth, but you know he knows the truth, understand? I Don't know why, but he doesn't seem to be very talkative, you should have an open and honest conversation."

Jessica's mind was in a mess.Harry seemed to be right, but it turned out that no one could speculate on the brain circuit of a "genius".

Moreover, she knew that Sherlock knew she was Katie, what was so hard to accept?They both made mistakes and owe each other an apology, that's all.With Sherlock's personality, he doesn't get to the bottom of supernatural events such as resurrection from dead bodies and bizarre car accidents, but instead avoids them like snakes and scorpions, which is very strange in itself.

Maybe Sherlock feels that this supernatural phenomenon has ruined his cognition of the objective world all the time, so he wants to escape reality like an ostrich?

"Maybe we should be honest," Jessica murmured, looking down. "Thank you, Harry."

"No problem," Harry smiled, "if it helps you."

"Of course I can." Jessica took a deep breath, feeling the breath of the surrounding plants again, and half of the tightness in her chest disappeared.She raised her head to bask in the sun, her heart was beating vigorously, and her whole body became light.

Of course, some hidden worries are still hidden under the calm water, but she just wants to experience the vitality of this moment.

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