My years as a menswear boss

Because this case is too important, Mycroft Holmes did not say some hints with unclear meaning, but handed over all the clues he found to Jiqiu.

The news of William Brook's death only occupied a small corner of the newspaper, and did not splash any water in London. The house rented by the deceased was rented to another person a few days later, and Jiqiu was completely unable to search for information.

"Not long after this unlucky guy died, the house was rented out." Isabel picked up Jiqiu's manuscript paper scattered on the ground, and read it carefully.

"Your literacy level has really improved by leaps and bounds." Jiqiu glanced at Isabel, who was half illiterate not long ago, and can now understand the text, "This is indeed abnormal, and both parties are trying their best to suppress this matter , plus the landlord who loves money, these three parties have different starting points, but the purpose is the same. It is an inevitable result that the house is rented out in a short period of time."

"Then what do you do next?" Isabel asked curiously.

"I'll visit that weapon improver in a while." Jiqiu flipped through William Brook's diary.

She suddenly felt that Isabel's behavior was very familiar, just like... herself who just arrived and followed Mr. Holmes, "Are you interested in investigating the case?"

"Sometimes I'm interested, sometimes I'm not." Isabel replied, scratching her butt with her bear paw.

"what?"

"I'm only interested in heinous cases." Isabel concluded with her own vocabulary.

"Did Cassetti let you taste the sweetness?" Jiqiu quickly figured out Isabel's little thoughts, and really can't expect a non-human to have the enthusiasm to solve the case, "There are so many villains for you to eat."

Maybe there would have been a lot a few months ago, but after Moriarty's death, his crime syndicate was completely dismantled, and London's prisons were filled to capacity in those days.

Jiqiu gave up the idea of ​​communicating with Isabel, and put her energy back into reading the diary that Mycroft gave her. The owner of this diary was William Brooke. The deceased had the habit of writing a diary. This habit has advantages and disadvantages. But she can get a lot of information from the diary. The downside is that William Brooke has developed this habit since he was in college, which means that there is really a lot of content.

Jiqiu watched as his room was filled with cardboard boxes one after another, and each cardboard box contained all kinds of thick books.

She started reading from the timeline when william brook just entered cambridge

At this time, the content at this time is all eloquent nonsense, but the youthful vigor is revealed between the lines, and even the feeding of pigeons in the park every day is written in the diary.

Jiqiu realized that it was because Mycroft entrusted her with this matter because this important official of the British government was too lazy to read these diaries patiently.

Jiqiu flipped through these diaries at a glance, and his brain began to classify the information. As time went by, Brooke’s diary was no longer a description of scenery, but began to become a chicken soup-style lyric, and occasionally a sentence or two of random creation popped up little poem.

"Huh?" Jiqiu stopped turning the page, and a familiar name appeared in her sight, Rimbaud Campbell.

This name is exactly the name of the weapon improver, "Are they still roommates?"

This is a new discovery. I didn't expect that these two people had known each other during college.