My years as a menswear boss

After the trip, Holmes still did not change his mind.Jiqiu had no choice but to bite the bullet and publish Moriarty's deeds and Holmes' suicide note.

The news of the great detective's demise directly ignited the whole of England. The big and big newspapers in London reported the incident for several days, and countless people were mourning the biography written by Jiqiu.

"Hold a funeral?" Jiqiu's expression twisted, thinking of Sherlock Holmes who was building a beehive in the countryside, she wanted to send an urgent telegram immediately to let the detective who left a mess to enjoy her funeral.

"Yes, Gary. Everyone feels sad about this incident. My old friend will always live in our hearts." Watson looked at the expression on Jiqiu's face and suppressed the great grief in his heart.

'My God, the poor child, she must be so distressed, I must talk to Mary sometime about how I can help her. ' thought Watson kindly.

In order to avoid exposure, Jiqiu plans to wait until the heat passes before telling Watson the news that Holmes is still alive.

But there is no last resort. Will Holmes, who just wants to fake his death for research, be beaten up by Watson after he finds out?But what does that have to do with her, Jiqiu thought carelessly.

The funeral was held on a sunny afternoon. Jiqiu attended the funeral as a witness to Holmes' death, behind him was Holmes's tombstone and coffin. According to the death plan designed by Holmes himself, he did not have a body. In the end, only his daily necessities and clothes "before his death" were placed.

"...from dust to dust, Lord have mercy on you, from now on, may the Lord lead you to the kingdom of eternal bliss, Lord, please hear our prayers, in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen." The pastor finished his eulogy with a heavy tone.

Immediately afterwards, Holmes' relatives and friends came up to tell some of the past time spent with the deceased.

After Watson finished speaking, Jiqiu was the second one. Only then did she realize that Holmes never regarded her as a simple assistant. In the eyes of others, she and Holmes still had a teacher-student relationship.

Jiqiu's eyes were red, and she began to recount the process of meeting Holmes with suppressed tremors in her words, "... I am very grateful to Mr. Holmes. He gave me a chance to be reborn, so that I can stand in the sun dignifiedly. He is like an elder brother. I guide the way forward...he is my mentor in life."

Several sensual women standing in front are sent

The grief in Qiu's tone was contagious, and she couldn't help crying bitterly. Ji Qiu looked at Mrs. Hudson, whose handkerchief was wet from crying, and felt a little guilt in her heart. Oh, God damn Holmes, I hope he can't find a match when he smokes.

In a quiet coffee shop. "Gary, come and live with us. I've discussed it with Mary, and I can help you finish your studies. Don't worry about money, you can pay it back when you have it."

Watson patiently persuaded that, in his opinion, without the backing of Sherlock Holmes, it was too dangerous for an underage girl to be a private detective.

"Watson, I have understood your intentions." If it was someone else, Jiqiu might still doubt his purpose, but as the most upright military doctor in the whole book, she is still willing to give her trust.

But the military doctor was more persistent than expected. Even though she refused several times, he still persevered in persuading her to do some safe work.

"Sir, your coffee is ready." The waiter brought the ordered coffee.

Watson wanted to say something more, Jiqiu made a silent gesture, and pointed to the waiter standing by the table, "You might as well take a closer look at this gentleman."

"Are you changing the subject, Gary?" Watson shook his head good-naturedly, looking at Jiqiu like an old father who has broken his heart for a disobedient child.

"She didn't." The waiter's voice became low, "Gary is far more assertive than you think."

Watson watched the waiter beside him suddenly transform into an old friend he knew so well, his eyes widened, "Am I dreaming?!"

"No, this is the real world." Holmes smiled and took a sip of the coffee he had just served.

"God, my dear friend, you are still alive! How is this possible!?"

Watson hugged Holmes tightly, he felt his brain turned into a mess, "Then the suicide note brought back by Gary."

"It's me, I'm still alive." Holmes hugged Watson back. "As you can see, I'm standing here right now, listening to your discussion with Gary."

Jiqiu looked at Watson who was incoherent for a while, and quickly explained the whole plan of Holmes, and at the end he didn't forget to add, "I'm sorry, in order not to let others see, so I concealed the truth from you. "

Watson looked at Holmes's stern face, and the last lot of words turned into a complicated exclamation, "You are really messed up, my old man." But he still respected Holmes' choice.

' Such a beautiful friendship. ' Jiqiu was once again touched by the friendship between the two

In this era, Holmes' rebelliousness and non-dogma can be tolerated. The only person who understands him is John Watson.

The three left the coffee shop and gathered in 221B again. "It's still the same as before."

Watson sat on the sofa he used to sit nostalgicly, "I'm really glad that I came to 221B to rent together. This is the most meaningful time in my life."

"I really can't believe my eyes!" Mrs. Hudson walked into the living room with a tray. She had passed out from excitement just now, and she was relieved by feeding a few mouthfuls of brandy with Jiqiu.

"How can I taste such a delicious apple pie after I'm dead?" Holmes picked up a sliced ​​pear pie and put it into his mouth.

Mrs. Hudson couldn't stop smiling when she heard that her craftsmanship was recognized.

Jiqiu looked at Watson and Mrs. Hudson, who had been coaxed after only a few words, with a look of disbelief. The man in front of him is the one who lied to your feelings. Do you just forgive him like this? !

"Otherwise, what do you think will happen to me? Being scolded by Mrs. Hudson and beaten by Watson?"

While Watson and Mrs. Hudson were talking about the past, Holmes floated to Jiqiu like a ghost and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"You're really smart." Jiqiu twitched the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Mrs. Hudson and Watson. "I want to know what it's like for you to attend your own funeral?"

"I have made progress." Holmes touched the pipe in his pocket. He hadn't found a match just now. "How did you find out?"

"Because you have always been used to putting yourself in the most conspicuous place." When Jiqiu was reading the eulogy, he saw the hunchbacked man cleaning the cemetery not far away, and he couldn't suppress the weird feeling in his heart.

"I'm here to deal with business." Holmes stood where he used to work, and the instinct to handle the case made him feel itchy.

But at this time, I can't smoke a pipe, and I just want to go to the kitchen to find matches after explaining the matter, "This is the jewelry I borrowed last time, return it to the client for me."

Jiqiu took the box, opened it and found that it was the jewel ring Holmes wore on the train at that time, "Who is the client?"

"She will come to you." Holmes played charades.