marvelous rosaline

01

June 1925, on the high seas of the Pacific Ocean.

The Royal Cruise Line "Olympic" belonging to the British White Star Line, departs from Southampton, England, will spend seven days and six nights at sea, and finally arrives at the port of New York in the United States.

This nearly 270-meter cruise ship, which can carry nearly 800 people, is a sister ship with the famous Titanic.The two cruise ships are very similar in standard and appearance.

But the Olympic was much luckier than the Titanic.

Thirteen years after the Titanic hit an iceberg and sank, the Olympic is still in operation.She experienced World War I, from a civilian ship to a troop carrier, and returned to civilian functions after the war.

Even today, Olympic is still occasionally compared to her sister ships.

But Rosalin knew that the "Longevity" of the Olympic was very long. She still had ten years of life and would officially retire in 1935.

Yes, Rosalind Poirot is a time traveler.

She came from the 21st century. Before crossing, Rosalin's health was not good, and she spent most of her time in a hospital bed.So after time travel, since Rosalin could remember, she was very fortunate that she had a healthy body this time.

But that didn't stop Rosalind from thinking that life in the twentieth century was very monotonous and boring.

There is no computer, no Internet, and it will be five or six years before air conditioners enter the homes of ordinary people.

On weekdays, when she was at her grandfather's house, or with Miss Marple, there would still be cases coming to her door, adding a bit of a different atmosphere to Rosalin's life.Rosalin didn't have much interest in solving the case, but at least she could gain the approval of her elders in this regard.

Who doesn't like receiving compliments?

Now that she is traveling, there are no murders, no mysterious plots, and no grandpa arguing and chatting with her—the grandparent and grandson can spend a whole day just observing and analyzing a single hair.

Moreover, this time Rosalin went on the road alone, and bought a third-class ticket.

So the ways she can spend her time are extremely limited.

"—Stop talking, the topic is so bloody, what if you scare the ladies?"

Only then did Rosalin come to her senses.

At this moment, she is in the public area of ​​the third-class cabin of the Olympic.Like its sister ship Titanic, the Olympic also provided third-class passengers with places to chat and party. There are several tables, chairs, sofas and even a special bar in the huge area on the D deck.

"What are you talking about?" Rosalind asked.

Passengers in third class are mostly immigrants.For £[-], you can board a boat to New York.The passengers dressed plainly and spoke accents from all over the world. Most of them were hopeful workers who wanted to go to the United States to find new opportunities and a new life.

There were men and women sitting with Rosailin, all of them were about 20 years old, and they were all about the same age as her.

Mike, who was sitting opposite Rosalind, couldn't help showing off: "We just said that it is legal to own guns in the United States."

Ander next to Mike added: "I've played with my uncle's gun, I'm not bragging, I'm very accurate with my marksmanship, and I've actually hit prey before."

Mike: "It is said that the American mafia all kill people with guns."

Ender: "Tsk tsk tsk, isn't it amazing? If I can get a shotgun too, I can too—Sebas, don't look at me like that, no matter how much you please the ladies, face mine The gun is also finished with one bullet!"

Rosalin turned her head to look at the "Sebas" he said.

If it weren't for being too boring, Rosalin would never have joined in such a useless chat.

Even poor people who can't afford food still need a love life.

When young men and women get together, no matter what they talk about, their original intention is nothing more than sex, courtship, and looking for a romantic relationship worth remembering.Under such a premise, there will naturally be competition among the same sex.

This "Sebastian" was obviously a thorn in the side of the men present.

He sat at the corner of the long table and rarely spoke, but just from a silhouette, he could tell that the young man was quite handsome.He was stocky, tall, and dressed in a very ordinary way: a gray flat hat, a linen coat of the same color, and a white shirt underneath, which is typical of London street clothes.

Sebas's hair was cut very short, with only a few strands of black hair sticking out of the hat.

The short brim of the hat covered half of his face. It wasn't until Rosalin looked over that he turned his head following his gaze that Rosalin noticed that Sebas had a pair of dark blue eyes that were almost black.

Rosalin quickly sized him up, her eyes lingering for a moment on the young man's straight back and the cocoon in the palm of his right hand.

Sebastian frowned slightly at this scrutiny.

But in the eyes of other young people, it's like the beautiful Miss Rosalin, and the handsome Sebastian like other girls attracts attention.

Ander couldn't hold back immediately.

"Hey, stop talking, stop talking," he purposely yelled loudly, "don't scare Miss Rosalind anymore, this kind of topic is too violent, don't you think, miss?"

Rosalin looked back: "He will kill you first."

Ander was stunned: "What?"

"I said, if you meet Sebastian with a gun," Rosalin repeated herself, "he will kill you first."

"This--"

"Sitting upright, with a straight back, he's a soldier," Rosalin ignored Ender, who was trying to refute, and continued on her own, "There are calluses between the index finger of the right hand, the left and right sides, and the palm of the left hand. And a lot of gun cocoons left after holding a gun. Sebastian should be very good at using a gun, is it the army, C'est la Première Guerre Mondiale (is it World War I)?"

The last French sentence landed, and Sebas, who was sitting in the corner, pursed his lips, but said nothing.

That's what affirmation means.

"It's a battle."

Rosalin nodded in satisfaction, and looked at Ender for the first time since she joined the chat: "So sir, I don't think that a person who has only hunted can beat a World War I veteran in terms of marksmanship."

After her exposition ended, the long table that was originally bustling and noisy fell into a dead silence.

Ok?

Rosalin blinked.

Did she say something wrong?Rosalin went through her interpretation in her mind, and didn't find any omissions.She would not make such a low-level mistake.

But everyone looks shocked... oh!

Rosalin slapped her forehead.

Before going out, Miss Marple clearly told her to take into account the feelings of ordinary people.

"Feel sorry."

Rosalin apologized to the girls around without any guilt: "You don't seem to like men who have killed people-even if he is a war hero. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I disturbed everyone's interest. I'm sorry, Sebastian, too. Ruined your luck."

"Just pretend I never said that!"

Rosalin had no choice but to accept her fate and get up.

She still didn't forget to turn her head and add to Ender: "And, I won't have sex with strangers on the cruise ship, sorry."

After speaking, Rosalin stepped forward with her long legs and left the long table where young men and women gathered.

She came directly to the bar counter of the bar, and after sitting down, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Too careless, Rosalin blamed herself from the bottom of her heart, she would always forget Miss Marple's advice.The main thing was not that she was afraid of spoiling the atmosphere, Rosalin was afraid that Miss Marple would be worried if she knew that she was hated again.

"Would you like a drink, miss?"

The bartender greeted from behind the bar: "When you come to New York, you can't drink serious alcoholic drinks."

what……

Rosalin immediately shook off the frustration of slipping the tongue.

Prohibition of alcohol began in the United States on January 1920, 1.Since then, it has been illegal to manufacture, sell and transport beverages with an alcoholic content of more than 17 percent.

In other words, when the Olympic arrived at New York port, Rosalin would say goodbye to all alcoholic beverages.

"Then—"

"Two glasses of beer."

A slightly hoarse Irish accent sounded beside Rosalin. She turned her head and saw Sebastian, who had been silent just now, sitting beside her.

The young man took out a few coins from his pocket and threw them on the bar: "I invite her."

The bartender behind the bar showed a knowing smile.

"Of course," he took the coin, "how can I let the beautiful lady drink alone."

Rosalin noticed that he had rolled up the sleeves of his coat and shirt, exposing a pair of muscular forearms.

Not only a sharpshooter, but also a thug.

He had killed—Rosalin didn't mean on the battlefield.

She just could sense it.Following her grandfather and Miss Marple, Rosalin has seen too many murderers and dead bodies.

Even without deduction and deduction, Rosalin could smell it.

"It shouldn't be," said Rosalind.

"What?" Sebastian took the two glasses of beer from the bartender, and pushed one of them to Rosalin.

"There will be no shortage of jobs for well-trained people," she said. "London needs people who can fight."

Sebastian's gaze was like two knives piercing Rosalin's body.

He was silent for a moment, and then lightly parted his overly red lips: "I don't think you should."

Rosalind: "Huh?"

Sebastian: "Shouldn't be in the public area of ​​the third class cabin, miss."

Rosalin raised her eyebrows.

"You're not the only one on this ship with eyes that can see."

Sebas spread his hands upwards, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Even if you put on cotton and linen clothes, you don't look like you've worked. Your palms are clean and your skin has never been exposed to the sun," he said. "So, what are you doing in third class? Miss?"

Rosalin raised the beer glass and brought it to her lips: "I'm here to wait for a murder case."

Sebastian: "Murder?"

Rosalin smiled brightly.

She took a sip of beer.

Naturally, the third-class bar will not sell such a good wine. The wine has a very light wheat flavor and a strong miscellaneous flavor, and it is mixed with some water.

But Rosalin still put down the beer glass contentedly.

"Thank you for the beer."

She stretched out her right hand towards Sebastian beside her: "Rosalind, Rosalind Poirot."

Sebastian's expression changed subtly after hearing her surname.

Some thoughts flashed across his eyes.

"Sebastian Moran."

Then Sebastian also stretched out his right hand, holding Rosalin's fingertips.

"You're welcome, just call me Sebastian."