[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Jessica watched as Sherlock took the bloody body out of the freezer.

"Build them one by one..." he said solemnly, "it can withstand a big enough impact."

His arms were stiff and his movements were mechanical, and the molten liquid flowed from his fingers.

Jessica stood with her arms folded, and could clearly feel the ups and downs of his indifferent exterior.

"Even with a brick wall behind us, we could be killed by falling bricks. What's more, these things that are supposed to be 'food'...they can't even be stacked."

If she showed such a sarcasm, it was on purpose.

Sherlock gave her a patient look, put the flashlight on the ground, and awkwardly placed an object that looked like an upper arm on the ground with the faint light.

His fingers dug into the skin of the "upper arm", which made the former forensic doctor Jessica look away.

But when she opened her mouth to ask Sherlock to stop doing these useless efforts, she suddenly found herself still angry at his self-assertion.

And the instigator is pretending to be innocent and passing in front of her again.

"Stop it, Sherlock!" Jessica finally couldn't help shouting out, "You and I both know that's not your real intention!"

Sherlock paused and turned to look at her.

"Look at us now," she waved her hands somewhat angrily, "look at that 'arm', it's so small. If you were more sincere, you should remove the lid of the freezer, but they are also too small and thin .Unfortunately, the door of the dugout was smashed by the falling elevator. Admit it, we can't find a perfect barrier."

She stared intently into Sherlock's face, "And you insist on making a huge explosion, doesn't that mean something?"

Sherlock lowered his head and cleared his throat, "You're right. Maybe remove the lid of the freezer and add these body parts..."

"We're all going to be blown up," Jessica interrupted him impatiently. "Are you crazy? No matter what you plan to do, it won't work. You shouldn't be watching so many movies."

"Then we're all going to starve to death," Sherlock said. "It's better for one person to survive than both. If you have any sanity left, you should understand."

"I..." she said as calmly as possible, holding back her anger, "if someone had to die, it should be me, it had to be me. Listen, Sherlock, I don't want to explain why, but..."

"I don't see the need for that," Sherlock seemed to shrug in the dark, and then said uncertainly, "not to mention it's just classical chivalry, ladies first... or something."

Jessica almost laughed angrily.

She took a deep breath and slowed down her speech: "Listen to me, Sherlock, this is why I always treat you like a child."

The person on the opposite side immediately exuded a substantive low pressure, which was deliberately ignored by Jessica.

"You and I don't care about those damn chivalry," she bit every word hard, "I want you to live, because I have a very important reason, which is the most appropriate decision under rational analysis. You I know that some supernatural things will happen to me...I don't want to say too much, but you have to understand that I am willing to die, not because..."

She coughed, "Not because I love you - we'll talk about that later - but because it makes sense and is the best fit for the situation. And you, you're puffing up and just wanting to prove that you're grown up And it's not mature at all, or more directly, it's very childish."

Sherlock bowed his head and remained silent. Jessica was keenly aware of the slightly trembling spots on the ground, which were Sherlock's trembling hands.

So she deliberately added fuel to the fire, "You can't continue to fantasize about being a superhero who saves the world, so be more mature, little Xiali."

Almost instantly, Sherlock's whole body and the dazzling light rushed over.He stood straight in front of her, the light of the flashlight outlining his cold and hard jaw.

Jessica shrank back in fright. She raised her head slightly and saw a sullen face.

"I..." His lips curled down, his voice full of annoyance, "I don't care what secrets you have, how you live and how you die, even if you are a Medusa or a siren, I don't care at all .But my decision is also rational, and it is not a 'piss off' at all."

His chest heaved under the fabric of his shirt, and Jessica couldn't help but surrender, but still said stiffly, "You are, because you are egomaniac, chauvinist, and have no respect for the wishes of others... ..."

She accused indiscriminately, her gaze moved from Sherlock's Adam's apple to his pursed lips, and then to those light eyes, startled by the deep anger contained in them.

She immediately closed her mouth, bowed her head guiltyly, but still did not forget to add: "In short, you are just here to satisfy your salvation addiction."

"You're wrong," said Sherlock's stern voice from above her head, "that's only because I love you."

"what?"

Jessica jerked her head up and hit the hard wall with the back of her head, making a loud bang.

Ignoring the pain in the back of her head, she quickly looked at the person in front of her from top to bottom, suspecting that she had heard wrong.

Sherlock stood very close to her, his whole body seemed to be covered in frost, exuding a cold breath, looking at her as if looking at an enemy.

"I mean," he glanced indifferently at her hand rubbing the back of her head, and there seemed to be a little schadenfreude in his eyes, "I love you."

Jessica felt that she had hit too hard just now, and she couldn't even think clearly.She froze for a while, then said without thinking, "I was your nanny, Sherlock."

Sherlock's face turned colder, "I think we can let this go."

"But..." Jessica tried hard to get her brain to function like a mess, "but I'm a ghost, and I'll come back from a dead body..."

"I told you, I don't care."

How did things turn out like this?

Jessica stared blankly at Sherlock, who stared back at her blankly.She couldn't ask any other questions, so she could only nod her head, pretending to understand the situation, "So I guess that's it...?"

Sherlock also nodded, his tone as cold as a stranger talking about the weather in the elevator, "Can I kiss you now?"

Jessica stared, and it took a long time to react, "Why?"

"Because it's part of the procedure."

If someone else said the same thing, Jessica would definitely slap him and tell him to go away.But for some reason, Sherlock said this with a convincing degree of credibility, making people feel that this is indeed an indispensable part.

Shouldn't kissing after "I love you" be in the bible?

Jessica thought she might be crazy, she shook her head, not sure if she was nodding or shaking her head.Looking up, Sherlock was staring at her lips.

Anyway, that's what it says in the Bible.

I don't know who moved first.In the end Jessica wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck and ran her hands through his soft curls.This movement was a bit strenuous for her, so a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, and with a slight lift, her feet left the ground.

Her back was pressed against the wall, their noses bumped together.It was so quiet that one could hear one's breath.There was a snap, and the only light source went out.

In the darkness, a pair of lips covered her lips, and kissed her lips deeply and lightly.

This may not be the most romantic place in the world, closed and cold, the air is humid and bloody, and there are nameless corpses scattered not far away.Not to mention that they don't know if they can survive.

But none of that matters.

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///The following is a complaint, don't read it

This chapter is about suicide

I feel like going without cp

When can I become an old driver!

ps Secretly say that this chapter is not finished...