marvelous rosaline

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In just two days, rumors spread.

It is said that Jay Gatsby's sudden fortune was due to the patronage of an ancient nobleman in Europe.The descendant of the nobleman wants to become a star on Broadway, so Gatsby regards the daughter of his "benefactor" as his own sister, and wants to substitute her into the New York social circle.

And this "descendant of the ancient nobleman" is Miss Roselyn Rosakova, the actress of "Angel Voice".

Miss Rosakova has been particularly high-profile these days. She always comes and goes in and out of West Egg, Long Island at night, as if she wants everyone to remember that her slender back and gorgeous red hair belong to the future Broadway singer.

This makes some girls envious: no wonder Miss Rosakova can directly become the heroine, it turns out that she is a descendant of nobles!

And in fact-

"Don't move!"

Rosalin patted Thiago's hand that was trying to scratch his head away, and raised the red wig: "Just put on the wig."

Thiago: "When will I pretend to be you..."

That's right, it wasn't Rosalinne who went in and out of the urban and suburban areas of New York these two nights, but Thiago pretending to be her.

Who asked Thiago to follow him for so long, but he only delineated the approximate range of activities of Sebastian Moran!Rosalin could only go there in person to see where he was staying and where he started to follow.

Anyway, Thiago and Rosalind are about the same height and figure, so they can perfectly fit her shiny and beautiful dresses.The Latino young man still has a baby face, wears a wig and the exaggerated headgear that is currently popular, puts on makeup, and drives out at night in a slow car. Even if Moran is clairvoyant, it is difficult to tell whether it is Rosalinne herself.

After two days, the effect is amazing.

After all, Moran knew Thiago's face and was wary of him.But after Rosalin disguised herself, she was a complete stranger to him.

"OK OK."

Rosalin comforted: "Gatsby didn't say anything!"

Thiago: "Then let him try wearing women's clothing!"

Rosalin seriously rebuffed: "I'm afraid he will damage my clothes, do you think I want to lend you the skirt?"

Thiago: "Then you should put away the happy expression on your face!"

Rosalind: "..."

Is it so obvious?

She doesn't have many friends her age.

Rosalin has always wanted a good girlfriend of the same age, as written in the book, the two get together to whisper and exchange beautiful clothes with each other.Now that the best friend is not found, Tiago will use it, which satisfies Rosalin's doll complex very well.

"the last time."

Rosalin promised: "I've already found the position where he is guarding, and his efficiency is much higher than yours! For the last time, as long as we understand his trajectory, we can find a way to get rid of him, and then go to William We are looking for manuscripts at the home of Mrs. and Mrs. Smith!"

The aggrieved Thiago immediately lost his fighting spirit: "Okay, okay."

Rosalin pulled Tiago up, smiling all over her face: "And you are really suitable, come, come and have a look!"

She dragged Thiago to the mirror.

I have to say that Thiago is really suitable for women's clothing.He is not particularly tall, but has a slender figure, and he really looks decent in a skirt and makeup.The only thing is that the young man's complexion is darker, which is completely different from Rosalin's.

But when I go out at night, I can't see it too much.

"How do you dress today?" Rosalin asked enthusiastically.

"..."

Thiago: Don't ask me, my heart is dead.

After tidying up Tiago, Rosalin began to prepare for her business.

She pulled up her signature red hair, put on a brown wig, buttoned a black and white checkered beret on top of her head, put on suspenders and a long-sleeved shirt, and hung the camera on her chest.

Mr. Gatsby and "Miss Rosakova" went out together today, and after Tiago reluctantly got into Gatsby's luxury sports car, Rosalin sneaked out through the back door.

With Thiago pretending to be himself to attract attention, Rosalin has gained a lot.

In just two days, she had already figured out the rules of action of Moran lurking in West Egg, Long Island.

The security in the wealthy area is strict, and each mansion has its own servants and bodyguards, so Moran has no chance to get close to Gatsby's mansion.He can only retreat to the next best thing, wandering between the cracks of the mansion, squatting near several old houses that have been in disrepair.

Moran had a few spots where he often stayed. After going out, Rosalin went straight to the spot closest to the mansion.

To avoid attracting attention, she climbed over the neighbor's fence and took a detour from the back of the garden.

Two days was enough for Rosalin to figure out the surrounding situation: from the neighbor's garden, there was a dilapidated villa. This villa was sandwiched between two mansions, which looked shabby but funny.However, the dilapidated villa has a back garden that has been in disrepair for a long time, and there are no weeds in it, which is just suitable for walking through.

Rosalin went directly to the backyard of the dilapidated villa.

She turned over the wall lightly, and then landed lightly, her boots rustling on the grass.

Then Rosalind turned—

Under the darkness of night, a flashlight shone directly on it.

Rosalind: "..."

The person opposite: "..."

Under the strong light, Rosalin couldn't see the face of the person with the flashlight clearly for a moment.She didn't make a sound, and the other party seemed to be stunned, and a strange silence spread in the weedy backyard.

After a long time, the other party put down the flashlight first.

"Uh."

The young man asked in confusion, "Are you a reporter?"

Rosalin immediately looked down at the camera hanging on her chest.

Now that she is mobile and has a camera, she will take it for granted.Rosalin nodded immediately: "That's right, I'm a reporter."

Unexpectedly, when she spoke, the young man seemed to be taken aback: "Are you a girl?!"

Rosalin: "...Why, can't it?"

Youth: "No, no, I'm just a little surprised."

Although in the United States in 1925, women had already won the right to vote, but this did not mean that they would not be discriminated against in their professions.In this day and age, female journalists may be rarer than pearls on the beach.

"No wonder……"

The young man understood: "I said why there has been movement in the backyard for the past two days, and I thought it was a raccoon. Have you squatted for several days?"

Unexpectedly, this dilapidated villa was actually inhabited!

And it should be just like the past few days. Gatsby's housekeeper said the day before yesterday that no one lives here.

Rosalin quickly sorted out her emotions and thoughts, and followed the young man's words: "I'm a reporter, just call me Nancy."

She is generous, but the young man is a little at a loss.

He froze for a moment, then stretched out his right hand: "Nick Carraway."

Ah!

Nick Carraway.

Isn't this the narrator in "The Great Gatsby"!

Fitzgerald's original work was developed from the perspective of Nick Carraway, telling the story of his acquaintance with Gatsby, and as a bystander witnessing his disillusionment in love and the whole process of his death.

Rosalin did not expect that in the past few days, Nick had already moved here, which meant that the plot of the original book had already begun.

She couldn't help taking advantage of the darkness to look at the young man in front of her.

Nick looks very kind, and he is the kind of kind-hearted old man at first glance.Even though he believed that Rosalin was a tabloid reporter and turned to his backyard, he did not show any hostility or guard. Instead, he was very curious: "Are you squatting on Mr. Gatsby?"

And Rosalin's first reaction was——

Gatsby can't die.

As the "representative" of Professor Moriarty, he acted as a good buffer between them and the professor.Jay Gatsby is Mom's friend, he doesn't hurt himself, and he doesn't count on them.The most important thing is that Rosalin knew that although Gatsby's method of making a fortune was not glorious, he was a person who kept his promise even 20 years after his death.

If he died, Rosalind could also cooperate with Anansi, but what would happen after that?

It goes without saying who is more suitable for cooperation between a gentleman who promises everything and a narcissistic psychopath.

Have to figure out a way.

"Yes."

Rosalin nodded fiercely: "I'm just investigating Gatsby, but not the one you think."

Nick: "The kind I thought?"

Rosalin lowered her voice on purpose: "I'm protecting him!"

"what?"

"You come with me!"

Without waiting for Nick to react, Rosalin grabbed his wrist.

Regardless of Nick's obstruction, she pushed open the back door of the villa and walked into Nick's house.The two ran to the top of the building, and through the window in the corridor, Rosalin pointed to the distance: "Did you see that man in the hat?"

Nick: "Ah... see."

He still wanted to poke his head out to take a closer look, but Rosalin pushed him back.

"Be careful," she whispered. "I'm stalking him. He's stalking Mr. Gatsby!"

"Is he following Mr. Gatsby?"

"I heard that Mr. Gatsby has provoked the Italian mafia at work," Rosalin opened her mouth, "the other party is already busy with family inheritance, and now Mr. Gatsby doesn't like it even more."

"You mean the Romano family?!" Nick was shocked.

"Hmm, that's right!"

Rosalind looked serious - she wasn't lying anyway.

"Then we should inform Mr. Gatsby," said Nick, "someone's been fucked!"

"Do you have evidence?" Rosalin asked back.

"Uh……"

"That's why I haven't made a move."

As she spoke, Rosalin shook the camera in her hand: "Key evidence must be captured."

Nick: "So what?"

What should I do?

Rosalin's purpose today is to find out the rules of Moran's actions, so as to find a suitable opportunity to avoid his and Ananxi's attention, and get the manuscript first.

or--

She immediately had more convenient and quick attention.

"Do you want to help?" Rosalind asked suddenly.

"What, what?"

There was only one light on in the corridor of the villa, and under this light, the green eyes of the reporter "Nancy" flashed a sly color.She raised a mysterious smile: "Nick, Mr. Gatsby is your neighbor, do you want to help him and stop the villain's plot?"

Nick swallowed nervously under her gaze.