My years as a menswear boss

Jiqiu temporarily lived in Baker Street, and at the same time met Mrs. Hudson, the landlord of 221B.

Although there are not many descriptions of her in the original book, after some understanding, she is a kind-hearted person like Watson.Even if she is not very rich, she was given some rent relief.

The idea of ​​finding a job has been circling in my mind for a week, but I still haven't thought of a job that suits me.

Long-term malnutrition made her look like a 13-year-old child, and she would be disgusted and sick even if she went to work as a maid.

Jiqiu frowned and looked at the mess of wool on her legs. This was a sweater she offered to knit for Mrs. Hudson, and her disturbed mood made the thread in her hands go wrong step by step.

"Miss Gary, don't push yourself too hard. You see, Holmes hasn't had a customer for a week."

Watson quietly glanced at Holmes who was sitting on the sofa with his hands folded into a tower shape and his eyes closed. He teased his old friend and tried to calm down the young lady who looked like a child.

"No, Mr. Watson. I think." Jiqiu sighed decadently, and turned his gaze to the street opposite the window. "A police detective is coming to visit soon, and Mr. Holmes will be able to receive the novelty soon." Fun job."

Just as Jiqiu finished speaking, the doorbell rang.Mrs. Hudson led in a short man with a sallow complexion and dark eyes.

"Long time no see, Inspector Lestrade." Watson was already familiar with this detective when he handled many cases with Holmes, and habitually took out a pen and a small notebook from his breast pocket.

Holmes on the sofa also opened his eyes, "Please explain your purpose quickly, it can save us some time."

In the eyes of the detective, the red tape of meeting each time is too troublesome for him, and he prefers straight-forward dialogue.

"That's right." Lestrade took off his hat and was about to speak, but found Jiqiu who was sitting by the window and swallowed the words again, "Holmes, do you have any guests?"

At this time, Jiqiu also knew that he was in the way, and stood up tactfully and bowed to Lestrade, "I'll make you a cup of tea."

When Jiqiu walked out with the teapot, Detective Lestrade had already left.

"Watson, we have to catch the earliest train to Leatherhead to-morrow."

Holmes changed his pensive look just now, his eyes shone with excitement, and his whole body became very energetic.As Jiqiu said,

He does have interesting cases.

"Miss Gary, how did you find out?"

Watson was not surprised by Holmes' current appearance, and he was even more curious about how Jiqiu could tell that Lestrade was a police detective. Lestrade was wearing casual clothes for this visit.

"Because he doesn't stand very straight and doesn't have a beard, so he is not a soldier.

But there are calluses on the joint between his thumb and index finger, and calluses on the left and right sides of his index finger. His attitude is conceited, and he has an air of giving orders.Besides the military, only police detectives qualify. "

Jiqiu poured himself a cup of tea, and continued, "He looked here several times on that street, but he was still hesitant. He must have encountered a very difficult case, so he had to ask Mr. Holmes for help." .”

"Wow~ Miss Gary's insight is very sharp." Watson was a little surprised, Jiqiu's analysis was even more sophisticated than some ordinary detectives.And this lady is so young.

The experience accumulated as a criminal policeman in the previous life finally came into play. After learning a lot of courses such as trace analysis, psychological research, and behavioral investigation, he was finally able to find someone to talk to. Jiqiu carefully mustered up his courage, "Mr. Holmes, I can go with you ?"

"can."

"Sherlock Holmes!?" Watson couldn't help raising his voice when he heard his friend's straightforward agreement. In his opinion, Miss Gary was still a child. Although the analysis just made him briefly distracted, he still didn't approve of children going to the murder scene.

"My dear Watson, Miss Gary is not the women you are used to seeing."

Holmes spoke lazily, and sat back on the sofa again, "The owner of the Field Manor was killed, and the murderer has never been found. Many nearby residents have been investigated, and nothing has happened."

"Could it be someone from the manor?" Jiqiu had seen many such cases when handling cases before.

"The servants of the manor have been questioned. The only person who has doubts is the butler of Field Manor.

But the housekeeper went to visit his nephew on the day of the incident, and he had a perfect alibi. "

Watson on the side helped to explain that he had given up persuading Holmes not to bring Miss Gary to the scene of the crime.

"Indeed...very interesting." Jiqiu murmured in a low voice.

Early the next morning, Jiqiu's appearance once again hit Watson, a classic British gentleman, and even forgot to use his honorific title, "Your hair?"

Jiqiu touched his scalp, and put a beret on his head, "Long hair is too troublesome for me."

"Okay, if we don't leave we will miss that train." Holmes recovered quickly, put on his overcoat and hunting cap.

Jiqiu gently scratched her forehead with her fingers, and she put a layer of honey-colored powder on herself, turning into a black and thin boy.It's just that when I put on makeup for the first time, I always feel itchy everywhere on my face.

Just when Jiqiu finally restrained himself from scratching the itch, the three of them finally came to Field Manor.

The Field Manor was different from Jiqiu's imagination. According to Watson, this Dennis Field was a Viscount, and his family was a hereditary nobleman.

The manor in front of me is well-managed, and roses are planted in the flower garden.The entire manor is not very big, not quite suitable for a place where a nobleman lives.

"Does Mr. Field only have this manor?" Ji Qiu asked the servant who received them.

"No, this is just the manor where the master recuperates." Even though Jiqiu looked like a child, the manservant replied respectfully without being contemptuous.

"Ah, Holmes, you are finally here! At the scene of the crime, I remained as I was, just waiting for your action."

A tall, fair-faced man with fair hair greeted him at the door, and shook hands with Holmes warmly.

Holmes didn't seem to be confused by his enthusiasm, and the corners of his lips twitched unabashedly, "Gleason, you and Lestrade are here, why bother to find a third person?"

"How could it be?" Grayson followed Holmes' gaze. A nearby piece of lawn was trampled and his face became embarrassed. "My old friend, this case is really incredible. I think you must understand it." Very interested. You know, this kind of case involving high society has never allowed outsiders to intervene."

"Well, let's go and have a look inside." Holmes stopped mocking, strode in, paused, and suddenly thought of something, turned to talk to the guard at the door, "That little gentleman is my new assistant. "

When Jiqiu heard Mr. Detective say that she was a new assistant, she felt a little erratic, and slipped under the armpit of the guard who was blocking her to keep up with Holmes.

Holmes and his party came to the second floor, and Grayson explained the whole case in more detail, "Field was found in his bedroom. The maid went to wake him up in the morning, but found that his master had died. The poor girl is still in a trance from being frightened."

Jiqiu turned his head and saw that the bedroom was facing the study with the door open, so he simply didn't squeeze into the bedroom with a group of people, but went to the study to read

See if there are any clues.

Dennis Field has a large collection of books, and the entire wall of the study is covered with books.

Jiqiu pulled out a large tome from the bookshelf, which had many traces marked on it, and picked another one at random, still marked with many points, which proved that this Viscount was not just an idiot with a name, on the contrary, he was knowledgeable and well mannered. He is decent, and he is probably respected in the upper class.

Jiqiu put back the two tomes that had been drawn out, but found that one book was not close to the shelf like the other books, but protruded out instead.

So he pulled out the book, which had a black cover and gilt Gothic letters on the spine.This is a "History of Ancient Greek Mythology".

'If this is released to future generations, it must be placed in the library for offering. Jiqiu twisted the thick paper of the book, opened the book, and there was a piece of paper between the title page, which was torn from another book.She read the contents of the paper at a glance.

Who Killed the Mockingbird?

It's me, said the sparrow,

with my bow and arrow,

I killed the mockingbird.

Who saw him die?

it's me, said the fly,

with my little eyes,

I saw him die.

Who took his blood?

it's me, said the fish,

with my little saucer,

I take his blood.

Who made his shroud?

it's me, said the beetle,

with my needle and thread,

I'll make the shroud.

Who will dig his grave?

it's me, said the owl,

With my chisel and shovel,

I'm going to dig the grave.

Who will be the pastor?

I, said the crow,

with my little notebook,

I'm going to be a pastor.

The reverse side is blank, and Jiqiu frowned. This is an incomplete nursery rhyme from "Who Killed the Mockingbird".

The old nursery rhymes are more like horror novels, not the kind of warm songs written especially for children in later generations.But the place where this kind of thing is placed is more like to attract people's attention.

"Ah! Sir?" Suddenly someone pressed her shoulder from behind, and Jiqiu was taken aback. Seeing that it was Holmes, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"What did you find?" Holmes raised his eyebrows, looking at the piece of paper in Jiqiu's hand.

"There is a book, it seems that a piece of it was deliberately protruded for me to find, and there is a page of nursery rhymes in the book." Jiqiu handed him the paper in his hand.

Holmes read it more carefully than Jiqiu, "The cheap printing that is common on the market can be found in many bookstores in London. The paper is very thin. Mr. Field's obsessive attitude towards books will not buy such cheap and meaningless books. .”

"So, it was brought by an outsider. Then why did he do this?" Jiqiu took the fragmented page of the nursery rhyme and read it over and over again.

"This is the truth we have to find out." Holmes walked to the window overlooking the ruined garden below.