My years as a menswear boss

Jiqiu returned to 221B with a tired look on his face, and threw himself on the love seat, completely puddled into a puddle of liquid.

Isabel struggled to crawl out from under Jiqiu's body, and gave her a kick.

"Don't make trouble." Jiqiu stretched out a hand and lifted Isabel up to his ear, his brain was in chaos, and the thoughts buried in his heart became clearer and clearer, "After finishing this ticket, give yourself a vacation." . '

The sound of Mrs. Hudson chopping meat came from the kitchen. After Jiqiu's inadvertent Amway, the landlady fell in love with the kitchen knife, and the sound of handling ingredients became rhythmic.

The sound of the kitchen combined with the sound of the wheels of the carriage rolling over the uneven ground outside the window formed a kind of white noise. Jiqiu felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and his breathing was unconsciously relaxing.

Isabel stared at Jiqiu's peaceful sleeping face, and finally sat down on the vacant seat next to Jiqiu as if appointed.

"Why don't you do it?" Jiqiu opened his eyes, took a breath, and sat up from the sofa.

"You didn't fall asleep?!" Isabel's face collapsed, but she still couldn't see anything through the bear cover, "You are my food reserve, and good things should always be eaten last."

"Oh?" Jiqiu smiled, "I don't quite believe it."

"Believe it or not!" Isabel became furious and kicked Jiqiu's thigh vigorously.

Jiqiu has gotten used to Isabel's inexplicable arrogance, grabbed one of its bear paws, stood up and walked towards her bedroom, passed by the kitchen and yelled at Mrs. Hudson, just ask her to come out when the meal is finished.

"What are you going to do after receiving it?" Isabel broke away from Jiqiu's hand, lightly fell on the big bed in the room and rolled, "The clues are all broken."

"Who said that the clues will not be broken, they will only be hidden." Jiqiu sat down at the desk, and lifted a corner of the curtain with a civilized stick, "Look at the man sitting on that chair."

Isabel sat up from the bed and leaned out on the balcony, and saw the man sitting on the iron bench across the street, he was flipping through the newspaper in his hand, "Does he have any questions?"

"Black-haired, black-eyed, short and stocky, Neapolitan in appearance, Italian."

Jiqiu took back his cane and hung it by the table, "Did you notice that every time he flipped the newspaper to the left, his right arm was very stiff, but it didn't when he flipped the newspaper to the right, which just proved that he had been injured recently, and the date of the newspaper in his hand was yesterday, obviously

Then he began to follow Mr. Mycroft Holmes when he came. "

"Is he the Italian who traded with William Brook?"

Isabel retracted her head, and her mind quickly turned around, "Did he get injured because he fought with William Brook?"

"William Brooke was strangled to death with a rope, and there were bloodstains at the scene." Jiqiu pulled out the autopsy report from a pile of documents.

"Why didn't he ask for help?" Isabel asked suspiciously.

"Francis's reputation is extremely bad in their circle. He doesn't have many friends, let alone a money-hungry gambler."

Jiqiu took out a diary of William Brook and continued to read, "The identity of the Lone Ranger has brought him a lot of business. Of course, the less people know about some shady things, the better."

"Okay, do you have any questions?" Jiqiu picked up the coffee and took a sip. Although she prefers sweeter ones, it is only at this time that the coffee can keep her awake. "I'm about to start working, go and play by yourself."

"Heh~" Isabel got into the bed and covered the quilt over her head.