[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"It should be said, how did you become like this?"

His kneecaps were on the cold floor, and his head was still hanging.Dr. Lecter finally ran his hands slowly along the grain of the fabric, taking the shirt from him with ease.

"No matter how you speculate and conjecture in your heart," Dr. Lecter said unhurriedly as the shirt was laid flat on his lap, "you have to make it clear that those are all arbitrary and without evidence. "

"No matter how I speculate, if you can endure all this, you will definitely get the same benefits as you gave." He paused, "I can only think of one thing."

Doctor Lecter's face became harsh for a moment, but he quickly relaxed his cold lines, and turned to say compassionately: "You will regret your arbitrariness just now, Sherlock."

"So," he looked up, "you can tell your truth."

"It's not 'my fact,' boy," said Dr. Lecter with a kind smile, "it's the truth. You know Joseph who... lost his parents when he was young and witnessed some harrowing scenes , even the most hard-hearted adult can't bear it. I once said that you were my last patient, which is not true, Joseph was my last patient, and my most failed treatment experience .”

Dr. Lecter motioned him to stand up, moved the handle himself to the window, and seated him in the armchair.

He silently complied, and Dr. Lecter went on: "Everything was fine at first, and Joseph grew up like a normal kid, and he had everything a kid should have, except a whole family.

"I thought that the childhood trauma would go away with time, and his performance confirmed my thoughts. He may be the kindest child in the world. The withering of vegetation can make him sad. Everyone in the community The stray cats knew him. Wendy loved him to death and said Joe was the sweetest kid in the world, and he was.

"It was only later that things gradually changed.

"First we moved to Holmes Chapel, which upset Joseph, but he didn't say anything. Then I went to work, and the family came and went, and he didn't like so many strangers, so he usually stayed in hiding. in the room……"

"Let me interrupt," he said, "Joseph seems to be different from what you said."

"I know," Dr. Lecter waved his hand without being annoyed by the interruption, "he will definitely say that I locked him in. And that's the crux of the matter. I found out that he has serious ...I don't know, maybe violent tendencies."

He looked at the scenery outside the window, frowned, and didn't answer.

"His temper is getting more and more repetitive, and his personality is far less easy-going than before. At first he begged me to move back to the place where we lived, but I refused. Maybe I was not very patient that time. You know, after receiving a lot of After the patient. But I never imagined that when I woke up from a dream that night, Joseph was standing by my bedside with a knife, looking at me blankly, as if looking at a dead person.

"From then on, I found out that my beloved child, not related by blood but far more than kin, my Joe, wanted to kill me.

"I tried to stay calm, but I couldn't stop Joseph from changing. I started to guard against him, but on the surface we were still close family members. But Wendy was different. I don't know what happened. Her love for Joseph gradually became I lost my fear, and finally became his loyal servant. From now on, I have one more person to guard against. In fact, in this family, there is no one I can trust."

When Dr. Lecter said this, he coughed vigorously for a while, and waited until the ups and downs in his chest subsided before continuing.

"So when I was standing on the stairs one day and was pushed down from behind, I wasn't very surprised. Joseph's desire for control was growing, and he could no longer tolerate the original authority in this house, so I started pretending I had Alzheimer's after I broke my leg, which is no surprise at my age. I don't know if Joseph suspected it, but I know it doesn't matter to him anymore."

Dr. Lecter put his hand on his leg and stroked it slowly, looking nostalgic.

"I'm sorry, Doctor," he whispered, looking down.

"Don't worry about this, Sherlock," Dr. Lecter looked at him, with an inexplicable light in his eyes, "I know you have many questions, such as why I gave in to a half-old child, such as why Joseph went to prison I still pretend to be demented, or do I know what Joseph did... Wait, I can answer you..."

"You don't have to answer me, you just need to tell me..." He hesitated for a moment, suddenly a little speechless.

The wheelchair in Wendy's trunk and the man without footsteps in the air-raid shelter hovered in his mind, and the figure of Will in the wheelchair in his imagination gradually overlapped with the person in the wheelchair in front of him.

If Jessica hadn't said categorically that it was Will's voice, he would definitely think Dr. Lecter was the one manipulating everything.

"What do you want to ask?" Dr. Lecter moved the wheelchair to the table and reached for the teacup with difficulty. "I will answer you honestly."

Like a sledgehammer hitting his temple, there was a sudden buzzing in his head.Vaguely similar pictures emerged one after another in fragments. Will stretched out his hand to pick up the teacup on the table... His calm look made him very annoyed... "I will answer you honestly."

He clenched his fists angrily...his hands were much smaller then...knuckles were starting to turn white...he glanced at Will, who was holding his teacup steadily with one hand...with only one hand Will life be difficult?

He froze suddenly.

Why doesn't he remember that Will has only one hand?

He tried desperately to recall Will's appearance, voice, and their conversations in panic, but the memories he thought were clear became more and more blurred, like silk torn into strips, tightly wrapped around his neck, almost Make him crazy.

"Sherlock."

As if coming from afar, Dr. Lecter called his name.

With a crisp finger snap, he seemed to wake up from a nightmare and returned to reality in an instant.

"what happened to you?"

He looked blankly at Dr. Lecter's worried eyes, and opened his mouth, "It's nothing..."

Will's face suddenly popped out clearly and merged with the face in front of him.Oh no, the cheekbones are not so high, the face is not so wrinkled, and even the eye color is different.He and Lecter are two completely different people.

Except...he frowned, except he couldn't remember if Will was really missing a hand.

Nobody can change a face like this, can they?

He suppressed the doubts and inexplicable worries in his heart, "Sorry, I was distracted."

"It's okay," Dr. Lecter smiled inclusively, "You should rest more. Just said, what do you want to know?"

"It's just," he concealed the hesitation in his heart, "it's just that Wendy has had a close relationship with anyone before?"

"I'm really sorry, I can't help you. You know she doesn't listen to me anymore. Maybe Joseph will know more, and even say that he is the mastermind behind the scenes."

Dr. Lecter's words were very sincere, his only movable upper body was slightly raised, he looked frank and unreserved, and his suggestion was quite serious.

But he always felt something was wrong.

"Are you saying Joseph is manipulating Wendy?"

"I can't think of any other possibility." Dr. Lecter shrugged.

Suddenly there was a sound of broken porcelain from downstairs, accompanied by a woman cursing.The noise interrupted their conversation.Dr. Lecter tilted his head as he was used to, and smiled at him apologetically.

"Nancy always does, sorry."

Looking at the gentle face of the other party, he nodded slowly.

"I think I should go."

Dr. Lecter did not keep him, but followed him with his eyes.He turned around at the door and found Lecter looking at him calmly and firmly.

"Sherlock, I've always been very fond of you, you know that, don't you?"

"I know."

Without looking back, he walked down the stairs without stopping, leaving the slightly lonely figure behind.

The irritable Nancy was standing at the bottom of the stairs holding a bowl of baby food with no visible ingredients, looking at him with contempt.

"I told you he was stupid," Nancy mocked, "you know now?"

"Yes, I see." He nodded hurriedly, and walked around Nancy to the gate.

Nancy seemed to say "crazy" again, and he ignored the woman's nervous complaints and walked out onto the street in one breath.The cold sweat on the back soaked the shirt, and a gust of wind blew through, and the cold gradually penetrated into the bone marrow.

He took one last look back at the house, at the darkened window.

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