My years as a menswear boss

According to William Brook's own narration in his diary, he is thin and eccentric, and no classmates in the university are willing to make friends with him.

He even vaguely rejected him, but Rimbaud Campbell was different. This senior with an outstanding engineering major treated him like ordinary people. He never looked at him with strange eyes.

"It's time for me to visit Rimbaud Campbell." Ji Qiu closed his diary and said.

"I want to go too!" Isabel ran over and hugged Jiqiu's calf, her fat and round body twisted and twisted, "Take me there!"

Jiqiu silently looked at the real brat at his feet, thought that Isabel's evil perception might be useful, and finally nodded in agreement, "Don't make a sound, even if Rimbaud Campbell is a villain, you can Can't lay hands on him."

"...Understood." Isabel muttered softly.

"Ms. Green next door donated a thousand pounds to the Santa Maria Orphanage a few days ago. I think this kind old lady will be very happy to come to 221B as a guest."

After returning from New York, Jiqiu learned how to deal with Isabel without a teacher.

"You little bastard." Isabel's face turned black and her facial features were distorted, but she was wearing a bear jacket, and all she could hear was the sound of it gnashing its teeth.

This scolding was not painful to her, and now that Isabel would not make a move, Jiqiu was relieved to visit Rimbaud Campbell's house.

Jiqiu picked out a smoky gray coat from the closet, and tied a perfect bow with a black ribbon at the neckline of the white shirt inside. He turned around in the mirror, and after confirming that it was all right, he put Isabel's shirt on. Going out of the door under the armpit, the reserved carriage is already waiting at the door.

Rimbaud? Campbell's family does not live in the city, but in the suburbs far away from the city.

After thinking about his relationship with William Brook, Jiqiu also had a speculation in his mind. After all, this kind of relationship between them is invisible in this era.

"Mr. Gary, the carriage in front cannot pass." The coachman's voice came from outside, Ji Qiu looked back at the wheat field, opened the door and jumped out of the carriage.

"Thank you." She took out the money and tip from her pocket, and the coachman took the money in the car, raised the brim of his hat, and left with a whip.

Isabel raised her foot and kicked Jiqiu's lower back, "That man."

"The calluses on your hands are already obvious, aren't they?" Although Mycroft was in Mr. Holmes'

The mouth is a lazy person, but after Jiqiu met Mycroft, she is more inclined that the reason why this gentleman seems lazy is because all the things have been mastered by him, and the case in her hand has not been With a thorough grasp, it is impossible for Mycroft to relax and eat his favorite little cake.

"No wonder I said the smell is so strange, half smells good and half smells bad." Isabel turned around in discomfort, "This posture is so uncomfortable~"

Jiqiu sighed heavily, and stretched out his hand to adjust Isabel's position, and moved it to the back. In the distance, it looked like the kind of doll backpack that is popular in later generations, "I knew I would put you at home. After entering the village in a while Do not speak."

It rained lightly last night, and the mud spots on the ground naturally splashed onto Jiqiu's dark coffee-colored moccasin boots, and it didn't start off smoothly.

After entering the village, her premonition came true. The house numbers here are out of order. Although the entrance of the village is not big, the village is very big. The roads inside are wide and tidy. Greenery and flowers.

After passing by a house that trimmed the bushes into rabbits, Jiqiu saw a person in the yard of another house.

An old lady who looked elegant and decent, her white hair was combed into small curls and covered her head meekly.

"Hello, ma'am." Jiqiu took off the hat on his head and pressed one hand on his chest, and with the other hand bent his index finger and knocked lightly on the wooden fence door three times, "Forgive my presumptuousness, may I ask you?" Know where a gentleman named Rimbaud Campbell lives?"

The old lady in the yard raised her head from the olive wool in her hand, and Ji Qiu noticed that she had blue eyes like the sea, with gentle eyes, "Who are you from Mr. Campbell?"

"I came here on behalf of his friend. Mr. Campbell's friend just passed away not long ago. Before he died, he asked me to hand over a relic to Mr. Campbell."

Jiqiu told a white lie without changing his face. Telling the truth about this kind of thing will only hurt this elegant old lady.

"Go forward and turn left to the third house." The old lady raised her finger in one direction.

"Thank you." Jiqiu put his hat back on and smiled politely at the enthusiastic resident.

'Really like a Victorian woman. Jiqiu thought in his mind, and couldn't help but turned his head and continued to look at it. The old lady knitted the sweater again. Even on the recliner, her sitting posture was very dignified, and the faint sunlight shone on her thin body.

The shape is coated with a cream halo, and the white hair is silvery in the sun.

Jiqiu came to the door of Rimbaud Campbell's house and knocked on the door. After knocking a few times, there was still no response. His heart sank. He quickly stepped back a few steps and slammed forward, but the door still remained silent.Well, she overestimated her strength.

Isabel behind her let out a sneering laugh, "You are so weak, look at me." As soon as the words fell, the door opened automatically.

'The doll actually has this function? ! '

Jiqiu suddenly felt that he knew nothing about Isabel's soul-eating skills.

But now was not the time to think about it, and she strode into the house.As soon as I entered Jiqiu, I saw Rimbaud Campbell hanging in the stairwell.

'The key person was killed? ? It was the first time Jiqiu encountered such a difficult problem in her own case. At this time, her brain was working fast, and she quickly walked to the living room, picked up the landline and made a call. After passing through several operators, it was Mycroft's turn.

"Mr. Holmes, Rimbaud Campbell is dead." Jiqiu finished speaking and glanced at the weapon improvement expert who looked like a wind chime.

"...I'll send someone there right away." Mycroft paused for a while before speaking, he thought of Jiqiu who was alone, and added in a gentlemanly manner, "Gary, you just need to wait quietly outside the door. "

"Okay." Jiqiu thought for a moment and agreed.After hanging up the phone, she walked around Rimbaud Campbell. There was no trauma on the surface of the skin, but there was no guarantee under the clothes.

During the waiting time, Jiqiu searched Rimbaud Campbell's house, and the only thing that attracted attention was——

There was no draft paper in the victim's study room, only tomes neatly arranged on the bookshelf.

Mycroft Holmes was very efficient, and in less than an hour the men he sent arrived at the door of Rimbaud Campbell's house.

Jiqiu took a look at the three ordinary-looking men without any characteristics in front of him, and called Mycroft to confirm before letting them in.

"Sorry, I'm a bit suspicious." Ji Qiu said in a warm voice, and took the lead in shaking hands with them.

"Under special circumstances, it's normal to be cautious, Mr. Gary." The leading blond man grinned with a big smile, looking very honest, "I'm Brandon."

The two people behind them looked very serious, only the corners of their mouths raised slightly when they shook hands.One of them is called Blaise and the other is Sheffield.

Jiqiu did not explore their names.

The authenticity of the word, I quickly recounted my own discovery.

"You mean there isn't any manuscript paper in Campbell's study? Not a single one?"

Brandon's expression turned grim. "This is not good news. But let Blaise put him down first."

Brandon directed two other people to unload Rimbaud Campbell from the stairs, and then he said to Blaise, "Check it out."

Jiqiu watched Blaise take off the clothes on Campbell's body lightly, took out the working tools from his pocket, and started to work.

"Leave it to Blaise. This guy has been dealt with many times." Brandon explained to Jiqiu with a smile, and he asked Sheffield to check the rest of the room and go to the study by himself.Jiqiu had already seen it once, so he watched Blaise do the autopsy in the living room.

"There is no trauma on his body, no signs of struggle." Blaise turned Rimbaud Campbell over, and Campbell's figure looked thin.

But the muscles on his body are smooth, and his weight is naturally not too light. When he turned over, his body made a heavy "boom—" on the ground.

Blaise quickly checked the appearance and began to process the details, examining the victim's tongue, nails, and pupils, and finally stood up and concluded, "He committed suicide."

"What? Impossible." Jiqiu subconsciously retorted, "Mr. Holmes said he was getting married, and he has already ordered a lady of the right family."

"This is not within the scope of my responsibility." Blaise shrugged his shoulders, "You should tell Brandon that I am only responsible for this job."

"Aren't you all from the same place?" Jiqiu was confused by his rhetoric, and Brandon came down from upstairs before Blaise continued.

Brace recounted his autopsy conclusion, "Brandon, I am 80.00% sure that Campbell took his own life."

Brandon nodded after listening, and saw Jiqiu who looked a little confused beside him, "This is our work rule, Blaise's inspection has never been missed."

"Okay." Jiqiu had no choice but to accept this conclusion. After all, she had been watching the entire autopsy process just now, and there was really no evidence that Rimbaud Campbell committed suicide.