My years as a menswear boss

'How can there be so many real supernatural events in the world. Jiqiu, who is not very materialistic even in his own existence, thought to himself.

Barton had appeased the old butler, and ran all the way to Jiqiu to report back.

"Let's go, Barton." Ji Qiu patted the ashes on his hands.

"Aren't you going to continue the investigation?" The big man asked suspiciously.

Jiqiu turned his head and glanced at the gradually cheerful man, "No, he can't pry out any useful information anymore. Whether it's coercion or temptation."

"Is it really...human?" Barton scratched his head.Despite the gradual rise of science, most people still believe in religion.

"The undead don't need to open the window." Jiqiu raised his chin towards the footprint, "Let's go to the cemetery."

Jiqiu and Barton took a carriage to Westminster Abbey in East London, where many nobles had their tombs built after their death.

Weaver Manor is in the outskirts, so there was a delay on the road, and it was already dark when we arrived here.But this is exactly what Jiqiu wanted.

"Sir." Barton's voice trembled, "Are we really going to dig?"

"Of course." Jiqiu plunged the iron shovel into the ground and picked up a piece of soil. "Don't worry about someone coming. The grave guards will only visit the more famous cemeteries in front of them. They will not come to such remote cemeteries." .”

To pry open the coffin board of a nobleman was a very exciting thing for Barton, who had always been at the bottom of society. He only hesitated for a moment, but he honestly obeyed his boss's order and began to dig the ground unceremoniously.

'At worst, someone will come in a while, and I immediately ran away with Mr. Hyde in my arms. '

Jiqiu didn't know the loyal thoughts of her subordinates. She silently said sorry to Mrs. Weaver, and then dug faster.

Without any interference, the two quickly dug to the bottom, revealing the buried coffin.

"Call three, two, one in a while, let's pry it open together." Jiqiu wiped the sweat from his face and said pantingly.

Barton glanced at the little boss across the coffin.He didn't wipe his hands when he wiped his sweat just now, and now his fair face is covered with black marks, which looks far different from the well-dressed little nobleman in his daily life.

The two worked together to pry open the coffin board, revealing the foul smell inside.

Jiqiu half-covered her nose, put on her gloves and reached out to look at the highly decomposed corpse.

"It's me." Jiqiu twisted his hands

With a frown, Mrs. Weaver is really dead.

"How do you know?" Barton asked.

Jiqiu took off the gloves, turned them inside out and put them in his pocket, "I visited a short-term worker who worked in Weaver Manor for several years. She said that Mrs. Weaver only had four toes on her right foot, and this corpse matched."

"What if someone cut it off on purpose?"

"No, there is still a difference between what is born and what is acquired, you see." Jiqiu pointed to his right foot covered with maggots, "The little thumb on it is very smooth and flat. The acquired ones will show signs of breakage .”

"Sir!" Barton tensed up.

"Someone is coming." Jiqiu turned her head and saw small bright spots flickering in the distance. Before she could react, the world was spinning for a while, and she was already carried on her shoulders.

"Offended, sir!" Barton said in a low voice, and ran with his boss on his shoulders.As expected, after a while, there was a loud curse from the grave guard.

Jiqiu felt that the apple pie she ate on the road was about to be knocked out, especially when Barton's hard shoulder blades pressed against her stomach.She didn't know how long it took for her to ride the roller coaster named Barton before it stopped.

"Hoo~~Hoo~~" Patton put Jiqiu down, panting heavily, "We are safe, sir."

Jiqiu looked at the wet panther in front of him, took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and patted it on his face, "Yes, Barton."

"Where are we?" Barton took Jiqiu's handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his face. After a while, the white handkerchief turned gray.

"It should be near St. Paul's Cathedral." Jiqiu looked around, and Barton could run faster than he imagined, running from one church to another, and a map of the surrounding area appeared in her mind, "Let's go to eat, there should be an Italian restaurant nearby Restaurant."

Barton, who had been busy all day, immediately felt the surge of hunger, and he was very much in favor of the boss's decision.

"Go and find out who the housekeeper has been in contact with recently." Ji Qiu said, taking a mouthful of spaghetti, "and Mrs. Weaver's friendship."

Barton nodded, stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth and chewed, then took a large glass of malt wine and poured tons of it into his stomach.

Jiqiu looked sideways at the restaurant, because there was a bar next to it, and it was quite lively here. There were many drunken people who wanted to make trouble, but they were all shocked by the iron fist of the boss.

Now she was sitting dirty in the corner, not attracting anyone's attention, but she was interested in observing the people in the restaurant, when a low voice suddenly aroused her vigilance.

"Have you heard? About Ben Howard."

"Of course, there's such a big commotion. Who doesn't know about it."

"It is said that they still die in the belly of a woman, so what about nobles, they will die the same way."

"Shhh—you don't want to die! Old Howard has gone crazy, and everyone seems to have killed his son."

"Has the woman been caught?"

"Of course not. It's very evil. Many people said they saw Howard with a woman that night, but Scotland Yard did not find any traces of the second person."

"Maybe it was really the ghost who did it, but he did a lot of evil. After all, Howard killed so many people."

'Exactly the same method of killing. Jiqiu moved his ears, turned his head quietly, and glanced at the two men who were discussing. They both had big beards, and their thick beards concealed their sarcasm expressions.

"Have you finished eating?" Jiqiu looked at Barton who stopped the knife and fork.

"Yes, I'm full, sir." Barton replied immediately after recovering.

"Don't worry, after checking Weaver, we will check him." Jiqiu reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

In response, Barton nodded heavily.

The next afternoon, Jiqiu received the information collected by Patton.

Butler Weaver has no contacts other than the servants left by the manor. Mrs. Weaver's social circle is wider than Jiqiu imagined, especially the social circle of noble ladies. She is familiar with almost every circle. friend.

If you investigate one by one, it will not only delay the time for handling the case, but also cause people behind the scenes to notice.

"She literally spanned the entire upper-class circle!"

Jiqiu pinched the center of her brows with a headache, including her controlling mother Angelika.

'etc! She picked up a pen and circled the familiar names. Jiqiu thought of those unlucky people who died of various reasons, and was surprised to find that Mrs. Weaver and their wives had overlapped.London is small, but not so small that lawyers' wives are involved.

'I might know who this group is. '

'This is revenge from a woman. '

"Go and look up these ladies." Jiqiu made a list and handed it to Barton.

In this era, the status of women is unimaginably low, and most of them are regarded as a man's private property.

If this matter turned out as she thought, it might cause an uproar in society.

Think about it, in this society where derailment is said to be romantic, women who have been domestically abused cannot seek help in society, and women are not allowed to appear in the political arena

, what would these men do if they knew that the object of their hearts could raise a hammer and smash their skulls out at any moment?The fear in my heart is still getting worse.

Jiqiu glanced at today's newspaper, and the headline on it was about the first auction, where a lucky businessman bought a husband's legal wife for only two pounds.

Wife trafficking has become some kind of unwritten chain of transactions.The few histories that remained in her mind told her that women did not gain the right to vote and vote in government until after World War I.

'What on earth should I do? Jiqiu threw herself on the chair, staring at the ceiling above her head absently.

Before Jiqiu could figure out how to deal with this matter, she received Button's investigation report.

"These damned bedbugs! High-society trash!"

Barton yelled at the office. He quickly realized that the boy sitting in front of him seemed to be a member of high society, so he quickly changed his words, "I didn't include you, sir!"

"I know." Jiqiu looked at the nervous subordinates in front of him, and sighed in his heart that Barton is really a person with a sense of justice.

She never asks her subordinates to be only robots, as long as it doesn't affect the efficiency of work, she doesn't care about the rest.

After quickly reading the first page, Jiqiu's head was a little buzzing, and the impact of the text was greater than she had imagined, even though she was already mentally prepared.But she insisted on watching it.

These sanctimonious people are a hundred times, a thousand times more disgusting than she imagined.

"Tomorrow will be NO.13 of this month." Jiqiu calmed down for a while before opening his mouth.

"Yes, sir."

"Let's go to the Whitechapel." Jiqiu said after capturing the information, "They have a party on No. 13 every month. If there is no accident, the venue will still be set around the Whitechapel."

"Do we need to bring someone?" Barton asked.

"No need." Jiqiu shook his head, "I just want to ask some questions."

"Do you need to tell Scotland Yard?" Barton lowered his voice and fixed his eyes on the boy.

"No... I didn't intend to tell them." Jiqiu fiddled with the hair beside his ear, "I don't intend to interfere in this matter."

"What do you want to say from His Excellency Ezio?"

Jiqiu was asked the question he least wanted to answer, "I don't know. It's just that I can find out, so it will be a matter of time before he finds out."

"This thing is doomed to fail."

'But even so, there will still be more women's consciousness awakening, and they will start to protect their own rights and interests. '