My years as a menswear boss

Rimbaud Campbell's death made Jiqiu's original plan impossible to implement.

"Have you encountered any difficulties, sir?" A soft voice came from beside my ear.

Jiqiu raised her head and found that she was walking while thinking about something and unconsciously came to the place where she asked for directions at the beginning. The elegant old lady was waiting for her to answer.

"Something happened." Jiqiu replied vaguely.I don't know why, when facing this kind old man, there is always a feeling of being seen through, although the old lady looks very gentle and approachable.

"Oh, really? I hope it can be resolved quickly." The old lady frowned frivolously, stood up from the chair unhurriedly, went to the well in the yard to fetch a bucket of water, and held the hemp rope handles in her thin hands. Pour the water in the wooden bucket into two watering pots, "If you are not very busy now, can you accompany me, an old man?"

"Okay, okay." Jiqiu stepped into the yard, bent down and picked up a flower pot to water the flowers. According to the experience she got from Sam's owner, Mrs. Thompson, the flower pot should not be too close to the flowers, otherwise The flowers will be knocked off, and the position will be moved every few seconds.

"Do you have any questions?" The old lady stood by and trimmed the flowering branches with a pair of small scissors.

"What do you know about Mr. Campbell?"

Sometimes neighbors know a lot more about certain things than relatives. Jiqiu has seen many cases with Holmes, and neighbors can often provide some unexpected clues.

"Um...Mr. Campbell?" The old lady paused holding the scissors, and soon she recovered and continued to trim the crooked branches under her hands, "He moved here three years ago, I don't know much about him...but he is very popular in St. Mary Mead Village, and many girls in the village are asking about him. After all, a single man with a wealthy family, good looks, and no bad habits always It's very sought after."

"Indeed." Jiqiu responded, and adjusted the posture of holding the watering pot to make the water flow a little smaller. It seemed that she was concentrating on watering the flowers.

"However, Mr. Campbell soon shattered the dreams of these ladies. He said that he already had a lover and would not accept anyone's love."

The old lady straightened up and rubbed her slightly sore back, "But the strange thing is that so far, no one has seen any young lady appear beside Mr. Campbell once."

"Mr. Campbell prefers to be alone."

Jiqiu felt that the pot in his hand was empty, so he put down this pot and picked up another flower pot.

"Perhaps. Even I have only seen one man visit Mr. Campbell's house." The old lady showed an inexplicable smile.

Jiqiu wondered if the old lady had noticed something, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was impossible. After all, even Mycroft didn't see William Brook's strangeness at a glance.

After Jiqiu chatted with the enthusiastic old lady about gardening and bird raising, he bid farewell.

Walking to the gate of the village, I saw a 14-year-old boy with red curly hair hanging on his chest with a leather box lined with matches and shredded tobacco.

Jiqiu walked up to him calmly, picked up a box of matches, "Are you from this village?"

"Yes, I grew up here." The teenager looked at the "boy" who was about the same height as him, his light brown eyes were full of curiosity, "Where did you come from?"

"Here, there. I sneaked out to play without telling my family." Jiqiu pointed forward and took out a few coins from his pocket, "By the way, I saw a very strange man in this village just now. Do you know me, old lady?"

"Strange lady?" The curly-haired boy stretched out his hand and squeezed his nose, frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly realized who Jiqiu was talking about, and quickly spit out a long description, "You mean it looks like Like a woman from the Victorian era? The one who loves knitting in the yard?"

"Yes!" Jiqiu nodded vigorously, almost applauding him.

"You should be talking about Miss Marple." The curly-haired boy opened his eyebrows and pursed his lips, "She is indeed too strange, she has never been married, she seems to know everything, everyone calls her 'Old Cat' in private , but a very kind man."

Jiqiu's brain buzzed, she only heard the previous sentence, and couldn't hear what the curly-haired boy said below, and her mind was occupied by the words Miss Marple.

'St Mary Mead, Jane Marple, what a famous word I should have thought of! '

Jiqiu was a little annoyed. In her heart, Miss Marple was the number one female detective, not only because of her investigative ability, but also because of Miss Marple's attitude towards life, which was the retirement life she dreamed of.

Jiqiu finally got the answer to the lingering feeling of seeing through. If it was Miss Marple, then everything would make sense. This is Agatha Christie's second only to Hercule Poe Lowe's famous detective.

She has not studied systematically. Miss Marple is more like a natural detective, and her meticulous observation ability seems to be her innate ability.

With this alone, Jane Marple has already won over most of the detectives, not to mention her mysterious life experience and a thorough understanding of human nature, plus her current image is a natural disguise, after all, no one I will be wary of an old lady who only likes knitting wool and planting flowers.

Perhaps Miss Marple had seen through all her tricks and pretense while she was watering the plants.