My years as a menswear boss

The sky darkened little by little, and the moment the sun disappeared on the horizon, the Whitechapel became eerie. People of various low-level identities lived here. This place is like the biggest cancer in London, and it has become a crime. Molecular heaven.

Mary Kelly lived in the North District, and the people left at night were old people and children, and it took a long time for anyone to pass by outside, which was completely opposite to the lively East District.

'what sound? Jiqiu's ears caught a series of small voices.After a while, the voice became louder and louder. She finally realized what the voice was, and her face became embarrassed for a moment, and her earlobes began to feel hot.

At this time, I have to admire Mr. Holmes' strong willpower. He stands on the left side of the window, his black coat blends with the blackened wall behind him, and he looks out of the window through the dirty glass without blinking. It was not affected by the sound at all.

"He's here." Holmes hooked the corners of his mouth, and his body was getting closer and closer to the wall behind him.

Jiqiu regained his energy all of a sudden, and he couldn't help but relax his breathing, 'It's finally here. '

She tilted her head and saw Dr. Grant standing alone outside Mary Kelly's house.

Carl Grant suddenly turned his head, looked up and walked a few steps forward, looking at the house where Jiqiu and Holmes were, and said, "I saw you, don't let me go over there and drag you out."

He was more cunning than imagined, and Jiqiu thought that if she and Holmes hadn't been two people, she might think that Carl Grant had discovered her hiding place.

After a while, when no one came out, Carl Grant turned back and knocked on Mary Kelly's door.The door opened quickly, and he walked in.

"Are we going out?" Jiqiu estimated the time, then turned her head and asked Holmes who was stuck on the wall like a gecko. The victim was right in front of her. She couldn't tell if she was worried about the timing of Carl Grant's attack.

"Wait a little longer." Holmes stepped out of the shadows, took out the pocket watch in his jacket pocket, and glanced at it.

Just when Ji Qiukan couldn't bear herself anymore, Holmes rushed out quickly.Before she could react, a lot of Scotland Yard detectives appeared around her.

'When did they come? Jiqiu was a little dumbfounded, and hurried out of the house.

"Officer Lestrade?" Jiqiu walked to the door of Mary Kelly's house and found Holmes patted the dust off his hat expressionlessly, standing beside the beaming Scottish

Field detective.

"Long time no see! Gary, you have grown a little taller again. The young man grows really fast now, don't you think so, Holmes!" Lestrade patted Jiqiu on the shoulder with a smile on his face.

"When did you arrive?" Ji Qiu asked suspiciously.

"Gary, did the sweet little cake corrode your sense of reconnaissance?"

Holmes let out a cold snort, "They have been here since we came to Carl Grant's clinic."

Jiqiu flipped through the memories in his mind, and suddenly realized, "The coachman?"

This really paralyzed her, and no one expected that Scotland Yard followed her so aboveboard.

"Don't care about those details, isn't our purpose all to catch this executioner?"

Lestrade couldn't help grinning, "I knew you would find someone."

Then came the reporter of "The Times", and Jiqiu hurriedly moved away, not letting the camera catch her.Lestrade was interviewed.

Jiqiu glanced into the room, and found that Carl Grant had been handcuffed and dragged away by the police, leaving only the shocked Mary Kelly.

"Are you okay?" Jiqiu squatted down, reached out and patted her back gently to comfort her.

"He...he wants to kill me!"

The poor woman moved her chapped lips, her voice was hoarse and trembling, "Why?"

"It's all over. Dr. Grant has some mental problems." Jiqiu held the woman's hand and couldn't help being frozen. Thinking of the other four women in the morgue, Mary Kelly was lucky.

She survived, but unfortunately, she was pregnant and could not continue to receive guests, and abortion is not allowed in England now.

"This child is the devil's child, I can't keep him!"

Mary Kelly's expression became crazy, she broke free from Jiqiu's hand and beat her stomach vigorously.

"Mr. Holmes!" Jiqiu held Mary Kelly's arm tightly.

Holmes strode over and knocked the mad woman unconscious with a hand knife.

"...What will happen to her?" Jiqiu watched as the two police officers put Mary Kelly on a stretcher and carried her into the carriage.

"To the hospital," replied Holmes.

"And then?" Jiqiu frowned, "How does she survive?"

She couldn't help thinking of herself, if she didn't have Jiqiu's memory, but was just Sigrid Gary, would her fate be the same as this sad woman?

"It's not the same." Holmes could see what Jiqiu was thinking. "The case is very hot now. Mary Kelly is the only survivor of the serial murder case. After being cured, she will definitely be sent to the Relief Hall. Someone will Give her a job, as long as she's not a lazy person."

"That's all right, but how do you know I'm different from her?"

Jiqiu scratched the bridge of his nose, and has been busy working on the case for the past few days, and a mole appeared there at some point.

"Think with your head." Holmes tapped her on the head with his cane.

"I can't think of it, please give me some hints!"

"Then there is no point." Holmes shrugged and left Mary Carey's room.

Jiqiu closely followed his footsteps, one after the other, squeezed out from the crowd.

"I really want to go back to 221B as soon as possible. Mrs. Hudson should have prepared dinner for us."

Jiqiu felt a grunt coming from his stomach, "You must be hungry too~"

"No." Sherlock Holmes has turned into a state of cherishing words like gold again, relying on Jiqiu to speak the whole time, occasionally uttering a sentence or two to show that he is listening, and the last sentence that Watson is not as noisy as you is automatically ignored by Jiqiu past.

"Speaking of which, don't you want to entrust me?" Holmes didn't want to listen to Jiqiu's boring nonsense anymore, so he chose a topic that interested him.

"Yes, sir. I want you to investigate James Moriarty." Jiqiu finally remembered the matter, "I suspect that he is also involved in the case of Jack the Ripper. This is a piece I found at Carl Grant's house. letter."

Holmes took the Greek letter copied by Jiqiu, and showed an interested smile, "It's very interesting, but it's just that the two letters coincide."

"Then you don't intend to accept this commission?"

Jiqiu is a little frustrated. She wants to solve Professor Moriarty's criminal empire before it matures.

"Who said that? This letter has already aroused my interest. I have entrusted it to me." Holmes folded the letter written by Jiqiu in two and put it in his pocket.