My years as a menswear boss

The next morning, Ji Qiu just finished washing and found Holmes already put on his coat and leaning on the sofa, "Good morning, Mr. Holmes."

"You have 10 minutes for breakfast, and we have to leave the house on time at eight."

"I'm going too?" Jiqiu looked surprised. In the past, Holmes was more willing to act alone instead of waiting for her in the living room, but she was looking forward to the big detective's deflated appearance.

"Your disguise is too poor." Holmes spared words, and he did not want to waste nonsense on breakfast time, which would prolong the time out.

Only then did Jiqiu realize that Holmes was referring to her poor skills in disguise as a man, and wanted to teach her lessons.

'But, sir.What you met this time is no ordinary person. Jiqiu sighed gloatingly in his heart,

Although the entrusted task is not very dangerous, but because of the extraordinary two people in the case, this case has left a strong mark in "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes". become an indispensable corner.

Holmes changed two sets of clothes from the tramp, and Jiqiu quickly accepted it after being smoked by the stinky clothes, while Holmes, who took disguises as a daily routine, did not feel any discomfort at all.

"Did you see the private garden opposite? There is a small alley in the corner of the garden, which is specially used as a stable. In remote cities, there is fierce competition among coachmen.

But in London, on the contrary, coachmen are the most mutually supportive profession.So pretending to be an unemployed coachman, it is easy to get the desired information among them. said Holmes.

"Then I dressed up as a vagrant because this is a rich area." Jiqiu saw a lot of well-dressed ladies walking down from the small and luxurious carriages in groups, or sticking their heads out and waving to each other bid farewell.

"Not so dull." Holmes suddenly stretched out his hand and scratched her face a few times.

"What did you put on?" Jiqiu felt that the scent on her hands became more smoky.

With Jiqiu's murderous eyes, Holmes slowly said, "Horse manure."

"Sir, don't even think about seeing your beloved pipe this week." Jiqiu didn't know whether it was too smelly or too angry, and his temples began to hurt.

"You know, this is a necessary part of the camouflage process. I just used dried horse manure, not fresh."

Jiqiu wants to say something more,

Holmes covered her mouth, "Stop talking about these useless topics. I'll go to the stable. You can talk to the waif nearby."

It didn't take much effort for Jiqiu to hear about Irene Adler. Basically, all the men in this area fell under the skirt of this lady, even those who were married.

"Ms. Adler was in love with a man and she hadn't been with any man but that man. A lovely lady indeed."

Jiqiu quietly listened to the little waif who was one forehead taller than her blowing out a series of rainbow farts.

"Then what time does she go out every day, ahem...I mean, I want to see this rumored woman with my own eyes." Jiqiu tentatively asked in depth.

The little waif quickly answered her, "every afternoon at five o'clock, she will go to the concert to sing, and many rich gentlemen will go to join in, and those who have no money will wait near her house or at the gate of the theater, just to see her of beauty."

With the information she knew, Jiqiu was going to meet Holmes. She lowered her head and hurried on without looking ahead. She ran into a soft embrace.

'Oops! 'The people who come and go here are either rich or expensive, and she can't afford to provoke them.Jiqiu's first reaction was to pretend to be an ignorant child, shrugging his shoulders.

"It's you!" The voice sounded familiar, Jiqiu raised her head anxiously, and said silently, 'London is such a small place. '

What could be more coincidental than hitting the same person twice in a row?

"Do you want to come to my house for a cup of hot cocoa?" the beautiful girl asked warmly.

"Thank you for your generosity. I was too rude last time. I forgot to say sorry to you... Well, the bread is delicious." Jiqiu looked away embarrassedly.

"Don't worry about such small things. My cook is very good at making rose omelets and white chocolate. I want to invite you to eat with me."

The beautiful lady seemed unable to feel Jiqiu's tattered clothes and indescribable stench.

"No." Jiqiu hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head slightly.

"You're welcome, I'll take you to freshen up." The girl took out a handkerchief and wiped the dried horse manure off Jiqiu's face.

Jiqiu stood in front of the familiar villa, and realized who this lady was——Irene Adler.

It is also said that with such a beautiful face and unique temperament, it is difficult to be the kind of identity that disappears from everyone.

'Mr. Holmes, I seem to have penetrated into the enemy QAQ'

Irene Adler asked the maid to fetch a basin of warm water, and wiped off the dirt on Jiqiu's face with a soft towel.

"You're really beautiful." Irene Adler lowered her dark brown eyes.

"No, you look better." Jiqiu knew that her body could be considered a beauty, but there was still a gap between her and Irene Adler.

"You've misunderstood me, dear. I mean you have beautiful eyes."

Irene Adler smiled and pointed to Jiqiu's eyes, "Your eyes are very clean."

Jiqiu was confused, but his work and rest schedule was regular, so it was normal that his eyes were not bloodshot.

The cook quickly brought out a stack of rose omelettes and white chocolate in the shape of shells.

The egg rolls are crispy and will fall off with a light bite. The rose petals mixed with honey are sweet and delicious.

White chocolate has a strong milky flavor, sweet but not greasy.Paired with slightly bitter hot cocoa, it is simply the perfect afternoon tea.She felt as if she had forgotten something.

Holmes stooped to pick up the dried horse dung, the sweat dripping down his neck into his collar, and when he had finished picking up the pail he could leave with his twopence and the information he had sought.

Jiqiu was wearing a dry milky white silk shirt and sitting on a soft fabric sofa, "This egg tart is really delicious!"

"Eat more if you like it." Irene Adler had a caring face.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Jiqiu found Irene Adler looking back out the window frequently.

"Yes, a very important person." The eyes of this beautiful lady became tender, without the usual firmness.

"Don't worry, I think he will come soon." Jiqiu knew who was coming next.

"You're right, Gary. He's always kept his promises." Irene Adler picked up the teacup, watched the tea stem stand upright in the teacup, and smiled softly.

Jiqiu guessed that the gentleman would be arriving soon, got up to bid farewell to this smart lady, and interrupted her words of persuasion, "Miss Adler, I think the next two hours are very important to you. I am in It's too much of a hindrance here. I wish you the best of luck in your future life."

Before leaving, Irene Adler carefully handed a letter to Jiqiu, reminding her repeatedly not to allow anyone to see the contents of the letter.

Jiqiu touched it, and found that the paper inside was soft, not a photo.It would be too far-fetched for Miss Adler to hand over the photographs after just an afternoon of conversation.

Jiqiu easily found Holmes who was squatting in the alley, and he was completely clean by himself.

Even with a full stomach, the other person smelled so bad that two flies were flying around him, hungry.The two people who were too different were speechless for a while.

"Sorry, I didn't find any useful information. But I got it from the waif."

Qiu spoke first.

Holmes glanced up and down at the assistant he had hired with a mentally handicapped look. He knew that his assistant was telling the truth. Mr. Detective wondered if he had been deceived by the cleverness sent out in autumn, so he abruptly interrupted his assistant's answer. When he came down, "I think the information we inquired about is similar. Irene Adler is very famous. As long as she goes out, her every move will be recorded. Except for what happened in the villa, we can get the rest from other people's mouths. learned."

"Godfrey Norton, he's Irene Adler's lover, but from what I've heard, Mr. Norton is also a very famous lawyer.

If it weren't for the careless king, I'd be more convinced it was a couple, but it's more likely that Ms Adler's lawyer was brought in on purpose, and the picture might have been passed on to him. "

If he hadn't already known the result, Jiqiu's own analysis would be the same as Holmes'.

She could only echo dryly, "A lawyer is a key person."

"The person we were waiting for has appeared." Holmes's gray eyes became sharp, and Ji Qiu followed his gaze.

A dark and handsome man jumped out of a two-wheeled carriage and walked into the villa with swift steps.

The distance was too far, and Jiqiu could only vaguely see Mr. Norton standing in front of the window, waving his arms excitedly. This behavior was too out of character for a restrained British gentleman.

All the changes happened too soon, and Jiqiu caught the word Santa Monica Church.

Holmes had already lifted Jiqiu onto a waiting carriage like a chicken with one hand, "Go to Santa Monica Church, and if you arrive within 10 minutes, I'll give you a pound of gold."

The coachman cast an indescribable glance at the two men dressed so differently. If the stinky man hadn't gone to church, he could have pulled the carriage to Scotland Yard and reported him for child abduction.

After arriving at Santa Monica Church, Holmes quickly took out the gold coin and threw it to the coachman, leaving Jiqiu behind and hurried away.

"Sir, are you all right?" the kind coachman asked in a whisper.

"It's okay, it's just too much stimulation." Jiqiu felt tired and wanted to be quiet.

The coachman looked at Holmes' running back with sympathy, and imagined a love epic, "That's really unfortunate."

'What did you imagine? ! Jiqiu lost her ability to speak, she just wanted to say that Holmes was hit by the stimulation she brought, otherwise the detective who has always been at ease is definitely not like this.

But it was too troublesome to explain, so she had to keep silent.In the eyes of the coachman, it became the default.