marvelous rosaline

Chapter 19 Mara & Poirot Detective Agency 19

19

This is provocation.

When Thiago and the bodyguards joined forces to remove the spring device hanging out of the window, Rosalin only felt a bright provocation.

A sharp piece of iron will smash the window with the spring, and the broken glass may hurt Miss Michelle Dixon's face, but the piece of iron may not hit the vital point accurately and take her life.But for an actor, disfigurement is worse than killing her directly.

The spring mechanism in front of him looks like a murder notice, or some nasty joke from a psycho.The other party is directly announcing his existence: Look, I will kill her, but before that, I am going to make a prank to scare you, interesting, right?

"I see." Rosalin whispered.

"What?" Thiago asked.

Rosalin didn't answer, she turned directly to the terrified Miss Dixon: "Do you have any plans for the future?"

Miss Dexen looked like she was about to cry again: "I, I was invited to a party in the theater, just, right next door to the hotel!"

Rosalind: "The hotel party..."

She nodded, then looked at Miss Dirkson's two bodyguards.

"Go and find out if there was an African-American young man who came before Miss Dexen returned to the dressing room. He...should not be very old, and his accent may have an aristocratic accent. Yes." Rosalin quickly described: "He is wearing an exquisite dress, at worst a three-piece suit, quite fashionable and expensive, enough to make an impression at first glance. After finding out, ask him where he left the dressing room gone."

Thiago: "How do you know so clearly?"

Because Rosalin had roughly outlined an image of Annecy in her mind.

What kind of person would give himself the word □□?Anansi is arrogant enough, but also quite narcissistic.People with the above-mentioned characteristics tend to pay special attention to their appearance, and they are determined not to allow any inappropriate situations in their dressing, speech and behavior.

Moreover, Ananxi was clearly planning to kill Miss Dirkson, not only was he not afraid of making a fool of himself, but he wanted to pull off such a prank, which proved that he loved drama and didn't take Rosalin seriously.

What a standard narcissistic psychopath.Rosalind thought Anansi would be happy when she was doing something.

"Can you shirk the hotel party?" Rosalind asked Miss Dixon.

The other party hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "There are several important employers, if I shirk, I may lose my next job."

Rosalin slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

She just knew it was.

This prank was not aimed at Miss Dirksen, but at Rosalind.Annecy's people had been watching her, and he knew Rosalind would come.

Well, she accepted this provocation.

"My friend and I," Rosalin pointed to Thiago, "can we go to this party together?"

"Yes, yes!"

Miss Dexon grabbed Rosalin's wrist as if she was savior: "This party is semi-public, and it is estimated that there will be many people who are not invited to attend. As long as you put on formal clothes, you can easily Mix in."

Thiago: "A lot of people..."

Rosalin understood his worry: there are too many people, and this is the best time to strike.

"Let's go." She said enthusiastically, "Let's meet this narcissist for a while."

In the golden age, few minorities would appear in public in expensive formal attire.Therefore, it didn't take much time for the bodyguards to figure out Ananxi's whereabouts—after he stayed in Miss Dirksen's dressing room for a while, he swaggered away from the main entrance and turned to the back entrance of the hotel next door.

They immediately went straight to hotel security.

Thiago asked for the floor plan of the banquet hall, while Rosalin found the party arrangements for the theater.This party is similar to a celebration banquet, and it is to celebrate the successful conclusion of the performance of the musical "Gypsy Daughter" in which Miss Michelle Dirksen participated.When Rosalin and the others came to the banquet hall, many people had already arrived in the banquet hall.

There were invited guests, crew members who arrived early, many reporters, critics, and low-level actors and salesmen who wanted to find opportunities for development on Broadway. Men and women gathered in one place, full of voices and bustle.The banquet hall has two floors. Rosalin stood in front of the handrails on the upper floor, and the dance floor on the lower floor was clearly visible.

The bird's-eye view allows them to see everything at a glance.

"If it was you," Rosalind asked, "what would you do?"

"so many people."

Thiago's doll's face was full of worry: "He can take advantage of the chaos and approach Miss Dixon and do it directly."

Rosalind: "Well..."

Thiago: "What?"

In such an environment, hands-on is very convenient.But the question is, how will Anansi leave?

Rosalin ordered the hotel to secure the front and rear main entrances of the banquet hall.Maybe he had sneaked into the room before the hotel was alerted, but it was not so easy to get out after the murder.

In this era, well-dressed minorities are simply unforgettable existences.

Unless he is really like the gods of the West African tribes, who can turn into a spider and escape silently along the window.

window--

Rosalin quickly figured out the layout of the windows of the banquet hall: the four floor-to-ceiling windows are set at the four corners of the room, and it is not very easy to break in by force.With so many people indoors, it is not easy to shoot from the window.

Standing on a high place, she could see all the details of the banquet hall at a glance. Rosalin simulated several killing plans in her mind, but the final conclusion was the same: it was easy to kill Miss Dexen, but it was not easy to retreat with a full body. possible.

"In short, once he appears, we can all see it," Thiago said, "stop him before he makes a move."

"I know, but I'm afraid—"

Rosalin's subsequent words were covered up by the music that sounded.

The beautiful melody of jazz music hovered in the banquet hall. The main entrance of the banquet hall opened, and Miss Michelle Dirksen, who was dressed in a beautiful dress, came in holding the arm of a middle-aged wealthy businessman.

She used heavy makeup to cover her panic and exhaustion, her blond hair was slightly curled, and her apple muscles were round and smooth when she smiled. The American Sweetheart style of romance and beauty attracted many people to twitch their mouths with her smile .

Several business leaders entered the banquet hall, and the crowd automatically moved out of the way.

At this moment, a pungent smell entered Rosalin's nostrils along the flowing air.

The sweet, bitter, and pungent smell made Rosailin instantly alert. This smell was like the smell of a dead body soaked in high-concentration industrial essence, which rotted and swollen, mixed with high-concentration essence. It has more impact than pure corpse smell.

Amidst the music, a whistle sounded like a bird chirping.

"It's Miss Dexen's bodyguard!"

Thiago became vigilant: "He blew the whistle!"

Rosalin's gaze immediately moved to the place where the whistle sounded, and saw the bodyguard near the main entrance on the first floor pointing to the stairs.

On the spiral staircase between the first and second floors of the banquet hall, stood a dark-skinned young man.Wearing a long tuxedo, he stood upright and well-mannered. Hearing the music downstairs, the young man slowly raised his hands and placed them on the edge of the fence.Just this one action also showed his elegance and restraint like an ancient nobleman.

"Tiago, Thiago, Thiago—" Rosalin grabbed the companion beside her.

Thiago nodded, then ran to the stairs at the other end of the second floor.

Rosalin went straight to the spiral staircase where he was.

There were too many people, even on the second floor of the banquet hall, it was difficult for Rosalin to move forward.From the corner of her eye, she kept staring at the African-American man on the spiral staircase. As he turned around, Rosalin even noticed that the back of his expensive tuxedo was embroidered with a lifelike spider in an extremely complicated way. .

In the crowd, he was as eye-catching as a peacock with its tail spread, it was hard not to notice him.

When Rosalin crossed the crowd and came to the corner, his figure had already disappeared.

"Please get out of the way!"

Rosalin's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

She was in a hurry to go downstairs, but more people were also in a hurry to go downstairs.How many people want to personally congratulate the management and the director on the success of the play, and get a chance to get familiar with it.Rosalin looked left and right, but she couldn't find a gap to squeeze in. It took her three times longer than expected to finally reach the entrance of the spiral staircase——

Someone bumped into Rosailin from behind, and she staggered slightly forward half a step.

The person who came up to her met her in time to support her.

Rosalin stabilized her figure and raised her head.

The man in the tuxedo with elegant movements and dignified demeanor let go of the palm that was gently holding Rosalind.The young African-American was very tall. He stretched out his arms, calmly fending off the crowded crowd for Rosalin.

"In ancient times, warriors would draw prominent designs or family crests on their shields as bullseyes. Do you know why, Miss Poirot?"

Rosalin subconsciously stepped back, and her body hit the handrail of the spiral staircase.

He clearly knew that Rosailin was here to intercept him, but the man in front of him was neither panic nor anxious.He didn't even look at Miss Dirksen downstairs who was at the center of attention in the banquet hall at a certain distance from the crowd.

"Because the appearance of the bull's-eye attracts absolute attention, soldiers on the battlefield will actively aim at it, rather than helmets and faces with shields."

The young man kept a polite distance, and the sticky corpse odor mixed with industrial flavors flooded Rosalind's senses like a tsunami.

"In this way, by making a little gimmick, you can give yourself a chance of survival."

Rosalin's pupils shrank suddenly.

With the sound of the shattering of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Rosalin realized everything, but it was too late.

Screams, cries, and calls to security and doctors were mixed together.Rosalin turned her head and saw Miss Dexon lying in a pool of blood, the French window in the corner was shattered, and the wind outside was blowing in.

Mischief and over-the-top formal attire are nothing more than Annecy's tricks.

He was the bullseye painted on the armor that caught Rosalin's attention.

"Now."

Anansi raised his hands high and gave a rather gentle smile.

"You want to arrest me," he said with a smile, "then you can arrest me."

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