marvelous rosaline

21

it's raining outside.

Sherlock Holmes' shoulders were slightly stained with water, and the fabric of the black windbreaker reflected the watery light under the lights of the police station.The light water vapor overwhelmed the smell of tobacco on the detective's body, and the rest was only the smell of tea soap powder and honey from Rosalin's impression.After soaking in the smell of corpses on Ananxi's body for so long, the refreshing smell from the Kingdom of Smells made Rosalin's spirit shake.

"Come in, sir."

Rosalin pushed open the door happily: "Just hang the coat on the hanger by the door. I'll call someone to come up and iron it later."

Mr. Holmes: "Thank you."

Rosalind: "Jevousenpris (you're welcome). Is coffee okay?"

Thiago: "I'll make coffee!"

Rosalin: "...Let me do it."

Recalling the muddy water Tiago boiled last time, Rosalin felt that she couldn't afford to lose this man.

She cheerfully helped Mr. Holmes hang up his coat, told Thiago to call the laundromat downstairs, and then invited people to sit down and made coffee in one go.Its ardor and enthusiasm almost made Thiago look stupid: Is this still the Rosalin Poirot who quarreled directly with the casting director in the theater before?

While Rosalin was serving the coffee, Thiago sneaked into her ear: "This is...?"

Rosalind: "Ah!"

I forgot to introduce, how rude!

"This is Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I came to New York on the same cruise ship with him," Rosalin said, "Sir, this is Thiago Marat, also known as Mara & Poirot Detective Agency." another master of the

Thiago suddenly realized: "It turned out to be Mr. Sherlock Holmes—"

Thiago: "..."

Sherlock Holmes!

The baby-faced youth almost lost control and fell directly into the coffee pot.He looked at Rosalind in disbelief, and then at Holmes: "You, you, I——so sir, are you in America now?!"

Sherlock Holmes, who was sitting behind the long table, raised his already completely white eyebrows upon hearing this.

"Yes, Mr. Mallah," he said, "I don't think modern technology has advanced to the point of remote projection."

"Uh."

What a silly question!Everyone is sitting in the reception room of the detective agency, where else can he be if he is not in the United States.

Thiago almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, but at the same time he was embarrassed and excited: Mr. Holmes was joking with himself.

May I ask which young man in an English-speaking country has not read the deeds of Sherlock Holmes?The biography written by Dr. Watson was sold to the United States decades ago!For a private detective's assistant, Sherlock Holmes is naturally an idol among idols, a male god among male gods.

Now, the Godhead is at hand, and, by God, Sherlock Holmes is joking with him.

Thiago even squeezed his thigh to see if he was dreaming.

Rosalind sighed very unceremoniously: no good.

She brought the brewed coffee to Holmes: "I didn't expect you to find a detective agency, sir."

Holmes: "I heard that an African-American youth who called himself 'Annecy' was involved in the shooting on Broadway."

Rosalin understood immediately.

"It's Moran."

She said without thinking: "The murderer who killed Miss Michelle Dirksen was Sebastian Moran."

Very simple truth!

Sherlock Holmes came to New York to track down clues about Professor Moriarty's activities, and he came to her only for further investigation.If Anansi was related to Professor Moriarty, his accomplice must also belong to the professor.

And Anansi said that the rifle used by the murderer came from the United Kingdom, and he was an experienced sniper.

Then it could only be Sebastian Moran who followed Rosalind and killed Miss Dixon—he knew her true identity, and he also had the ability to accurately headshot in the crowd.

The old and the young just got a few words right, and they figured out the direction of each other's investigation.

"I would have said goodbye to you if I had known, sir."

Rosalin also sat down, and said displeasedly: "I didn't expect to check and check, what we're looking for is the same thing. Then why should I bother."

Thiago looked at Rosalind in horror.

A girl from Europe already speaks English with a strong French accent.The lingering pronunciation blended with the crisp voice, and her tone was drawn out, showing the meaning of acting like a baby.

It seemed that the person sitting in front of her was not the majestic Sherlock Holmes, but an ordinary old man who indulged his grandchildren.

"Don't underestimate yourself, miss," Holmes said flatly, "you may get more valuable clues if you confront Anansi directly."

"He acted like this to win me over."

Rosalin went straight to the point: "I'm looking for clues about my mother's relic, and Anansi said that I can cooperate with him, and he only needs a copy of the relic. So I guess, the relic should be a file that can be copied without affecting its use or drawing."

Holmes: "You are looking for the relics of your mother."

Rosalind: "Yes, what's the matter?"

Holmes gave action instead of answer.

The old gentleman took out a folded newspaper clipping from his pocket and handed it to Rosalind.The pages are well preserved, but are yellowed and brittle enough to show their age.

Rosalin glanced at Tiago, who immediately got up and brought the gloves.

After putting on the gloves, Rosalin carefully unfolded the clippings.

Thiago scratched his head immediately.

This is an Italian newspaper.Rosalinn, who doesn't speak Italian, quickly scanned the pages and found that the newspaper had been published 25 years ago.Looking at the headlines of the headlines, Rosalin roughly came up with information like "Da Vinci's Manuscript Stolen".

"Da Vinci's manuscript?" Rosalind asked.

"A year ago, Italian government officials came to our door in person," Holmes said, "and told me that a manuscript of Leonardo da Vinci was stolen from the Milan Museum 25 years ago. They hoped that I would accept the commission to find the whereabouts of the manuscript. .”

"But you... haven't retired yet," Thiago asked cautiously, "no longer accepting cases."

"Yes."

Holmes sitting opposite had a calm expression, but his eyes were still clear and sharp.

"However, the Italian government believes that it was James Moriarty who stole the manuscript. After 25 years, the manuscript was circulated to the United States, and it was rumored that part of it fell into the hands of the famous producer Miranda Williams," The old gentleman explained neatly to the two young men, "Someone in Italy tried to retrieve the manuscript by buying the Times Theater, but at the same time, Moriarty's men suddenly intervened."

"Wait a moment."

Thiago didn't understand: "Moriarty's subordinates intervened, didn't he steal the manuscript?"

Rosalind: "The manuscript is my mother's relic."

Thiago was startled, and then realized: "Moriarty also lost the manuscript."

Is the professor still alive?

Rosalin originally wanted to ask, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that it was meaningless.

"So you accepted the commission," said Rosalind, "to track down clues for the Italian government."

"Do not."

Holmes denied Rosalind's answer: "I'm only here to investigate Professor Moriarty's clues."

Rosalind: "Then Italy—"

Thiago lowered his voice and reminded in a low voice: "The current ruler in Italy is Mussolini."

Rosalind: "...Oh."

Forgive her political insensitivity, Rosalind rarely pays attention to anything outside of herself.

But no matter how insensitive, Rosalind had read books and newspapers.Not to mention a keen genius such as Sherlock Holmes, any ordinary person living in 1925 knew that the current Italian Prime Minister Benito Mussolini was a lunatic who was ready to launch a war at any time.

There are still 14 years before the Second World War, but the global political situation is precarious, and the dark clouds of war are always hanging over people's heads.

Sherlock Holmes certainly wouldn't let Professor Moriarty run free, but he wouldn't accept the fascist government's employment either.

Thinking of this, Rosalin couldn't help becoming curious.

How capable is Mom to take for herself what both Professor Moriarty and the fascist demonstrators want?

No wonder Ananxi enthusiastically invited Rosalin to join the team. Manuscripts can indeed be copied and shared.

No wonder Frank Kutch would die. The private detective never imagined that the man behind the scene he tracked down would be a fascist.

only……

If it is something the fascist government wants to obtain, it cannot fall into the hands of Professor Moriarty.It's hard to say, in the world of a fan fiction, which is more harmful to the world, the dictator or the professor.

"Then now, our goals are the same, sir." Rosalin said happily.

The old gentleman sat opposite the young man, and the years had added many grooves to his face, and the detective's face even had the dull mottled features of old people.But this didn't affect his clear and sharp eyes. Sherlock Holmes could hear the joy in Rosalind's tone, but bluntly poured cold water on it: "Actually, Miss, it's you who are making faster progress now."

Rosalind can read Holmes' subtext.

He is so famous.He is so famous that mentioning his name will definitely make everyone involved in the case nervous.Mr. Holmes cannot go deep into the theater with his real identity, and he is not like he was when he was young-the 40-year-old Sherlock Holmes can still sneak into the scene as a stage manager like Thiago, but at the moment, who will hire a team? What about a 70-year-old man?

Rosalin was very optimistic: "I still need your help."

Holmes: "You want to deal with Anansi."

Rosalin turned her head sideways and looked out the window of the detective agency.

Losing to Annecy, Rosalin was somewhat unconvinced.She didn't make any mistakes in her judgment, she just didn't expect Anansi to be Moriarty's man.

But now she knows.

He had companions, did Rosalind not?

First of all, she wanted to find out Sebatisian Moran, who had been following her and making trouble for her.