My years as a menswear boss

After getting married, Watson put all his energy into building his own small home, and rarely came to 221B.

Jiqiu replaced Watson as Sherlock Holmes' recorder, but she would never be able to present the whole case in front of everyone's eyes like Watson, and she only recorded useful clues dryly every time.

But fortunately, Holmes was satisfied. He even felt that Watson spent so many modifiers that affected his perception of the case.

She started the daily battle of wits with Sherlock Holmes on Baker Street. In order to save the great detective from taking a lot of drugs, Jiqiu tried every means.

Although she knew that Holmes might live to the age of raising bees in the countryside, she was extremely disgusted with those little things that could make a great detective full of energy.

"Mr. Holmes, if I complete the next commission before you, then you must eat well and sleep well for the next half month!"

Jiqiu took the pipe away from Holmes and stuffed a handful of toffee into his hand.

The living room has been filled with smoke for several days, and her patience has been reduced to the lowest level.

"Watson doesn't care about this." Holmes pinched the base of his nose expressionlessly, and his tone even revealed a trace of pitiful incongruity.

"Watson is Watson. You must know that your roommate is me, Mr. Holmes." Jiqiu forced out a smile.

The real Sherlock Holmes, as written in the book, hates red tape in society, is rigorous and rigid, and has an amazing, smart and calm brain.

But through getting along with each other on a daily basis, Jiqiu found that Mr. Detective has a delicate mind and can perfectly play the role of a person who makes strangers get closer to each other quickly, but all of this is for the purpose of obtaining useful information.

Jiqiu crossed her legs on the sofa, flipping through the pink envelope delivered an hour ago, with a thick note inside.

It is an appointment commission, it is very important to write this matter carefully in the letter, and it even involves the European royal family.

"It's mysterious." Ji Qiu shook the heavy paper, the first time she saw such a good paper.

"Use what you have learned recently, and analyze it." Holmes rested his chin on his folded hands, and his gray eyes were rarely refreshed.

"It's not paper made in Britain." Jiqiu relied on the light to refract it. The paper has complex textures and the name of the maker is embedded.

This kind of paper is usually made into exquisite bookmarks, but the owner of this paper used it as letter paper. It is worthy of being produced by the royal family.she

Extract the letters from the paper and write them on a piece of paper. I ran over the word 'EglowEglonitz' in my mind and found nothing. I handed the note to Holmes, "Don't expect a person who has only learned it for two months to give the source. land."

"This is German." Holmes took a large brown volume from the shelf and flipped through it. "Made in Bohemia."

Jiqiu willingly bowed to the wind, she really didn't expect this kind of situation, especially when it comes to trace science, her level is far from that of Sherlock Holmes.

"Holmes, I love your brain very much." Jiqiu said unconsciously.

If other people heard it, they might identify her as a perverted killer, but Holmes just sarcastically blocked the rest of her words, "It's a pity you didn't."

"Holmes!"

"Watson." Holmes lifted his eyes from the book, and looked calmly at his furious assistant.

"Stop being Watson, it's useless if Washington comes!" Jiqiu's forehead was tense.

"Long time no see." Holmes finished his sentence slowly.

Jiqiu turned her head and found that at some point the military doctor was standing behind her in a woolen coat.

"Did I come at the wrong time?" Watson looked at the Shura field in front of him, his face tangled.

"No." Holding his breath in his chest, Ji Qiu gave up on himself and lay down on the sofa.

"My dear Watson, it appears that you are leading the exact opposite of mine. You have gained more than seven pounds."

Holmes quickly filled the pipe with shredded tobacco, and he was sure that his assistant would not reveal his true nature in front of Watson.

"It's seven pounds." Watson swallowed the persuasive words and corrected them solemnly.

But he faced Holmes, "at least seven and a half pounds."

"Watson, have you regained your old career? I wish you success in your career~" Jiqiu never hesitated to praise and bless the only gentleman in 221b.

"Huh? I didn't say I planned to practice medicine." Watson looked at her in surprise.

"And a clumsy maid," added Holmes.

Watson felt that he couldn't keep any secrets from the two little friends, and sighed, "Yes, a maid named Mary Jane, it's really terrible. The degree of carelessness can be said to be hopeless." Save. I've fired her. How the hell do you know?"

"Because your leather boots have already displayed all the information. There are several cracks on the inside of the shoes. It can be seen that an inexperienced maid tried to scrape the mud off the heels, but scratched the surface of the boots. . These boots are still

Made of sealskin, it was your favorite style in the past, but it was not immune to mud marks, and it could push you to get wet. " Jiqiu raised the corners of his mouth, and looked at Holmes with some complacency.

"The fact that you practiced medicine, when you came into the room, you smelled of the doctor's iodine. There was still a dark spot of silver nitrate on the right index finger, and the right side of the top hat was bulging, where the stethoscope had been placed. It is obvious that you have been actively treating people recently." Holmes explained easily.

Watson felt that a new Shura field seemed to be rekindled in front of him, and he was speechless for a while, before choking out a sentence, "If you lived in the witch hunts centuries ago, you would definitely be killed. People are tied to the stake."

Holmes lighted his pipe indifferently. He was more like an atheist. In his eyes, the so-called dark witch hunts were all a means to eliminate dissidents.

Jiqiu didn't care much more. She, a person with infinite reincarnation, is the least afraid of life and death. As long as she controls herself and doesn't give out unnecessary emotions, she can live well by herself.

"By the way, Watson. We have received a very interesting commission~" Jiqiu looked at the military doctor who had become more mature and steady with bright eyes.

"Oh?" Watson raised his eyebrows, and looked at her with warm brown eyes inclusively, "What kind of commission is it, Gary?"

Watson has always regarded Jiqiu as his junior, and at some point he even went against his old friend for her. The image of Jiqiu coming to 221B from the stinky alley half a year ago left a deep impression on him. That Even though his face is rosy now, the boy who is as thin as a little monkey has not diminished his love for him.

If Jiqiu is willing, he even wants to adopt her with Mary as his adopted daughter.

But he saw that Jiqiu was more suitable to stay in 221B. The appearance of the little girl and Sherlock Holmes was very different, but Watson had long realized that the two had similar souls.

Jiqiu happily described the information she knew. Just as Watson was about to say something, he heard someone yank the doorbell.