My years as a menswear boss

I don't know how Holmes talked with Watson, anyway, the final result is that Jiqiu can still continue to be a detective instead of going to Cheltenham Women's College to study.

The enthusiasm for Holmes' "death" receded like a tide, and soon the citizens of London had new things to talk about, and Jiqiu also devoted herself to a new career, but the change of status made her very uncomfortable.

"Gary, you must help me." The old lady in a black dress looked haggard, and her tone could not help but beseech, "I only have Sam...that child must be starving now."

"Okay, Mrs. Thompson. I'll take over your commission." Jiqiu rubbed his brows with a headache, then added some good words, and finally persuaded the old lady to leave.

"That's Mrs. Thompson?" Mrs. Hudson came over with a plate of cookies. "I remember she came here last week?"

"Yes, Sam is lost again." Jiqiu picked up the warm milk tea, drank it in one gulp, and stuffed a few cranberry cookies into her mouth, "I hope she can learn a lesson this time and be optimistic about herself s cat."

Mrs. Thompson’s Sam is a huge fat British short-haired blue cat. Jiqiu found it under the flower bed of Mrs. Thompson’s next-door neighbor when she lost it for the first time. The meat was shocked, but fortunately Sam was a good-tempered kitten, and he was very obedient when he was picked up.

"Oh, you can refuse this commission. You must know that Holmes has never accepted this kind of commission before."

Mrs. Hudson is a standard doting grandma, and she feels distressed when she sees Jiqiu's painful face.

"It's okay, I'm just looking for a cat, and I always have to earn money to pay the rent." Jiqiu wiped his face, stood up, picked up his coat and put it on, ready to catch the runaway kitten.

"The matter of the rent is a few days late." Before Mrs. Hudson finished speaking, Jiqiu ran out of 221b like the wind, leaving a sentence in the air to eat potato stew at night.

Although Jiqiu has the name of Sherlock Holmes' student and assistant on her head, because of her immature appearance, she has been entrusted with helping people find pets or catching rape during this period. Coupled with the disappearance of Professor Moriarty, the crime rate in London has plummeted Now, the number of cases where Scotland Yard is helpless has decreased a lot, and Jiqiu's assistance is not needed.

'Finally I understood how Sherlock Holmes usually felt. Jiqiu's footsteps are fast, and her mind is a little muddled. She also wants to have something to stimulate her now.

The brain, thinking of Sam who was about to find, sighed heavily again.

As Mrs. Hudson said, Jiqiu can refuse Mrs. Thompson's commission.

But after looking for cats last time, I learned from Mrs. Thompson’s neighbors that this old lady lost her husband in her early years and lost her son in her middle age. She only had one cat to accompany her in her later years. She couldn't refuse it ruthlessly, even if the salary she paid was not as much as one-third of what she got as an assistant to Holmes back then.

"This is the last time." Jiqiu said to himself, as if trying to persuade himself.

Mrs. Thompson lived not far from Baker Street, about half an hour's journey by foot. For a while, after paying the rent, she could only fill her stomach with the commission she received.

She couldn't even bear to ride in a carriage, so she relied on walking. She missed the days when Holmes was around and she could even take a carriage to buy groceries.

Jiqiu was the same as last time. Before arriving at Mrs. Thompson’s house, Jiqiu checked the flowerbed. According to Sam’s size, it couldn’t jump over the flowerbed.

She walked around and found a circular passage in the flowerbed. The flowerbed was still planted with roses. Does this little cat really feel pain?

But at least he found the whereabouts, and then he could find the kitten by walking in several directions. Sam's figure was completely unable to jump up the fence, and the feasible routes were greatly reduced, which greatly reduced the difficulty of finding.

There is only one path in this route, and Jiqiu walked quickly towards this path without hesitation, and when he found Sam, he must rub his big head vigorously.

Along this road, Jiqiu came to a deserted villa. The villa was still in Gothic style. The exterior was pitch black as if it had been burned. ivy.

'Is there such a place? Jiqiu stepped in slowly with a confused head, maintained the original politeness, and knocked on the door lightly, "Hello, is anyone there?"

Just when Jiqiu was about to try to unscrew the door, there was a "squeak" sound from the door, and the door opened automatically. She had a strange feeling in her heart for a while, and when she was about to turn around and leave here, a faint sound came from her ear. mew.

"Sam?" Jiqiu raised his eyebrows and walked in, his leather boots creaking on the board, "Are you here?"

Jiqiu came from the entrance to the living room on the left, and at a glance, he saw the huge Sam's whole body arched, his hair blown up one by one, and he breathed in front of him.bypassing the sofa

She could only see a light brown plush teddy bear about a foot tall standing in front of Sam.

"What are you doing?" Jiqiu bent down and pinched Sam's neck with one hand, and asked the kitten who was confronting the toy with a smile on his face.

Sam turned his big round head, and sniffed Jiqiu's other hand with his little pink nose. Feeling that there was no threat, he immediately dragged his round body into the arms of the Twolegs in front of him, holding The meat pad stepped on the two-legged beast's legs.

Jiqiu watched the kitten in his arms purr and purr, and the irritability in his heart dissipated a lot. For the sake of it being so cute, of course he forgave it.Facing the temporarily well-behaved Sam, she once again broke through the lower limit of her principles.

Just when Jiqiu was about to walk out of the house with Sam in his arms, he suddenly felt his calf being bumped. When he looked down, he found that it was the plush toy that was standing just now.

Sam in her arms struggled up, making threatening meows, louder and louder, and she couldn't hold it anymore.But her heart began to tremble, and the materialist cognitive theory in her heart was crumbling.

Even though she was too scared, Jiqiu still got the upper hand out of curiosity. She was completely influenced by Holmes. A normal person would definitely scream a devil when she saw it, but she wanted to find out the truth.

Jiqiu squatted down, and Sam in her arms immediately jumped out and was about to hit the teddy bear. She quickly hugged the teddy bear, and Sam missed it.

Jiqiu held the fat cat that was desperately bumping into it with his legs, checked it with the teddy bear in his hand, and couldn't help muttering, "Is there a mechanism behind it?"

She turned the teddy bear over and found a copper zipper on the back. She stretched out her hand and pulled the zipper open, and the white cotton stuffed inside overflowed.

She reached into the cotton and found something hard, 'Is it a mechanism? With all his might, he pulled out the hard object, and the teddy bear shriveled up immediately.

That hard object was a doll, and Jiqiu became even more puzzled. What kind of operation is it to stuff a doll inside a teddy bear? Is it imitating a Russian nesting doll?

Just when she was about to turn the doll over to have a look, the head of the doll in her hand slowly turned around, revealing a pale face with two lumps of red blush painted on her cheeks, and her eyes occupying half of the entire face. One-in-one ratio, the black eyeliner around the eyes looks horrible.

Jiqiu: ……………………

I don't know how long it took until Sam stopped struggling between his knees, and Jiqiu finally came to his senses, moved his stiff fingers, turned back the doll's face expressionlessly, and stuffed it back into the teddy bear ,thin

Carefully tuck in the cotton bit by bit and close the zipper.At that moment, without even thinking about it, she picked up Sam in one hand and rushed out of the house.

As soon as she rushed out of the house, Jiqiu heard the sound of the door hastily closing behind her. She ran to the door of Mrs. Thompson's house as fast as she could in her life, and her legs gave way and she fell into the yard.

"Oh my God! Gary, are you all right?"

Mrs. Thompson noticed the movement in the yard, and hurried out. Seeing the fat cat in Jiqiu's hand, her face became excited, and her whole body became radiant, "I can't believe it, you really found Sam! I don't know To know how to thank you and to know that Sam is priceless to me."

"Give me a glass of water if you can." Jiqiu smiled weakly, pulling the corners of his mouth.

"Don't say it's a cup, as many cups as you want!"

Mrs. Thompson eagerly invites Qiu to come to her home, "I have chocolate brownies here, you can try the taste for me!"

"Then...thank you very much." Jiqiu stood up with her arms propped up, and limped into Mrs. Thompson's house. She needed something to calm her shock now.

If she mistakenly thought that Holmes' death had brought her the greatest angina, then today's incident had brought her the greatest shock.

Mrs. Thompson's house was rented to a middle-aged divorcee with children, a woman who tutored girls, and a young man at Cambridge.

Most of the tenants are women, the interior of the house is very warm, and there is a faint sweet smell in the air.

After drinking a whole glass of warm water, Jiqiu, who was leaning on the sofa, felt alive, and said in a normal tone, "Mrs. Thompson, do you know anything about the abandoned villa nearby?"

Mrs. Thompson's face changed drastically, "Did you go to that place?!"

"That's where I found Sam, what's wrong there?"

Jiqiu's face was full of innocence, imitating Holmes' expression management, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"This." Mrs. Thompson hesitated, but seeing Jiqiu asking for advice, the mood to show off that she knew a lot of little secrets crept up.

"Huh?" Ji Qiu blinked his green eyes.

"Forty years ago, there was a wealthy American businessman named Paul Cook who came here to do business, and then he bought that land and built that cursed haunted house." Mrs. Thompson was terrified and excited, and continued. He said with a suppressed voice, "Then one day the rich businessman died suddenly in his house. The maid who cleaned his house said that her master's face was distorted, as if she saw something terrible."

Jiqiu clenched the cup in his hand, with a casual expression, "Oh, maybe it's a heart attack."

"I don't know about that, but!" Mrs. Thompson turned her head and looked around. "A month later, Scotland Yard dug up many bones in the basement of Paul Cook's house. They were all underage children. There are men and women. This incident caused a great sensation at the time!"

"Paul Cook is a perverted murderer?"

Jiqiu lowered his eyes, put the coffee cup on the table, and picked up the chocolate brownie.

"Yes, the Times said that Paul Cook was a psychopath, and this house was specially used to cover up his crimes." Mrs. Thompson said, "there was another Frenchman who bought that house later. Four months later, The Frenchman drowned in the bathroom tub."

Jiqiu ate the chocolate brownies in two or three bites, collected the information she wanted, looked at the weather outside the house, declined Mrs. Thompson's request, got up to leave, and she promised Mrs. Hudson that she would go back for dinner.

Walking out of Mrs. Thompson's yard, Jiqiu saw the plush teddy bear sitting obediently under the fence, and didn't know what expression to put on.

No matter how naive the teddy bear looked, she couldn't ignore that there was a doll that looked like Annabelle inside, and it was also a big killer.

"Are you Annabelle?" Jiqiu squatted down and asked softly. She knew that even if she left, this doll would follow her. Instead of waking up in the middle of the night and seeing it by the bedside, she might as well solve it all at once.

"Do you know my sister?" The teddy bear raised its stubby paws and picked its own butt. "My name is Isabel."

"Why do you still have a London accent?" Jiqiu blurted out immediately after hearing the soft little girl's voice, "Aren't you American?"