My years as a menswear boss

"Look." Holmes pointed out the window with a smile on his face.

Jiqiu poked his head over and saw a familiar figure, "Moriarty? He actually came in person."

"He figured it out earlier than I thought, but so what, the train is moving now."

Holmes took off the pearl necklace around his neck and put it in his pocket. He took off his lace gloves and emerald ring and put them in a small box.

"Is this a real gem?" Jiqiu saw the beautiful light and shadow reflected by the emerald in the early morning light.

"I try my best every time I pretend. This ring was kindly lent to me by the client I helped." Holmes turned the small box in his hand.

"He will definitely keep up, and this difficulty will not make him shrink back in the slightest."

Jiqiu has never underestimated Moriarty. Even though she met him six years earlier than before, the professor's skills and intelligence made her hard to guard against, and only Holmes could escape from him.

Moriarty outside the car window stopped chasing and kept his eyes on the train. Jiqiu subconsciously moved his face back, "Why don't you just ask Scotland Yard to detain him here?"

"That makes no sense at all, as long as his minions are around, those characters will be the blade in Moriarty's hands, and sooner or later he will bail out.

I need to catch them all.We're going to get off the train one stop before the ticket's destination, and my checked luggage will go to Paris.But we're going to Switzerland. Holmes took out a map and pointed out the route to Jiqiu on it.

"Switzerland?" Jiqiu was surprised. Even though she accelerated the plot, Holmes' escape route remained unchanged.

Jiqiu and Holmes got off the bus one stop earlier, and then waited for the arrival of the special car at the waiting station.Jiqiu put the hat on her face and closed her eyes to rest.

"Moriarty is in that car." Holmes poked the dozing Jiqiu up, and pointed to the train approaching them in the distance.

"They are too fast." Jiqiu stared at the train that was honking in disbelief. Holmes dragged Jiqiu to lean behind the column of the station, and waited for the train to start again before coming out to face the train.

'Will he still come after me? Jiqiu watched the train drive away, and couldn't help thinking that she always had a bad premonition.

After several twists and turns, they came to a hotel in a small town in Belgium to rest for a few days before heading to the Alps.These days they have been

They are all on their way, and they are not in the mood to enjoy the scenery along the way.

"Huh~" Jiqiu stretched her waist in the warm sunshine, and touched the ginger cat on her lap. Small furry animals can always bring vitality, and the big yellow cat's soft pads pressed her thigh , "It would be great if I could live here for a while."

The town is full of life, the streets are full of dazzling shops, and hawkers walk around the streets to sell some food.

"what--"

There was a shrill scream from the hotel, and the cat on Jiqiu's lap was scared away, and she rushed in quickly.

"Mr. F... Jones, are you all right?"

Jiqiu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Holmes coming out of another room.

"The voice came from the third floor." Holmes pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, holding a book of travel books in his hand.Now Holmes and Jiqiu travel around Europe pretending to be traveling scholars and servants.

They lived on the second floor, and Jiqiu and Holmes exchanged glances. A few days ago, they received a letter from Scotland Yard at their hotel in France, saying that Moriarty's men had been captured, but Moriarty But escaped.

This made Holmes take a quick look at every passer-by in the past few days. This hotel was also chosen after many considerations, but it was obviously not suitable to continue to live in now.

"Dead...dead." The proprietress of the hotel dragged her obese body and rolled down the stairs, her face was pale and there was no trace of blood.

"My God! Go and call the police!" Holmes' voice trembled, and he quickly supported the proprietress. "Go!"

The proprietress moved her lips, opened Holmes' hand and staggered out.

When the proprietress disappeared in front of the door, Holmes immediately became calm and pursed his lips.

Jiqiu came out from the corner. Sherlock Holmes ran upstairs without thinking. When he got to the third floor, he noticed bloodstains everywhere in the corridor. The door of a room on the third floor was wide open, and a man with four limbs Lie stretched out on the floor facing the door.

"The arteries in the neck have been cut open." Holmes bent down to observe the fresh corpse.

"Sir, we are not suitable now." Jiqiu reminded appropriately, although she also wanted to go up to check, but she did not forget that she was fleeing with this great detective.

"I know, I just want to confirm whether he has anything to do with us." Holmes stood up and flicked the dust off his knees, "It's definitely not his handwriting, there are loopholes everywhere, if the level of the police here is similar to that of Scotland Yard If not, the case will be solved within three days."

"Oh?" Jiqiu became interested and followed Holmes out of the hotel.Literary scholars and timid servants are obviously not suitable for living in this hotel. The two of them only have a small suitcase, which was bought on the way, and it is full of books bought in the second-hand market.

The proprietress soon brought a team of policemen to the hotel. The leader was a tall young man with brown hair and blue eyes. He gestured to the policemen behind him, and all the policemen except him walked into the hotel.

"Where are you from?" the police officer asked with a straight face.

"We are from New Haven, sir." Holmes produced his papers. "This is my servant."

"What are you doing in Brussels?"

"Study tour." Holmes replied sternly, with a hint of arrogance on his face.

"Aside from the two of them and the victim, are there any other residents?" The police officer asked the proprietress next to him.

"No more, sir." The proprietress relieved a little, "I can assure you, this is the scariest scene I have ever seen in my life. I delivered breakfast to Mr. Smith as usual... He ordered breakfast at ten o'clock every day Serve."

"How long has he lived here?" The police officer glanced at Holmes and Jiqiu standing beside him.

"It's been more than a month. Mr. Jones and his servants just arrived yesterday," replied the landlady.

"What does Smith do?"

"He is a painter, and there should be his paintings in the room now. Mr. Smith goes out to sketch with his drawing board on his back every day."

Jiqiu listened to the questions and answers from the police officer and the proprietress, and his brain was spinning rapidly.