My years as a menswear boss

Before waiting for the next move, they got the news of William Wilson's death from Scotland Yard.Even if Scotland Yard didn't come to tell, the residents of 221b would know.

The slow-cooked beef patties on the dining table had cooled down, but Jiqiu had no time to take care of them, frowning and flipping through the "Times" just out of the oven in the morning.

Newspaper headlines showed a lawyer found dead in the home of the little-known opera singer Marlene Angelina.

The female opera singer had been taken away by Scotland Yard as a suspect for interrogation. The sudden death of a man in his prime who had no history of genetic disease and was in good health seemed strange no matter how you looked at it.

Jiqiu followed Holmes to the scene quickly, and Lestrade was directing the detectives to search for clues at Angelina's home.

"Long time no see, Officer Lestrade." Jiqiu greeted Lestrade first, lest Holmes offend all the police detectives at the scene once again.

"Oh, Gary!"

"We accepted Mrs. Wilson's entrustment. Who knew that such a bad news happened early this morning."

Jiqiu watched as Holmes squeezed into the police detectives who were patrolling clues without seeing anything.

"Mrs. Wilson? She came to Scotland Yard to report the case, but Mr. Wilson's disappearance was too short, so we didn't file a case."

Lestrade pressed hard on his swollen temples, thinking that he would face a delicate lady next, he was uncertain.

"Don't worry, Sheriff. Mrs. Wilson is gentle and understanding. She's not like the ladies you've seen before."

"I hope so."

Jiqiu turned sideways and let a police detective pass between her and Lestrade, "How long have Angelina and Mr. Wilson known each other?"

She doesn't have the scary observation and deduction skills of Sherlock Holmes, and she prefers to ask questions first, and then find clues by herself if she can't ask.

"For about six months, they have maintained this intimate relationship for half a year."

Even though Lestrade didn't specify what kind of relationship it was, everyone who listened knew it.

Marlene Angelina lives in an apartment, and the decorations are all expensive. It can be seen that her expenses are very high, and the remuneration for opera performances is completely unable to support her expenses.

There were no cups on the coffee table in the living room. "William Wilson fell down suddenly after drinking coffee." Jiqiu squatted down and looked at the human prints drawn with lime powder on the ground.

"Both have had coffee," said Holmes' voice overhead.

Sounded.

Jiqiu raised his head, "Where did the teapot and cup go?"

"The kitchen sink," said Holmes succinctly.

"Marlene? Angelina has a cleanliness." Jiqiu touched the window sill, and there was no trace of dust on the corners, "so the first thing after drinking coffee, she put the coffee cup in the sink , because there will be black traces after a long time."

As usual, Jiqiu opened the drawer under the coffee table. There were cosmetics and a half-eaten box of liqueur chocolates inside. "The date of the chocolate was produced five days ago." After opening the lid, a strong aroma of wine came to the face.

"Two months didn't dull your brain."

Jiqiu didn't feel any compliment from Holmes' words, closed the drawer forcefully, and stuffed the chocolate into Holmes' arms.

All the photos of Marlene Angelina's performances were placed in the bedroom, and Jiqiu saw a familiar face again.

The title of that poster is Romeo and Juliet.The clues in my mind were scattered, and a small part of them began to connect together.

Lily Wilson, William Wilson, Marlene Angelina, Rose Davis.What is the connection between these four people?

Holmes seemed to have finished his investigation of the clues he wanted, strode out of Angelina's apartment, and Jiqiu trotted after him, "Sir, have you finished your investigation?"

"uh-huh."

"What did you find?" Jiqiu grabbed Holmes' hand that was stretched out from the carriage, and used his strength to climb up.

After the carriage started, Holmes threw the handkerchief into Jiqiu's arms, "Look carefully."

Jiqiu unwrapped the handkerchief, and there was a chocolate wrapped in it, which came from the box of chocolates in Angelina's apartment, "How dare you."

Holmes looked calm, and he didn't have the slightest feeling of going along with the evidence.

"Well, this is not the first time." Jiqiu sighed in surrender, looking at the liqueur chocolates made into balls through the edge of the window.

It is no different from the liqueur chocolate in the dessert shop. They are all made into balls and filled with sweet liquor. She rubbed the smooth surface of the chocolate with her fingers. Gooey chocolate.

"Why are there two pinholes?!" Jiqiu found that after rubbing off the skin, there were two round holes the size of needlepoints in the chocolate ball, one of which was used to inject wine, so what was the other injected?

"It seems that you have already guessed the modus operandi of this case."

"What you're thinking is that the murderer poisoned the coffee mug and then poured the antidote into the bonbon. William Wilson probably didn't eat chocolate."

This method is not only simple but also effective. Jiqiu wrapped the chocolate and returned it to Holmes, "Is the murderer Angelina? Why did she kill William Wilson?"

"She didn't buy the liqueur chocolates." Holmes changed a comfortable posture and leaned on the back of the carriage. "There are many boxes of chocolates in the kitchen closet, and basically every box contains some sweet postcards. The owners are from different men and she has absolutely no need to buy the chocolate herself."

"But how can the murderer guarantee that William Wilson happened to come to Angelina's house for the night, and Angelina happened to make coffee for him.

And Angelina just ate the box of chocolates with the antidote.If she wants to gather these coincidences, it means that she still has helpers. "

As Jiqiu talked, he suddenly realized that the whole idea of ​​the case gradually became clear, and he almost put the corresponding characters on it.

"Well, here we are." Holmes opened the door.

Jiqiu poked his head out and found that the carriage did not stop at 221b, but stopped in front of a luxurious building, comparable to a small castle.

"Warsaw Imperial Opera House?" She saw a huge poster pasted in the window at the door.

"As long as we find the ticket purchase records, the case can almost be closed."

Holmes smoothed out the folds on the shoulders of his overcoat, put on a gentle and refined expression, and walked towards the ticket office.

Jiqiu knew that the Sherlock Holmes performance was about to begin, and although she wanted to follow, she hesitated.

Although Rose Davis spent a short time with her, he gave her his skills without reservation, and Jiqiu had already regarded her as a teacher in his heart.