My years as a menswear boss

It is indeed very important for Minister of the Interior Ezio to find Jiqiu.

"You still care about this?" Jiqiu stood in the morgue and said to Ezio who was holding his breath beside her. The things placed in front of her were no strangers, and she had been fortunate to have seen them countless times in her previous life.

A male corpse, whose head had been broken into several pieces, was completely naked without any wounds.

"His name is John Weaver, a minor nobleman. Not long ago, he entered the House of Lords with the help of his family." Ezio covered his mouth and nose, and glanced at John Weaver who was lying flat.

"Can the little nobles also enter the House of Lords?" Jiqiu leaned closer to the head of the corpse and looked at it. Only the gun can cause this effect, and it has to be hit against the head.

The number of seats in the House of Lords is limited, and only descendants of the royal family, hereditary nobles, entrusted nobles, and bishops can directly enter.How did the down-and-out little nobleman have the opportunity to go in directly?

"Because his mother's family is the Spencer family. Back then, old Weaver was still in poverty. He made a fortune from India and married the youngest daughter of the Spencer family." Ezio resolved her doubts.

"There are black marks next to the muzzle, and only those who are close to them have the opportunity to do so."

Jiqiu straightened up, her nose moved uncomfortably, she hadn't smelled this smell for a long time.

Seeing that she had finished observing, Ezio raised his hand to signal Jiqiu to follow.

Jiqiu walked out of the morgue, took a big breath of fresh air, and continued, "You can check his wife, only the person next to the pillow can be so defenseless."

"Impossible, Mrs. Weaver died of tuberculosis a month ago." Ezio frowned and shook his head.

"Oh, then this matter should be referred to the Scotland Yard detectives. What's your headache?"

Jiqiu couldn't figure out why a minister of the interior suddenly cared about the death of a small nobleman, and sent a telegram urgently to recall her back to London from Darcy Manor.

"Do you know how many men were killed in London this month?" Ezio sighed. "Thirty."

"Maybe it's a coincidence. People die unnaturally every minute and every second." Jiqiu shrugged and said indifferently. She had seen London in Moriarty's time. There is no Moriarty in this world. Maybe there will be someone like Moriarty.

She is no longer the intern policeman full of justice in the 21st century, but a villain in human skin.

Ezio lit the pipe in his hand, "The men I'm talking about are all nobles, and many of them are famous in society."

"You mean to say that someone deliberately killed the upper class?"

Jiqiu took out a piece of honey candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth, which was originally intended to be reserved for Daniel.

"I suspect that this is a conspiracy against London. If the murderer is not brought to justice as soon as possible, social unrest cannot be quelled."

"What do these poor ghosts have in common?" Jiqiu asked, chewing on honey candy.

Ezio shook the soot, "Family and career success, does that count?"

"Specially pick this kind of people?" Jiqiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and there are also criminals who specialize in assassinating winners in life.

"So the death of these people has caused a great loss to the society. On average, one successful person is killed every day, and the society is in panic. Your Majesty ordered a thorough investigation of this matter."

Ezio sighed again, and the few hairs on his forehead fell down again.

"You want to use my intelligence network to find clues to the murderer?" Jiqiu realized Ezio's purpose.

"That's right, I have already asked Scotland Yard's police detectives to protect some people who are more important to the country, but there is a shortage of manpower, so it is better to find a way to catch criminals as soon as possible." Ezio rubbed his forehead.

"I'll keep an eye out for you. Can you give me a list of the victims?"

Jiqiu rubbed her little hands expectantly, this is her old profession, although she has no sympathy for these unlucky ghosts in her heart, she is interested in catching criminals.

"You know how to investigate the case?" Ezio gave her a suspicious look, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. "It's okay to give it to you. Anyway, hurry up and end this damn case."