marvelous rosaline

Chapter 11 Mara & Poirot Detective Agency 11

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Rosalin's short red hair was fixed with a wooden hair ornament carved with complicated patterns, and behind the hair ornament was a long golden veil. The golden veil was untied from her neck under the blowing of the night wind, flying in the air. Flying, bringing up the sparkling light like the surface of water.The same is true of her dress, the fringe of the skirt is dotted with fine sequins, and with her movements, mottled light spots dance and flicker around her calves.

She rushed directly into Gatsby's arms, and the young girl seemed to descend from the sky on the light.

Gatsby's eyes were filled with shock, the sudden force made him lose his focus, and he had to take half a step back.The man raised his hands and firmly supported Rosalind's waist under inertia.

Through the fabric, Rosalin could clearly feel that the man became extremely stiff due to her contact, and the adrenaline brought by the tension and accident had not yet faded away, so close, Rosalin could clearly feel the man coming from Gates. Than a tremor in the chest.

"Putong", "Putong", so clear.

Rosalin raised her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell into the dark ocean of the man's pair.

The green eyes were opposite to the blue eyes, and it was Gatsby who closed his eyes first, avoiding her unobstructed gaze: "Miss, let me go first, I have something important—"

As he spoke, he let go of his hand, intending to back away.

But Rosalind couldn't let him go.

She tightened her forearm around the man's neck, and whispered to him again: "What you did in the Times Theater, people are watching."

Gatsby's raised right foot came down again.

He turned his head, and the tip of his nose barely brushed Rosalin's forehead: "What did you say?"

It worked.

This sentence not only made Gatsby dispel the idea of ​​leaving, but also made Rosalin sure that he really "did something" in the Times Theater rather than investing in it.

The lighting is ambiguous () and the melodious music is flowing. Under the obscure atmosphere, the two people approaching seem to blend in with the exaggerated banquet environment around them.But Gatsby's rigidity and defensiveness drew a very clear line between him and Rosalind: just to talk, nothing else.

"Are you friends with Lady Edith Poirot, Mr. Gatsby?" Roscelyn asked tentatively.

"It's an old friend." Gatsby's answer was rather vague, but it was enough for Rosalind to understand the situation.

An old friend, but not a friend.Rosalin quickly calculated the time: Jay Gatsby in front of him seemed to have just entered the prime of life, 31 and 20 years old, and he was only an 11-year-old boy when his mother was still there [-] years ago.Well, at least the possibility of him being mother's lover can be ruled out.

Not a friend, not a lover, then maybe an enemy.

Rosalin probably gained confidence in her heart.

She turned her head slightly, hiding her face in the shadow of the brilliant light, so as to avoid Gatsby's scrutinizing eyes.On the handsome face not far away, the sincere smile that made people feel valued and trusted from the bottom of their hearts disappeared.

"That's right," Rosalin lowered her voice, "As far as I know, a former friend of Ms. Poirot is investigating you."

"Detective Frank Cage."

"Ah, you know."

Rosalin pretended to be pleasantly surprised: "The next thing will be much easier to explain, sir. Detective Frank Kutch sneaked into the Times Theater and stole the theater's ledger."

"And how do you know these things?"

"I can help you, sir," Rosalinn replied irrelevantly, "I can help you stop Frank Kutch. He is investigating the investment company that injected a lot of money into the Times Theater. Is that a friend or an enemy?"

"Bill Brothers Investments wants to buy the Times Theater, and I won't allow it."

"why?"

"because--"

Gatsby's last words were drowned out by a violent cheer downstairs.Rosalin wanted to ask more questions, but at this moment, a beam of bright light lit up on the dance floor.

This beam of light shot straight into the sky, illuminating the dance floor as well as the upstairs terrace.

For a moment, Rosalin's deliberately hidden face was completely exposed to the light.

Her green eyes, her red hair, and Edith Poirot's face all fell into Gatsby's eyes.Rosalin clearly saw the pair of light blue eyes shrinking suddenly.

"Rosalind?!" Gatsby said in shock.

Rosalin's reaction was even more shocking than his.

Does he know her?

Even if Rosalin had learned reasoning and deduction from her grandfather, and even if she had a keen sense of smell, it was absolutely impossible for her to expect Jay Gatsby to call out her name in the first place.She froze in place, while Gatsby reached out and grabbed Rosalind's wrist firmly.

"Why are you here."

After the shock, what remains is chagrin and tension.Gatsby asked, "When did you come to New York?"

"My name is not Rosalind," she said immediately, "Mr. Gatsby, you have misunderstood the person."

For a moment, Rosalind almost thought Gatsby would laugh at it.

Gatsby has a smiling lip, which makes him always have the illusion that "he is smiling" when he tightens his mouth.

But he didn't, those light blue eyes looked at Rosalin quietly, but he pursed his lips slightly, which clearly expressed that Jay Gatsby didn't take Rosalin's clumsy lies to heart at all.

"You shouldn't be in New York," he said, "and you shouldn't be involved in this."

Music and cheers filled the room, but the lively and noisy surroundings seemed to have nothing to do with them.

"It's a good thing you came to me instead of the Times Theatre. Maybe I'm in no position to prevent you from recovering your mother's belongings," said Gatsby, "but it's too dangerous, you are Hercule Poirot's grandson , you should be smart enough to understand that taking risks alone is not a conscious choice."

He is very powerful, and his determination cannot be easily shaken by Rosalin.As he continued to speak, the smell of brandy surged through Rosalin's senses.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Oh, really?"

Gatsby turned his head and glanced at his lively dance floor: "Then what are you doing here?"

Rosalind: "..."

A tall, wealthy, and older man stood in front of him at close range, talking to him ( ) in a vaguely threatening manner, and any other girl would probably be afraid and shrink back.

But Rosalin just blinked blankly.

"Why don't you smile at me?" she asked.

Gatsby's astonishment made Rosalin understand that she had won back.

"What?" He didn't follow Rosalind's train of thought.

Rosalin's eyes fell on Gatsby's slightly raised smiling lips.

That's how Mr. Gatsby smiled at her just now.

But at that time Rosalin was just a stranger to him.But when he called out his name, the smile seemed to disappear forever.

"It's fine if you don't laugh."

Rosalin raised her voice as if complaining.

She raised her free hand.Rosalin curled her fingers slightly, and the knuckles of her index finger and middle finger tapped on Gatsby's elbow with agility.

He grabbed Rosalind's arm and felt a numbness in his elbow, and the force was immediately removed.

Unexpectedly, Gatsby looked up in astonishment: "Wait a minute."

"That's rude," she said aloud, "I've decided not to help you!"

Rosalin threw off the high heels under her feet, jumped directly over the fence of the terrace, and jumped off!

"Rosalin, be careful!!"

Gatsby's voice seemed to be heard behind him, but it was indistinct from the music.Rosalin jumped directly from the upstairs to the fountain downstairs. Not only did her behavior not attract attention, but it was regarded as a young girl's carnival, which completely ignited the enthusiasm of the ball.

The crowd danced like crazy.

Rosalin got up from the pool and swam to the edge of the pool.She raised her head and glanced at Gatsby from a distance under the carnival of the nearly irrational crowd.

She saw him open his mouth and shout something again.

But at such a distance, Rosalin could no longer hear his voice, and even the smell of apple brandy disappeared.

Gotta hurry up.

Rosalin thought to herself, this trip was not fruitless.

…………

……

The next morning, Kage & Poirot Detective Agency.

Thiago Mara came to the third floor, and the first thing he saw was that the nameplate hanging in front of the detective agency had been changed: the first half of the "Kaqi" in the Kaqi & Poirot detective agency was pasted with white cardboard. , someone changed it to "Mara" in a beautiful font.

Thiago: "..."

He glanced at the door, which was unlocked.

Thiago didn't feel vigilant because of this, he pushed open the door, and as expected saw Rosalin Poirot sitting behind Frank's desk, holding a pen, seriously studying the Sudoku in the newspaper.

She was still wearing the silver dress from last night, she was completely soaked, and the gold yarn used as a hair accessory was thrown carelessly on the table.

"You didn't go back to the hotel?" Thiago asked in astonishment.

"No."

Without raising her head, Rosalin pointed to the drenched gold yarn with a pen: "There are not many public transportation in West Egg, Long Island. I just came back from a banquet. Being a party girl is hard work, and I don't have a special car in the future. You go to such a banquet by yourself."

Thiago: "..."

The young man suddenly felt a pain in his head.

"Don't make that face."

Rosalin just dropped the pen in her hand and raised her head.

"It's from my mother," she said.

"Gatsby thinks that I came to New York to find my mother's belongings." Rosalin didn't even change her clothes, so she didn't sleep all night, but under the fluffy bangs, Rosalin's green eyes were still sharp and straightforward: "I'm afraid that's the real reason why someone invested in the Times Theater."

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