My years as a menswear boss

Jiqiu was going to look for Grossi, but bumped into Jacob who was hurrying. She rubbed her sore forehead, "Is there something important that makes you not look at the road?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Master!" Jacob hurriedly helped Jiqiu up from the ground, "There is indeed something urgent, Giovanni Pacelli is dead."

Jiqiu immediately caught the familiar name, "Another cardinal who might become Pope?"

She has studied the family origins of all cardinals. This 55-year-old cardinal Pacelli, who is of noble birth, is very likely to be the candidate for the next pope. He almost meets all the opposite conditions of the previous pope.

"How did you die?" She was curious about this.

Jacob swallowed, "He was choked to death."

"Huh? This is a bit outrageous." Jiqiu said.

"I have to persuade the master to leave this place that may be cursed as soon as possible!" Jacob left Jiqiu behind and rushed to Dantès' office.

'Since you can't touch the corpse, it's better not to reason. Jiqiu shrugged her shoulders indifferently, she walked to the other side of the living room and knocked on Grossi's door.

"Master Luoxi?" Seeing the person coming, Grossi's expression became gentle, and he turned sideways to let Jiqiu in.

"Well, are you comfortable living here?" Jiqiu looked at the room full of sunlight and exchanged greetings.

"This is the best rest I've had in 17 years, and I couldn't be more satisfied, sir."

Grossi replied that he behaved neither humble nor overbearing, and could not find any mistakes in etiquette.

"Well, I found out some news about your relatives." Jiqiu said softly, and she saw that Grossi had no expression on his face.

So he continued, "Unfortunately, your aunt has passed away, and she left a son who now lives at the foot of the Palatine Hill. If you want to get together with blood relatives, I can ask my father to send him You go."

"You don't have to be so careful, I have already prepared for the outcome of the matter. I was deeply impressed by being caught and sold in the market when I was young. It was an unforgettable memory. I once asked a kind admirer I have investigated my own life experience." Grossi smiled, but he made Jiqiu feel relieved.

"You are a very tough person, Mr. Grossi." Jiqiu praised her, and she asked curiously, "Do you have any plans for the future?"

"My physical imperfection will never allow me to be a normal man, and I can only go to work in certain small theaters, so that I can offer work contracts that are very loose for me." Grossi said.

"But you haven't thought about it. You didn't leave the theater in a fair manner. If the original boss finds out, he will still take you back."

Grossi lowered his eyes in silence. He had thought about this possibility, having grown up in the theater.

But apart from singing, the only way he can go is to prostitute himself. After all, he doesn't have the strength of a man, and it is impossible for him to be married as a woman. No matter where he goes, he will not be accepted.

"If you don't mind, you can be a model for me." Looking at Grossi's angelic face, Jiqiu had an idea in his heart, "I prefer painting, but I'm only good at landscapes and busts, so I want to find A fixed model to practice with me."

"You are my benefactor, it will be my honor if I can help you." Grossi put his hands on his chest and bowed slightly.

"Just helping each other out."

Jiqiu found a suitable model and felt that a breakthrough in her painting skills was just around the corner. She looked through Grossi's biography again happily, and knowing the model's life was also very helpful for painting.

After all, a famous painting that will last forever is not only the superb skill of the painter, but also the story in the painting.

'Huh? She pulled out a few documents and found that there was a coincidence that the cardinal Johannes Graziano who spontaneously combusted in St. Peter's Square turned out to be a close friend of Grossi's father.The reason why Grossi's father was bankrupt and desperate was that he was deceived by a friend.

Jiqiu slides the paper slowly. To some extent, her innate dyslexia makes her obtain less detailed information on paper than in previous lives. Soon she finds another point of intersection, Cardinal Cosimo who drowned in the Tiber River. ? Migliorati had business dealings with Grossi's father.

She thought of Grossi's slender appearance, 'Is it really a coincidence? '

"Once you rule out all the impossibilities, no matter how unbelievable the rest is, it must be the truth." The long-lost deep voice rang in Jiqiu's ear.

Jiqiu looked around the bedroom where she was alone, and she knocked her head hard, why did she hear the life motto of her detective teacher.

In the end, Jiqiu couldn't hold back his curiosity, and privately asked the coachman Leo to investigate the trajectory of Grossi's departure from Venice.

But what she didn't expect was that the loyal Leo told Dantès about this matter.

"Simon asked you to investigate Grossi?" Dantès tapped his finger on the table lightly, he glanced at the two pitiful silver coins on the table, and waved for Leo to accept, "Then follow his instructions and investigate Bar."

"Yes, master." Leo put away the silver coins on the table.

When Leo left, Dantès asked Jacob suspiciously, "Am I usually harsh on him? This is the only reward for a servant."

"Uh, I think the young master is simply frugal." Jacob laughed dryly.

In fact, Jiqiu herself couldn’t understand her behavior. Every time she gave a tip, she reached into her pocket and already held a lot of coins, but her hand shook involuntarily, and she would only take out one or two coins.

She came down a few times and felt that it was influenced by the original owner of the body. From Simon Roche's short ten-year memory, she knew that this little girl really liked shiny things, especially gold, silver and gems.

Even though Jiqiu knew in her heart that her guardian could make her the most prodigal dude in the world, she still couldn't control her stingy nature.

Leo received a double reward from Dantès, and the speed of investigation was very fast, and the trajectory of his actions was found in the evening of the same day.

'The alley? Jiqiu looked at Grossi's road map, and she found that young people appeared in the alley where they met many times.

"Simon, is there something you're hiding from me?"

Dantès looked at the silent cub disguised as a small stone on the dining table, cleared his throat and asked.

Jiqiu put down the spoon, her expression was firm, "I want to go to the last market again."

Dantès couldn't help laughing at the cautious young man, "You look like you're on the battlefield."

Jiqiu looked at the gloating old father with dissatisfaction, "I'm serious!"

"Sorry, son, I'll just take you there." Dantès covered his mouth to suppress a smile.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiqiu knocked on the door in front of Dantès' bedroom, "Dad, get up quickly! We should go!"

After finishing combing, Dantès looked at his restless son, so he had no choice but to carry it out under his arm.

"Okay, this is the last time, next time I have to go out without having breakfast." Dantès combed the boy's messy curly hair with his hands, and it seemed that he only came out after washing.

The boy's curly brown hair was a bit rough, but it was very elastic. It felt like animal leather. Dantès rubbed it several times while smoothing the hair.

Jiqiu, who wanted to go to the alley, didn't know anything, and was still complaining that Leo couldn't drive the horse fast enough.

"Is this the place?" Dantès looked at the dirty and dark alley, he was not very happy to let the clean kid go in.

Jiqiu didn't care what the guardian thought, and walked in with her little leather boots. She touched the moss-covered bricks, ignoring the little bugs.

Tang Tai paced behind Jiqiu, watching what she was doing.

Jiqiu touched all the bricks, and none of them was loose, saying, "Impossible." '

"Simon?" Dantès looked at Jiqiu standing there, his white and tender hands had turned gray, he had a headache, "Maybe I can help you solve the problem in your heart?"

Jiqiu had no choice but to express his doubts.

"Do you think there is a secret door here that leads to the Sistine Chapel, and Grossi is the murderer of the two bishops?"

Dantès was a little surprised, he couldn't connect the beautiful young man with the serial killer in the Vatican.

"Graziano is a close friend of Grossi's father, Migliorati is a business partner of Grossi's father, Pacelli is the governor of Venice, and Grossi grew up in Venice. And he The time when he appeared in this alley was very close to the time when those three people were killed." Jiqiu stated his inference seriously.

Dantès also had to admit that he was influenced by the reasoning made by his son and began to doubt Grossi.

Before he met Father Faria before he was imprisoned in the Chateau d'If, he passed the long lonely time by counting bricks.The familiarity with bricks is much better than that of Jiqiu.

He slid his hand across the wet bricks, stopped shortly around the corner, and pressed down hard.

Jiqiu saw a narrow passage on the ground, she walked up to Dantès and checked where he was pressing, it happened to be in the corner, a place that was easily overlooked by others.

'It turned out to be true? Dantès didn't expect that there was a secret passage, so his son's reasoning was completely correct. He pressed the brick under his hand again, and the secret passage was closed again.

"You discovered this matter, what are you going to do?" Dantès was a little curious when he saw that Jiqiu became comfortable.

"Ask Grossi why he killed the three cardinals, and how he killed them."

Jiqiu had a smile on her face, she finally didn't have to suppress her detective instinct every night.

"Gone?"

"It's gone." The guardian Jiqiu's expression was a little strange, she seemed to think about his thoughts, "Do you want me to send Grossi to the Pope's guard?"

"I thought you would do this." Dantès always thought that his cub was a good baby who obeyed the law, but he didn't expect that he didn't care at all.

"How can I lose the model I finally found?"

If she was Sigrid Gary, she would abide by the law, but now she is Simon Roche, Simon Roche who only wants to be a painter.