marvelous rosaline

12

Detective Kachi had no family when he was alive, and he often stayed at the detective agency.Therefore, the detective agency is equipped with a full range of bathing facilities, which allows Rosalin to freshen up and change into clean clothes.

While brushing her hair, she sat behind the desk.

"What did you get out of Gatsby's office?" asked Rosalind.

"Nothing useful, but—"

"but?"

Thiago took out a folded folder from his large suit and pushed it in front of Rosalind.

It's a newspaper clipping.On the first page of the newspaper clipping hung a huge headline: "Broadway 'Angel' Edith Poirot Dies"

"From Gatsby's filing cabinet," said Thiago. "He was gathering information on Ms. Poirot."

"Do not."

Rosalin flipped through the newspaper clippings, and her expression gradually became complicated: "He's collecting news about me."

Thiago: "Huh?"

The content of the clippings was indeed related to the mother, but most of the recorded news was either that the mother was pregnant, or speculation about the identity of Rosalind’s father.In addition, other newspaper clippings were written in French, and they were the parts where Rosalin occasionally mentioned her name in the newspaper when she and her grandfather solved the case together.

No wonder he knew her name was Rosalind.

But... what was Jay Gatsby doing collecting her information?For a moment, Rosalin couldn't figure it out: Even if he knew his mother, it didn't mean he had to pay attention to his movements.

It was so strange, Rosalin put a question mark in her heart: What exactly does he want to do?

"And you," Thiago asked, "how is your side?"

Rosalin withdrew her thoughts, briefly told Thiago about the situation last night, and successfully got the young man's ghost-like expression.

"You—what?!"

He looked at Rosalind in disbelief: "You jumped into the fountain in full view?!"

Rosalin raised her eyebrows slightly upon hearing this.Her green eyes are full of innocence: "Or I'll be taken by Gatsby."

Thiago's expression turned worried: "But...but you can live for a while, but you can't live forever. What if he troubles you? This is New York, and he almost knows everything in New York."

Rosalin was very sure: "He won't."

"The Great Gatsby" tells a story about love - to be precise, an infatuated person.Rosalin's understanding of Gatsby in the original book is limited to his generosity and benevolence to his friends and his infatuation to his lover to the end.Besides, what Gatsby does and what kind of person he is in his daily life, she has no idea.

West Egg, Long Island is a residential area. The "less public transportation" in Rosalin's mouth refers to the fact that she escaped from Gatsby's mansion and lingered in front of the station for several hours before waiting for the first bus.

During this period, if Gatsby could have sent someone to catch her, Rosalin left smoothly.

This can only prove one thing, and that is that Jay Gatsby may not have the same position as hers, but he has no intention of hurting her, or really restricting her freedom.

Jay Gatsby's status in New York is as written in today's papers, saying that he can "buy a New York."No matter how many little tricks Rosailin knows about stealing chickens and dogs, she can't shake a rich man with all-hands-on-the-eyes.If he wanted to embarrass Rosalin, she had no room to resist.

But he didn't.

With eyes as clear as the ocean, it's hard to believe that Jay Gatsby would do extreme things.

Let's just believe that he is the same as in the original book, Rosalind thought.

"Let's not talk about him, let's talk about the clues." Rosalin threw away the towel in her hand.

"What do you mean by relic?" Thiago asked.

"I don't know," she said, "Gatsby recognized me and insisted that I came to New York to get back what belonged to Mama."

But Rosalin was completely unaware that her mother had a relic in New York.Edith Poirot's will had long been sent to Brussels on the other side of the ocean, and it had been locked in her grandfather's safe for more than ten years.

She didn't remember that her mother had left anything important in New York in her will.

but……

Mom didn't write it either, she also invested in a detective agency in New York.

"Rosalind?"

"Gatsby also said that fortunately I chose to investigate him instead of the Times Theater," Rosalin returned to reality from her thoughts, "Is the relic in the Times Theater?"

"if it is like this--"

Thiago has been an assistant to Detective Frank Kutch for many years, and he immediately followed Rosalind's train of thought: "Then everything makes sense!"

Rosalind nodded.

Assuming the relic is in the care of the Times Theatre, getting it legally would require first putting the theater out of business and then buying it.Then, there is a reason for Times Theater's sudden decline and sudden large investment in recent years.And at this critical moment, what kept the black hand behind the scenes from taking action?

"Gatsby was at a critical moment," said Rosalind, "and transferred [-] dollars to the theater, plus the fixed transfer funds from her mother's account, which prevented the theater from being acquired."

Therefore, the behind-the-scenes boss of the investment company has no way to take the relic as his own.But correspondingly, Gatsby, who is one of the theater's investments, can't do it either.

"The point is, I don't know what mother's relic is." Rosalin said in a low voice.

"You can't ask directly," Tiago added. "It's too dangerous, even if you are the daughter of Lady Edith Poirot."

"Ah."

Since Detective Kaqi died because of investigating this matter, there is no guarantee that Rosalin's appearance as a descendant of Ms. Edith Poirot will not cause danger.Rosalin was not afraid of danger, but she was afraid that if the danger came too little, the whole thing would become boring.What she was afraid of was to startle the snake again.

You have to keep a low profile, Rosalin thought carefully.

If the man behind the scenes knew of her existence, Bao Buqi would do something to cause trouble.

"We have to start the investigation from inside the theater."

Rosalin said firmly: "Moreover, it only needs to be deep enough."

Thiago: "So it's definitely not possible to pretend to be a field worker to test extras."

Rosalin understood why Detective Kaqi chose to investigate upwards rather than downwards into the theater.

If you want to go deep enough, you have to have close contact with people like theater owners or investors, and even become friends.It's hard for a private investigator to do that.So Detective Kaqi went around. Although he didn't understand what was wrong with the Times Theater, he directly touched the man behind the scenes.

He also lost his life.

In this case……

Rosalin slapped her forehead: "I have a solution!"

Thiago: "Tell me about it?"

"The Times Theater is planning mother's autobiographical musical." Rosalin was full of energy. "The producer and play director Williams said they would interview the leading actress for the public, right?"

"what?"

"I can go to the interview!"

Rosalin gave a bright smile.

Rosalin's hair was wet and messy just after taking a shower, but even so it didn't affect her beauty.The young girl's eyebrows are curved, and her fair and delicate face is filled with pure expectation and longing.Roseline pointed to her face: "Is there anyone more like my mother than me?"

Thiago blinked, and then the expression on the doll's face slowly cracked.

He couldn't believe his ears—no one would have thought that the "want to go to Broadway" that Rosalin Poirot kept saying was not her casual excuse, but that she had really thought about it!

"You...then..."

Thiago hesitated for a long time, and finally regained his language ability: "What about the detective agency?!"

Rosalin clapped her hands: "Don't delay, I can take on multiple roles."

"Just being a detective is so boring, I want to be the brightest singing star on the Broadway stage!" She announced enthusiastically.

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At the same time, a high-end restaurant in Manhattan.

Jay Gatsby handed over the hat and cane to the respectful waiter, and then the gentleman walked into the private room with imposing steps.

Mr. Gatsby is wearing an ivory suit today. The clothes of the rich are always custom-made. Just by the material, it can be seen that Gatsby’s royal tailor is extremely good: the suit is made of a slightly heavy fabric to neutralize the light color The frivolity brought, slightly thickened shoulders, and tucked in the waist, is a typical British formal style.

Pair it with a pair of ocher carved Oxford shoes, which can easily be distinguished from the American style, and the image of the old aristocrats is lifelike.

Yes, lifelike "life".

If Rosalin Poirot was present, she would say that even though Mr. Gatsby dressed as expensive and fashionable as a playboy, the most obvious thing about him is still a heroic, decisive, military spirit with a sense of toughness and integrity.This demeanor made him stand regularly in the spacious private room more like a general giving orders, rather than a young nobleman.

"You didn't tell me that Rosalin came to New York for this matter," Gatsby said.

The long table in the private room of the restaurant is enough for 20 people to dine, but at this moment, there is only one African-American youth in a dress sitting at the most central seat.

He glanced at Gatsby, just put down the knife and fork in his hand, and gracefully picked up the handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth.

"Annecy," Gatsby seemed offended by the other party's neglect, "remember why your master asked you to stay in New York?"

"Allow me to remind you, Mr. Gatsby."

The African-American youth named Ananxi spoke slowly: "60 years have passed since the Civil War, and there is no slavery system in New York. I am a free man, and no one can be my master except myself."

"Why is Rosalind in New York?!" Gatsby scolded angrily.

"The professor doesn't want her to come either," Anansi responded calmly, "but please rest assured, sir, my colleagues are watching her. If you think she will cause trouble, you can deal with it at any time."

"you dare."

Gatsby narrowed his eyes.

Those blue eyes, which were crystal clear in front of Rosalin, burst into an almost sharp crisis because of Anansi's contemptuous words.This crisis is like a knife stabbing at the young man sitting at the end of the long table.

"Tell James Moriarty," said Gatsby, "that all my co-operation with him is based on the premise that the safety of Rosalind Poirot is guaranteed. If anything happens to Rosalind, I will absolutely Can't spare him."

"receive."

Anansi raised a polite smile: "I will convey your point of view to the professor, Mr. Gatsby, but—"

Anansi at the end of the table stood up.

"I hope you will remember," he said, "the thing you hate most about Moriarty is being blackmailed."