My years as a menswear boss

A painter was killed in a hotel in the Belgian countryside. This incident spread throughout the town within a morning. The residents of the town looked terrified, but they couldn't help suppressing their fear and discussing the incident with their neighbors.

"Sara's hotel is dead, you know?"

The fruit peddler was in high spirits and excitedly chatted up the owner of the bread seller next to him.

"Oh, of course. That's terrible." The elderly bakery owner wiped his flour-smeared glasses on the bridge of his nose, "It's been a long time since something like this happened in Tulip Town, and the last time was 20 years ago. "

"The topic of the past few days outside has been around the murder incident, and I can't gather any news about Moriarty."

Jiqiu put the cheese and bread in his arms on the table, and the milk bottle in his hand made a crisp crashing sound, "It's been two days, and the police in the town still don't have a clue. The residents are all attracted by this matter, they don't even Don't have the energy to notice if a new face is coming to this town. I'm afraid Moriarty will suddenly show up in my room."

Jiqiu and Holmes move to the hotel next door to the murder case, and they cannot leave the town until the case is solved.

This hotel does not provide breakfast service, so Jiqiu has to get up early every day to buy breakfast. He listened to the gossip, but did not collect any news about Moriarty.

"You are too impatient. Even if he comes, you will deal with me first." Holmes glanced at her calmly, and continued to read the book in his hand. "Didn't you notice? They have invited help."

"Helper?" Jiqiu ran to the window and saw a short young man among the people wearing police uniforms coming in and out these days. He had a round face and a round figure, and he looked kind. Extremely.

"Does he have a cleanliness?" The first thing Jiqiu noticed was his pair of clean and expensive handmade black leather shoes. The ground in rural towns is basically full of potholes, and everyone's shoes are more or less stained with mud spots and dust. The young man's spotless shoes are particularly eye-catching, "And he is even more exquisitely dressed than me!"

"The newest addition to the police force, Hercule Poirot. A Belgian."

Holmes put down the book in his hand and began to eat breakfast, "He is currently working for the Belgian Police Department. I believe that after a certain period of time, he will quit his job and become a private detective."

'Poirot, the Poirot written by Agatha? ? 'Send autumn

With a twitch in the temple, this place is still a mixed world, "Really? I didn't expect you, sir, to pay attention to these things."

"Brussels has been discussing this matter." Holmes pushed away the milk bottle at hand. "Don't buy me any more milk next time. I'll drink black coffee."

"It would be nice if I could buy it early in the morning." Jiqiu muttered in a low voice, and continued to look out the window at another famous detective in the future.

At this time, Poirot outside the window seemed to feel something, turned his head around, and his eyes met Jiqiu.Poirot lifted the hat on his head and raised the corners of his mouth.

Jiqiu nodded quickly, then turned to look at Holmes, "You said that the case will be solved in three days, is it because there is Mr. Poirot in the Belgian police station? I thought the case was relatively simple."

"Both." Holmes ate the bread in his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

As Holmes expected, Jiqiu heard the news that the case had been solved early the next morning.

"It's still related to 20 years ago?" Jiqiu chatted with the coffee bean peddler while selecting coffee beans. There was no ready-made coffee powder. In order to prevent the big detective from moaning all day long, she had to buy beans and grind them into powder. make coffee.

"Yes, yes, Miss Tills is a well-known beauty in the town. Her suicide by jumping into the river caused a great commotion in the town. At that time, her twin brother, Mr. Tills, disappeared after he went to the army. I didn't expect him to come back." The peddler's voice was a bit somber.

Jiqiu knew the ins and outs of the whole incident after a little inquiring. The painter who was killed had fallen in love with Miss Thiers.

But then the painter was a heartbroken Hanga prodigal son, which broke Miss Tills's heart. This girl who was obsessed with love jumped into the river without thinking, and her twin brother heard that his sister had returned from the army. When he heard the news of his death, he chose to kill the painter in a rage.

After listening, Jiqiu asked the peddler calmly again, "Is there anyone else in the town other than the police that has attracted such a big incident recently?"

"Well, there are several reporters, and I still know one of them." The peddler began to chat about how he met the reporter.

Jiqiu patiently listened to his words, occasionally agreeing, but her heart became more and more restless. Moriarty's clues seemed to be cut off as soon as she entered this town. Before she came to this town, she and Holmes I will also catch a glimpse of news about this professor.

"Sir?" Jiqiu held a bag of coffee beans in one hand and a bag of fruit in the other,

He took a baguette and went into the hotel, only to find another person standing besides Holmes.

"Good afternoon." Poirot nodded slightly. "Hercule Poirot, a Belgian police detective."

"I'm Joe Dormer, Mr. Jones' entourage." Jiqiu suppressed the doubts in his heart, and introduced himself in a friendly manner, "Would you like some coffee?"

"No, I've booked a ticket and I'm going back to Brussels in a few hours."

Poirot shrugged, "I need to take a good bath and change clothes. The bathing conditions here are really bad."

"He was in Brussels four days ago, and I hope this news will be of use to you."

The look on Poirot's face was intriguing, and Ji Qiu could understand the meaning revealed in the words.

"I wish you a safe journey. Dormer will send Mr. Poirot off." Holmes stood up and shook Poirot's hand.

Jiqiu saw two famous detectives shaking hands and wanted to take a camera to capture this historical moment. Every fan of detective novels couldn’t help being excited. Luo walked out.

"You are the sharpest person I have ever seen...I can assure you that I couldn't do this when I was your age." Poirot praised him sincerely before getting into the carriage.

"Where, you can do better than me." Jiqiu couldn't hold back the corners of her grinning mouth. To be praised by such a future great detective, she can brag about it for a lifetime, and this life is complete.

"Good luck, I hope we can cooperate one day." Poirot waved his hand as he sat in the carriage and lifted the curtain.

"I'm looking forward to that day." Jiqiu couldn't hold back at all, his face was full of joy, and he was very happy to be Holmes' assistant and have the opportunity to solve the case with Poirot.