marvelous rosaline

02

People who have killed are different, and Rosalin can always tell the difference.

You don't need to look at your eyes, you don't need to look at your figure, you can tell the difference just by smelling her.When she was a child, Rosalin didn't like the closeness of her grandma's straight-backed military officer friends. Grandma would say to those military officers that the heroic and majestic aura of the other party frightened her young grandson, but in fact it was not.

Rosalin could smell their bodies smelling like a rotten smell, as if soaking in the toilet full of rotten eggs, they couldn't wash it clean.Even if there are some well-dressed men who use cologne to carefully modify their image, Rosalin can still find this foul smell from fruit trees, flowers and other natural essential oils.

It wasn't until Rosalin followed her grandfather to investigate the case for the first time, and when she saw the dead body soaked in the water for the first time, that she suddenly realized.

What she smelled on the triumphant officer was the stench of corpses.

And at this moment, Sebastian Moran was sitting beside Rosalin, and the stench of corpses followed him everywhere.

Rosalin opened her mouth, and his name twirled around on the tip of her tongue.

How likely is it that she buys a random boat ticket to New York and just happens to meet the ultimate villain, Professor Moriarty's henchman?

Sebastian Moran, no matter the surname or the first name, is very popular.Rosalin decided to put a question mark in her heart first.

"What do you mean you're expecting a murder?" Sebas asked.

Rosalin's thoughts quickly returned to the scene she happened to see at the shipyard in South Cape three days ago.

"The deceased is Miss Mildred Douglas," she said nonchalantly, taking a sip of her beer. "After two o'clock in the evening, the murderer sneaked into the guest room and would slit her throat with a sharp knife. But I waited for three days and two nights." , The murder has not yet happened, I don’t know if the murderer has repented, or was delayed by something.”

"Miss Douglas."

Sebastian repeated Rosalind's words: "The daughter of the chairman of the New York Douglas Shipping Company?"

Rosalin nodded: "I'm afraid it is."

Sebastian: "Since the murder hasn't happened yet, how did you find out?"

Rosalind: "I saw the murderer making preparations."

Three days ago, she saw a man sitting on a street corner outside the shipyard, sharpening a knife with a stone from the shipyard.He looked about 30 years old, with a strong body and poor clothes. He was the most common poor worker near the dock.Rosalin noticed that his clothes were stained with old and new soot, and his hands and fingers were full of cinders. He should be a fireman.

He sharpened his knife without saying a word, until several men also dressed as firemen came up and said something to him.

Then Rosalin heard him say: "I spent money to get the news that the woman who killed Yank bought a first-class ticket for today-why is the life of a single lady born with a golden spoon in her mouth?" Expensive, our lives are so worthless?"

"No matter how worthless, people are born with only one life, right? I want to see the difference between a worthless life and a valuable life."

The man who sharpened the knife didn't say a word of revenge for "Yanke" the whole time.

But Rosalin knew that he was ready to kill.

It is true that the Olympic can accommodate more than [-] passengers, but the "single lady in the first class" is enough for Rosalin to greatly narrow down the range of victims. Moreover, the knife sharpener speaks American English. Through this, it is easy to His target was Miss Douglas.

Rosalin simply explained this to Sebastian.

"The time and place are my guesses," she added. "If you want to do something, you have to wait until there are no witnesses. After two o'clock, even the banquet will disperse. Wait until Miss Glass enters her room." The room attack has the highest success rate. I bought a third-class ticket because it is the closest to the cruise ship boiler and it is not conspicuous."

With Rosalin's family background, buying a first-class ticket is not a problem.

But the key point is that once you enter the first-class cabin, there are bound to be countless gentlemen and ladies coming to make friends, which is too inconvenient to move.

Who made Rosalin's grandfather and grandmother so famous.

"……I understand."

Sebastian took a deep look at Rosalin: "Then you plan to stop the murderer?"

"Ok?"

Rosalin raised her eyes unexpectedly: "Why?"

She was at a loss, and Sebastian was even more surprised. He never expected Rosalind to react like this.

"You know who the murderer is, and you guessed his target, but you don't intend to prevent the murder from happening."

"I don't know Miss Douglas." Rosalin blinked. "Whether she's dead or alive has nothing to do with me? As long as the murderer can be caught."

Sebastian's sharp eyes scanned Rosalin's body several times, as if confirming that she was not joking, or pretending to be indifferent.

After a while, he looked away and picked up his beer glass again.

Rosalin could see that he was trying to hide his temptation.

"I thought," Sebastian took a sip of beer before continuing, "Your grandfather Hercule Poirot was famous for solving crimes, and you would inherit his spirit, Miss Poirot."

He puts an accent on the word "Miss Poirot".

Ok.

It seemed that Rosalin underestimated her grandfather's reputation.

Yes, Roscelyn Poirot's Poirot is Hercule Poirot's Poirot.Her grandfather is Mr. Poirot, the famous detective in Agatha's novel, and her grandmother is Countess Vera Rosakova, whom Mr. Poirot loves in the original novel.

Rosalin didn't know her life experience until she remembered things, and then she realized that she had not only traveled to the Jazz Age at the beginning of the [-]th century, but also traveled to the "fan works" composed of multiple works.Moreover, the author's wife who created this fanfic is also a CP fan of Poirot and Mrs. Vera.

It's a pity that Rosalin doesn't think she is the heroine of this fan fiction.

Mr. Poirot and Mrs. Vera were not married. They had an affair, and Mrs. Vera left Poirot with a daughter named Edith Poirot—Roseline's mother.

Roseline has no memory of her mother. It is said that her mother’s friend, Miss Marple, another famous detective written by Agatha, said that her mother is a girl favored by God: she was smart since she was a child, and she had a supernatural appearance. And angelic singing voice, so at a young age, he starred in several popular stage plays on Broadway and became a rising singing star.

However, 20 years ago, my mother suddenly disappeared from Broadway, and a year later, she returned to Europe with her newborn daughter.

Not long after I confessed to Rosalin, my mother passed away.

Edith Poirot's loss has been devastated by her family, friends, and Broadway.

- No matter how you look at it, the heroine of this fan novel should also be a mother with several halos and a legendary life, not Rosalin!

"But."

Hearing that Sebastian was questioning her, Rosalin turned her head and tried to defend herself: "Grandpa is a detective, but I am not."

Sebastian: "However, your grandfather didn't solve the case purely to catch the murderer, Miss Rosalind."

Rosalind: "Ah..."

She finally understood what Sebas meant.

Whether it is Miss Marple or Grandpa, participating in the case in order to catch the murderer is just an appearance.What motivates them to act is to return the justice of the victims.

Extending it further, if grandpa was present, he would definitely take the first step to prevent the murder from happening.

Normal people foresee a murder, panic, dread, and don't want anyone to come to harm.

Rosalind didn't care whether Miss Douglas died or not, but she realized that if this happened and Grandpa knew, Grandpa would be very sad for her.

She didn't want grandpa to be sad.

"right."

Thanks to Sebastian for reminding himself!

Rosalin suddenly raised a smile, her eyebrows curved: "You are right, we can stop the murderer before the murder happens!"

Sebastian narrowed his eyes sharply: "We?"

Roseline: "You care more about Miss Douglas' safety than I do, don't you?" She also wanted to see if he was the Sebastian Moran of Professor Moriarty.

Then Rosalin noticed that Sebas immediately curled up his fingers holding the beer glass.

"You wait for me here." Rosalin glanced at the wall clock behind the bar, and stood up lightly. "I'll go back to the room to get something!"

After speaking, she turned and left the deck and went straight to the cabin.

Masquerade parties, luxury casinos, exquisite and rich food and spacious and elegant living environments on cruise ships are the treatment that only the rich and powerful upper class can enjoy.However, the conditions on the Olympic are excellent. Even if you buy a third-class ticket worth seven pounds, its living conditions are much better than other cruise ships.

Rosalin returned to her room, and there were four bunk beds in the closed room, which meant that she had seven "travel companions" living together.

As soon as she entered the door, a faint musty smell and the stench caused by poor air flow came over her face. Rosalin stopped breathing, and smelled a faint trace of blood—it was probably a lady who had her menstrual period and was on the boat. Inconvenient to clean up.

"Cough, cough, Miss Rosalind?"

Most of the passengers were on the deck at the moment, Rosalin looked to the right, and there was a pale young woman with thick long hair sitting on the upper berth.

"it's me."

Rosalin asked very politely: "Can you lend me one of your hairpins?"

The lady nodded, took a hairpin from her long hair and handed it over: "Just now the other girls came back and said that you hit it off with the handsome Sebastian. You want to spend the rest of the night with him? "

Also... let's count.

Rosalin thought for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, but we are not here to talk about love."

The lady was at a loss: "What is that for?"

Rosalin took the card from the other party and smiled brightly.

"For justice," she said cheerfully.