My years as a menswear boss

Jiqiu came to London Prison for the first time and met Hockley who surrendered himself.

David Hockley sat comfortably on a wooden hammock, leaning against the wall.The cell he was in was completely different from other prisoners, the room was neat and clean, except for the lingering musty smell in the air, it was even better than the hotel where Ji Qiu had just seen him.

"Long time no see, Mr. Gary." Hockley greeted with a smile.

"It seems that you are living comfortably." Jiqiu lowered his eyelids and glanced at the food tray on the ground, "Hockley, you have to know that no matter what your reasons are, the intentional killing will still not change. of."

"I know this very well, and I have never denied the crimes I committed." Hockley still had that calm smile on his face.

She looked at the man in front of her coldly, relaxed as if he wasn't the one who had brought a huge topic to London these days. "You're really big, Mr. Hockley."

Seeing that Hockley closed his eyes and rested his mind, and stopped talking to her, Jiqiu turned and left the preferential treatment cell without any regrets.

"This is the kitchen, where is your master!?" The round-faced cook stared ferociously at the skinny boy who barged in.

Jiqiu raised his head and raised the beret on his head, "Sorry, I accidentally got lost. I was brought by Warden Williams to visit Mr. Hockley."

"That Mr. Hockley?" The cook withdrew her glaring gaze and returned to the chopping board to continue kneading the dough.

"Ma'am, you also know Mr. Hockley." Jiqiu walked around the stove and came to the cook who was kneading the dough.

"Of course. Everyone in London doesn't know Mr. Hockley. The dinner I'm cooking now is for Mr. Hockley." The cook didn't lift her eyes, she focused on kneading the dough and dusting the flour.

"My God, is the food in the prison so good?" Jiqiu exclaimed in surprise, pretending to be a child.

"How is it possible? Mr. Hockley's three meals are all cooked separately. Thank God that ordinary prison rice bread doesn't get moldy." The cook rolled the noodles into a long strip and cut three times on it with a knife.

"It is said that Mr. Hockley's works are very popular with the public. I wonder if you have heard of them?" Jiqiu watched the cook put the bread into the oven.

"Oh, yes. I mean, I like "Moon on the Sea" very much. I used to be a cook for the earl's family, and I was lucky enough to learn to read newspapers. "Moon on the Sea" was still published in newspapers at that time.

A version chased to the end. The cook seemed to have recovered, her eyes dimmed, "I wrote to Mr. Christie, and he answered my boring questions very gently.I mentioned in my letter that I was a cook, but Mr. Christie did not discriminate against me for it.On the contrary, he gave me a lot of encouragement. "

"If, I want to say, Mr. Christie didn't steal the fruits of other people's labor. He wrote the trilogy of sea, land and air by himself, wouldn't you feel better?" Jiqiu tilted his head.

"What are you kidding?!" The cook's eyes widened in surprise.

"Now only you can prove Mr. Christie's innocence." Jiqiu paused and continued, "You just need to mix a sea fish with the beef when preparing Mr. Hockley's dinner. Try not to let him taste like fish .”

The next day, Jiqiu came to London Prison in a carriage. She greeted Warden Williams yesterday, and the jailer standing at the door did not stop her and went straight to Hockley's cell.

Today Hockley's cell was not as deserted as yesterday. There were five guards standing in the narrow aisle. Warden Williams was also inside, watching the doctor nervously examine Hockley.

"I know what's wrong with Mr. Hockley." Ji Qiu cleared his throat and said crisply.Success made those present focus on her.

"He is allergic to seafood." Jiqiu ignored everyone's eyes and walked in front of Mr. Hockley, "Then, Mr. Hawkley. I really want to know why children who grow up eating fish and black bread are allergic to seafood? "

Hockley felt a tingling itch. He scratched the red envelope on his arm and began to ooze blood. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Okay, then I will tell you." Jiqiu glanced at the people present, "Let's start from the day you wrote Christie, you wrote a letter and made up a cousin in London.

After arriving in London, you book a room at the Nicole Hotel.Then you go to his residence to find him at the address Christie gave you.

You take him to the tavern opposite the hotel in Deep Lane for a drink. Christie is a middle-aged man who can't drink, and his residence doesn't even have a bottle of wine.

Getting him drunk was easy.Then you start to implement your crime process.

Before leaving, you purposely rummaged through the envelope box that Christie placed under the tea table.Not even the blind can see Christie's obsessive-compulsive disorder. "

Jiqiu paused for a moment, then continued, "In the end, you only need to wait to be discovered, and all your plans are completed. From the beginning to the end, your goal is the honor of Bill Christie, not Christie. "

"Fabrication." Hockley said while suppressing an itch, his face was no longer a warm smile, but was covered with pustules, and his expression was somewhat ferocious.

"Am I talking nonsense, just need Scotland Yard to send someone to the small town in "Moon on the Sea", hold a photo of you and Christie, and ask them which one they know."

Jiqiu didn't feel too much pride in his heart, he just felt that the man in front of him was hateful and pathetic.

The prison guards in the London Prison were all shocked by Jiqiu's reasoning. After a while, Warden Williams moved and opened his mouth in surprise, "Mr. Gary, is what you said true?"

"Yes~ Hockley and Christie studied classical literature when they were studying at the University of London. Christie has always disliked flowery rhetoric, so he performed mediocrely during college.

Christie lived by the sea until she was ten years old, and later came to London because of her father's change of official position.

Including "Moths in the Air" is also a tribute to his first love that died without a disease.The lady of Hill's prototype is distinguished. I can't tell who she is, but I can use my reputation to guarantee that Hill really exists. "

Jiqiu looked at Williams flatly, and glanced at Hockley, "Mr. Hockley has a country gentleman father, he received good tutoring from tutors since he was a child, and he is really talented in reading, so he was admitted to the University of London.

By chance, he wrote a long Greek poem and became a famous figure in the college, but after graduation, the works he submitted hit the wall everywhere, and his classmate, Christie, emerged in the literary world and became a beloved writer. "

"...What do you know, you...how do you understand the feeling of falling to the bottom with so many stars!" Hockley hoarsely roared.

"I really don't understand, but I know. Jealousy can turn into a devil." Jiqiu didn't even want to give him alms, "what is waiting for you is the court's decision, whether you are locked in prison for the rest of your life, or sent to the gallows , has nothing to do with me."

Jiqiu walked out of the prison and looked up at the gloomy sky, wondering if the sun would come out when the day of the trial came.