marvelous rosaline

18

Miss Dixon is dying.

The reason is very simple.The mastermind behind the scenes could give her poison () medicine as a gift, and he could easily kill her.

If Rosalin failed to instigate others to poison ( ), she would kill people to silence her first, so as to prevent the police and opponents from following this set of clues to trace herself.

Two days later.

After a full day of rehearsals, Rosalin did not return directly to the detective agency, but dragged Thiago to the Blair Theater two kilometers away.

Recently, Miss Michelle Dirksen has been performing here, and she also received a fatal gift in gorgeous packaging here.

When the two walked into the theater, they happened to meet the police detectives who were investigating.

"Miss Rosakova! Why are you here?!"

After Mr. Gatsby's banquet, the streets and alleys of the next day were covered with newspaper headlines with a recent photo of Rosalind.The public's curiosity was finally satisfied: as expected, Williams lived up to her reputation, and the second Ms. Poirot hand-picked was a beautiful girl with a star appearance!

Even eight-year-old newsboys now know that this face is about to become Edith Poirot on stage, let alone well-informed police detectives.

The man in charge of the case was Detective Hudgens of the Manhattan Police Department, a strong man in his early thirties.

"Let me check the situation," Rosalind asked, "where is Miss Dexen?"

"She's resting in her dressing room."

"then you……"

"I'm here to investigate the audience in the gift box."

After Detective Huggins finished speaking, he couldn't help sighing: "People nowadays are very courageous. They dare to give away any medicine! Fortunately, you discovered it early, Miss Rosakova, and you don't have to worry about your friend. Mr. Farrell hired a special person to protect her, and those who didn't know that posture thought they were protecting the President of the United States."

Yes, Rosalind chose to keep it a secret.She claimed to the outside world that Miss Dirksen felt something was wrong after receiving the gift, and she showed it to her, only to find out that it was poison () medicine.

It seems that there are fanatical fans who want to poison Miss Dirksen, and have completely distanced themselves from Rosalind.

She could have called the police about Michelle Dirksen's attempted murder, but it didn't make any sense to keep her in the police station.

The mastermind behind the scenes will not let Miss Dexen fail to cast ( ) the poison, so it is better to let her play a final role and be a bait to see if she can catch any clues.

"Looking at your expression, sir," Rosalin tentatively tried, "I'm afraid there is no progress."

"I can't reveal too much, miss."

Detective Huggins shrugged: "But the other party has never shown up, and the reservation box is still under a pseudonym, so what can I investigate?"

Rosalind: "Then isn't this a waste of your time?"

Detective Huggins: "Not really. No matter how mysterious the audience is, if they want to watch a show, they have to come to the theater in person."

He probably felt that the information at hand was useless, and saw that Rosalin showed great concern for Miss Dexen.The police detective thought for a while, and saw that there were no outsiders, and lowered his voice: "I will find out now. The person who booked the box called himself 'Annecy' on the phone. When the waiter saw the performance, a black servant came in and out instead of the master."

They are all clues that can be found out with a little inquiring on the surface. It is true that the police detective told Rosalin nothing.

However, the person who booked the box is called Anansi?

Words that were not pronounced in English silently rolled around on the tip of Rosalin's tongue, and she smiled at the police detective.

"thank you, sir!"

Roseline said: "With your escort, I believe the case will progress soon."

Detective Huggins rubbed the tip of his nose embarrassingly: "Don't worry, Miss Rosakova, go and visit your friend!"

After politely saying goodbye to the police detectives, Rosalind and Thiago walked towards the backstage of the theater.

"It may not be the servant who entered and exited the box," said Rosalind, "it may be Annecy himself."

"What—how did you know?" Tiago hurried to catch up.

"Anansi (Anansi) is the spider god believed by the Ashanti people in Ghana, West Africa." Roseline explained: "He loves pranks and is good at deception, but he is also the local god of wisdom. According to legend, he taught the people of West Africa how to Farming. I don’t think there will be tribal gods that white people call themselves black.”

I have to thank the fantasy author Neil Gaiman who was born more than 30 years later. If it weren't for his "American Gods", Rosalin would not have been so impressed by Annecy's story.

At the beginning of the twentieth century, no one paid attention to the myths and legends of West Africa.

There are so many myths and legends in the world, and there are several gods of deception alone.Why did he call himself Annecy?It could only be that the man behind the scenes has a sense of identity with West African culture.

Nine times out of ten he is African American.

In New York in 1925, ethnic minorities were still excluded by mainstream society, and most of them lived at the bottom of society.Even if this "Annecy" freely enters and exits the reserved box, people will preconceive that he is a servant rather than a master.

In this way, he obviously moves freely, but everyone in the theater has never seen his true face.

How ironic, Rosalind thought.It is obvious that the skin color of African Americans is despised and rejected by people at the moment, but he uses this contemptuousness as his own protective color, swaggeringly operating under people's prejudice, and no one notices it.

"African, it sounds pretty smart, he should be a person who is good at talking and fishes in troubled waters."

Thiago's level is not bad, he immediately summed up the key information from Rosalind's words: "I'll tell Miss Dirksen's bodyguard."

Rosalin: "No. If they take precautions in advance, they will alert the other party."

Thiago: "What about Miss Dexen?"

The baby-faced youth turned his head.

Rosalin beside her was wearing makeup, and the subtle makeup embellishments magnified her beauty.The girl from Europe seems not to eat fireworks, and the facial features are painted like a painting.

"Anyway, she's going to die anyway. As long as you don't catch Anansi, you can escape once, and there will be a second and a third time," Rosalin said nonchalantly, "Why don't you see what the Spider God is going to do."

Thiago looked at Rosalind in shock.

Rosalin's emerald-like eyes are crystal clear and bright, but they often appear too frank and frightening—it is because she has a beautiful face that the words she says are even more inhuman.

Thiago: "Are you serious?"

Rosalin: "Of course...why are you looking at me like that!"

She didn't realize where she said something wrong, until Tiago's shocked gaze wanted to shoot through Rosalin's small body.

Oh fine!

It must be her saying that she doesn't care about human life again, which surprised Thiago.Even Sebastian Moran would express his disapproval.

"I didn't say let her die," Rosalin muttered. "Catch Anansi, and she will be safe? Although I don't like Miss Dirksen, since I decided to protect her, I won't let Anansi, Tennessee come and take her life."

Rosalin really didn't care whether Miss Dixon was dead or alive, but she didn't want to lose.

This is a challenge to Rosalin's business ability!

Hearing that she announced that she wanted to protect Miss Dexen, Tiago felt a little relieved.

Between the words, the two had already walked to the dressing room at the backstage of the theater.

Leaving aside the fact that Mr. Farrell once dictated to the play and almost screwed up "Singing Angels", he was not bad to his lover.Two strong bodyguards stood in front of the door of the dressing room, and the aura of no strangers on them alone was enough to scare away most people with ulterior motives.

Miss Dirkson had no idea that Rosalind would come to visit in person.

She had a meltdown two days ago and she still doesn't seem to have recovered.Just after the performance, Rosalin could notice that her makeup was much thicker than usual.

"That person didn't contact me again," Miss Dexen was vigilant and frustrated. "The police took away the 'gift' and letters he sent. I have nothing here to help you."

"Not necessarily."

Rosalin asked directly: "Do you still remember who sent the gift that day?"

Miss Dexon was taken aback: "Is that guy's servant? A nigger. He doesn't look very old, but he's cleanly dressed."

Her words made Rosalin purse her lips unhappily.

As a time traveler from the 21st century, Rosalin has always been insensitive to the obvious discrimination of this era.But Miss Dirksen's statement undoubtedly confirmed Rosalind's point of view.

She quickly exchanged a look with Thiago: the person who came to give the "gift" was probably Anansi himself.

"Are you here just to ask this?"

asked Miss Dixon, slightly uneasy.

After the last banquet, she seemed a little afraid of Rosalind.But out of dignity, Miss Dirkson tried her best to maintain her calm appearance.She sat down on the dressing table as if nothing had happened, and skillfully touched the cosmetics in front of the mirror, but found nothing.

Rosalin's eyes followed sharply.

The skincare and makeup industry of the Jazz Age has just begun to bloom across the board, but this era is not as much technology as the future to support it.Today's cosmetics are nothing more than a few standard items, and the gap in product competition between brands is very small.

Therefore, many brands will try their best to make the packaging extra delicate.

In front of Miss Dirksen's dressing table is a whole suit.Ceramic bottles and jars are engraved with gorgeous lines, and powder cream, lipstick, eyebrow pencil and cream are lined up one by one. They are placed here not only as supplies, but also as artworks to show their worth and confidence.

There is a little dust between the gaps of the cosmetics, and it seems that it has not been moved for a long time.Miss Dexon should be very familiar with the placement of the various supplies, but she found nothing.

What does she want to touch?

Ben was wearing heavy makeup, so she came here looking for makeup remover supplies, and a towel box was missing from the set.

"I've been terrified these past few days, and I can't even sleep well."

Miss Dirkson turned her head while talking, and her eyes finally fell on the window of the dressing room.

The towel box is placed by the window.

"When will that person be caught?"

She stood up and reached for the towel box with her slender hands.

Suddenly, a question flashed from the bottom of Rosalin's heart: why is the towel box by the window?

When any girl puts on makeup, she will not keep the commonly used utensils far away from herself.unless……

Unless someone has moved her gear.

"do not move!"

Rosalin yelled suddenly.

Her sudden voice startled Miss Dexen, who immediately stopped where she touched the edge of the towel box.Rosalin strode forward, leaned down ( ) to look at the towel box for a while, and then felt a barely visible nylon thread from under the bottom of the box.

Following the nylon thread, Rosalin opened the window, and at the blind corner of the edge of the window, a spring device was stuck, and a sharp iron block was placed in it.

As soon as Miss Dirksen removed the towel box, the spring undid, and the iron would smash through the window and hit her directly on the forehead.

——This is simply a trap at the level of "Death is Coming"!