My years as a menswear boss

Before the melons at the Imperial Opera House in Warsaw were finished, another incident caused panic in London.Murders have been reported in Whitechapel in London's East End for two consecutive days.

"It seems that this is another very unusual case." Jiqiu said to Holmes. People died in the slums every day, and Scotland Yard couldn't manage it at all, but this time it attracted attention.

As soon as she finished speaking, the doorbell of 221B was rang, and the ringtones were chaotic.Before Mrs. Hudson could react, Jiqiu had already opened the door.

Outside the door stood Inspector Lestrade with a bloodless face.

"Would you like a drink?" Jiqiu hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take out whiskey and glasses from the wine cabinet.

"Yes... yes." The inspector took the glass and drank it down, his face flushed, and he didn't look as scary as before.

It was hard for Jiqiu to imagine what could scare this burly man like this, not to mention that the man in front of him was a police officer who had been in Scotland Yard for many years.

"What happened? You look terrified." Jiqiu glanced at Holmes, but addressed Lestrade.

"...In the early morning, we received a call from the East End of London." Lestrade swallowed, recalling the crime scene he saw not long ago, "A woman was murdered."

"It's an immigrant distribution center. People die every day. What are you afraid of?" Holmes put his fingertips on his chin facing each other in a tower shape.

"That's what I'm going to say next, I've been a police detective for 30 years, but the murder was done in the most brutal way I've ever seen in my life."

Lestrade stared at Holmes intently, "The victim was dismembered, and the remains were scattered all over the room. The people in the morgue are now trying to sew her up like a rag."

"While we were searching the scene of this murder, we received another report the next day, only half a mile away.

The victim was another woman. The body was more complete than the previous one. The sharp object was cut from the abdomen to the neck, and the liver was taken away. "

"Both victims were prostitues, the second victim was not violated and the first is still unknown."

"Sir, do you think the murderer in these two cases is the same person?"

Sitting in the rickety carriage, Jiqiu recalled the few words Lestrade said. It has been learned that the two victims were from the bottom of society. The first victim was dismembered, and the second Victim was not dismembered, but may have been the killer

The reason for the unskilled method of committing the crime for the first time.

When he arrived at the scene, Jiqiu felt that the scene here could not be expressed in pale words. The whole room was covered with blood. After a while, the blood turned black and red, and there was a stench all around.

"Such a big movement, how come there are no witnesses?"

Jiqiu pinched the center of her eyebrows, she experienced the feeling of being surrounded by the smell of blood for the first time, suppressing vomiting and questioning the police detectives at the scene.

It was also the first time for the young police detective to face such a bloody scene, and endured the desire to escape, "The people around are accustomed to the movement in this room, and they even feel that they have played a new trick."

After getting the answer, Jiqiu ran out immediately, leaning on a dead tree and retching, vomiting out the acidic water in his stomach.

"We are going to the next place." Sherlock Holmes came to her at some unknown time and handed her a clean gray handkerchief. "The blood in the room was spilled later. The blood was evenly stained on the floor. The murder weapon should be a knife." .”

Jiqiu took the handkerchief and wiped her lips, sorting out the clues she just heard from the nearby immigrants, "The victim's name is Nicole Kelly, about 40 years old. , she hasn't received any work recently.

But two days before she had been seen leading a very respectable man into the slums, and the next day she had replaced the cheap rye bread for lunch with soft white bread. "

"Sir, this place seems to be divided into several gangs. It is difficult to find out the real clues. Even with tips, you can only get the same results as Scotland Yard."

Sensing the greedy gazes around her, Jiqiu uneasily moved towards Holmes.

"I know." Holmes held out his hand. "We will go back after the second scene."

Jiqiu hesitated for a moment, but still took hold of that wide and warm palm, and her body began to warm up.

She still couldn't figure out what kind of position Sherlock Holmes had in her mind. At first she regarded Holmes as the famous detective in the book.

My idol, but after getting along with each other for longer and longer, the relationship is no longer pure worship, but it has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women, it is more like a teacher, father and brother.

In her previous life, she was just a lonely orphan who relied on financial support to finish high school and was admitted to her favorite police academy. Before she was three years old, she died in an accident.

No father, no elder brother, no friends, no lovers, Jiqiu came here and just began to learn to understand these complex human emotions.

The second case occurred this morning, and the body had not yet

Ji Qiu followed Holmes and watched the entire crime scene. The second victim only had two deep cuts on the neck, and was disemboweled from the chest and abdomen to the neck like a pig in a slaughterhouse. Belly.

Ripper... Jack the Ripper? !

Jiqiu remembered the first case she encountered here, one of the nursery rhymes was about Jack the Ripper, and she was still wondering if there really was a Jack the Ripper.

I hope it's a coincidence... Jiqiu would rather meet a criminal with a high IQ than a lunatic who doesn't play his cards according to reason. She can't figure out what the lunatic thinks.

The living conditions of the second victim were obviously better than that of the first victim, and the location of the rented land was almost far away from the slums.

There was still half a pot of cold fish soup left in the iron pot on the dining table. Although the skirts in the closet were worn out, they were not patched, which was completely different from Nicole Kelly's pile of skirts with tattered skirts.

"There was a loud noise last night, but the neighbors thought it was a joke. After all, this is a common occurrence. They didn't care what happened." The detective reported the situation to Lestrade.

"Is the reason why he chose prostitue because no matter how loud the noise he made, people passing by would think he was playing a 'game' when he heard it, so he could kill two people in a row so smoothly?" Jiqiu knelt down and looked at the second Bruises and bruises on the faces of one of the victims.

"The murder weapon is a scalpel." Holmes stretched out his palm and compared the width of the knife edge on the woman's neck. "The murder weapon used by the last person is not the same one."

"Then you mean that the two cases were not committed by the same man?" asked Lestrade.

"No, I'm just saying it's not the same knife."

"May I go and see the first victim?" Jiqiu looked at Lestrade eagerly.

"This...maybe it hasn't been spelled yet." Lestrade moved his lips, and he couldn't help but palpitate when he recalled the scene of the crime.

"It's okay, just take a look, maybe you can find some clues." Different from Holmes' strong request, Jiqiu has always put forward her request softly.

For Scotland Yard, who is sometimes ridiculed by big detectives, Jiqiu is simply a little angel, and will respond as much as possible to any request that is not excessive.

Lestrade quickly agreed, took out his police badge and handed it to Jiqiu, "Show it to Old Tom, and he will lead you to Nicole Kelly."

Jiqiu took the badge and put it in his pocket, trotted after Holmes, and showed him the badge as if showing off, "Sir, I think the soft one is better than the hard one."

Holmes looked down at the little guy who looked like white dough, and said indifferently, "I don't think so."