marvelous rosaline

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Sebastian Moran, who was hiding in the corner, quietly followed the departing vehicles.

He was familiar with the environment around Long Island, and he also knew the daily movements of Rosalind Poirot very well.

As long as he confirmed the direction in which Gatsby and Rosalind left, he could roughly delineate the scope of their destination.At that time, just take the vehicle to leave and wait around the destination.

Thinking of this, Moran stepped out from the shadow of the trees——

"This gentleman!"

The sudden voice behind him made Moran's back froze.

He didn't hear anyone approaching, Moran turned his head, the dark alley was empty, and the voice was...

"On top!"

No wonder no footsteps were heard.

Moran looked up and saw a young man waving at him through the window on the second floor.

He narrowed his eyes warily: When did someone live in this dilapidated villa?

"Wait a minute, sir."

The window was closed, and after a while, a young man came out with a cup of water and a hot towel.There was a good-natured smile on his face: "I see you squatting in the corner for a long time, you must be uncomfortable, how about a cup of hot water to relax?"

Moran: "..."

He glanced quickly at the receding luxury sports car.Moran shook his head: "No need."

As a result, the young man reached out and patted Moran on the shoulder proudly: "Don't be polite to me! Seeing that you are strong, you still have time to turn around in life. Come in and sit down, drink a cup of hot water, what can't be a man from scratch! "

Moran: "..."

Under the extremely enthusiastic invitation of the young man, Moran could not shirk.He turned his head to look at the street again, and the sports car had long since disappeared without a trace.

And the real Rosalin, taking advantage of Nick's opportunity to grab Moran, slipped away and called the detective agency.

Four or ten minutes later, she jumped out of the taxi in a hurry, and when she looked up, she saw the thin and handsome figure in front of the apartment of Williams and his wife.

"Mr. Holmes!"

Rosalin waved her hand high-key.

Under the street lamp, Sherlock Holmes took off his hat, his silver hair reflected a faint light.The detective nodded slightly to Rosalin: "The people who followed the detective agency left before me."

Rosalin suddenly broke into a smile.

Sure enough, as she expected, even if Moran was wandering around Long Island, there would definitely be eyeliners around the detective agency—she didn't believe that Professor Moriarty's people would not be alert in advance when the majestic Sherlock Holmes came to New York.

Nick helped hold Moran. Moran lost Gatsby, and he must notify others after he got away.Right now, Rosalin has more clues, so it is more important to follow Rosalin than Mr. Holmes.In desperation, those who were following Holmes near the detective agency would naturally choose to leave to look for Rosalind's movements.

But what they don't know is that the red-haired "girl" sitting in Gatsby's luxury car is not Rosalinne!

After the real Rosalin made a phone call to confirm that the eyeliners around the detective agency had left, she asked Mr. Holmes to meet around the destination.

"The manuscript is in the Williams' apartment."

Rosalind said: "Sam told me this himself."

Holmes: "I think you have your own plan to go straight downstairs to the apartment."

Rosalin took off the small hairpin in her hair and shook it: "Do you have any experience in lockpicking, sir?"

Holmes raised his eyebrows: "Let's go."

Hey!

I knew that Mr. Holmes would not mind. He is a veteran when it comes to breaking into houses and stealing evidence.

The old and the young easily mixed into the apartment.

The home of the Williams couple is located in a high-end apartment in the city center, and it is a room on the top floor.I have to say that Miranda's taste is really good. The American-style decoration is dotted with many antique paintings, which seem to complement the warm layout of the entire environment.Rosalind and Mr. Holmes went around quickly, but no safe was found at home.

The two looked at each other.

Rosalind: "Secret space."

Holmes: "The picture frame at the head of the bed."

Rosalind: "Huh?"

Why is it so sure that it is the picture frame at the head of the bed!

Rosalin didn't follow for a while, so she could only follow Holmes to the master bedroom.The old gentleman went straight to the window, touched the edge of the picture frame with his gloved fingertips, and heard a "click", and the picture frame of the landscape painting popped open, revealing a safe embedded in the wall.

Holmes said: "You suppose you have some experience in opening safes, Miss Poirot?"

Rosalin blinked.

Why didn't she find out just now!

"There is no dust on the lower edge of the picture frame, and there are some sweat stains on the wall," Rosalin quickly recalled the scene just now, "and there is a slight wind sound from the hollow of the wall. It is these details that make you deduce that the dark space is at the head of the bed." huh, sir?"

"Yes."

Holmes nodded: "Also, if you are also 70 years old this year, and most of the cases you receive are related to property, secret rooms and finding evidence, you will also know that most people will set up secret compartments at their bedsides."

Rosalind: "..."

Holmes: "They think it's the safest."

Rosalin endured it, but still didn't hold back the smile on her face.

Her smiling face caused Holmes to twitch the corners of his mouth quickly.

It's not difficult to open a standard safe made in 1925, and Rosalin really knows it—she doesn't know why grandma even teaches this, but it's fun enough anyway.

When Rosalin turned the combination lock to the proper position, Holmes was the first to break the silence with a slight sound: "It's done!"

It's that simple?

Rosalin opened the door of the safe.

A roll of parchment sits in the center of the safe.

The item that killed Detective Frank Kutch, sent her to New York, and even Professor Moriarty and the fascist government were scrambling to grab it, Da Vinci's mysterious manuscript, she got it, and it turned out to be that simple.

Rosalin took out the white gloves from her pocket, and after putting them on, carefully took out the parchment.

The parchment was worn, even brittle, but the ribbon tied on it was new.Rosalin took a closer look at the ribbon: the end was burnt, and it should be a very long ribbon that was temporarily burnt as a tool to tie the parchment.

She undid the ribbon, carefully pulled the parchment—

is Latin.

But Rosalin couldn't understand the above content, it looked like an anagram, and it also looked like poetry, and more sentences didn't even make sense.

When the parchment was pulled to the end, Rosalin sharply saw the traces of damage on the edge.

"The manuscript is not complete."

Rosalind immediately showed the parchment to Mr. Holmes: "And I can't read it."

After scrutinizing it for a moment, Holmes affirmed Rosalind's statement: "This should be only a part, and the above content is written in code."

Ah this.

That's trouble.

Neither complete nor password.

This means that it is said that it records the amazing weapon developed by Da Vinci. This manuscript is in front of her eyes, and Rosalin can't understand what the content is.

She thought for a while, raised her camera, took several photos with clear details of the manuscript, and then carefully put the manuscript back into the safe.

Locking, closing the dark grid, straightening the picture frame, everything looks like it has never been here before.

Holmes: "Good opportunity."

It saves effort to talk to smart people, especially smart people like Mr. Holmes who can almost be called "mind-reading".Rosalin smiled all over her face: "I'm waiting for Moran to come."

Holmes laughed approvingly.

This time the old gentleman's smile stayed for a long time.

How come the old and the young enter the door empty-handed, and how come they leave empty-handed.Standing in the street, Mr. Holmes put on his hat again.

"About the previous Romano family." He said, "It is indeed as you imagined, they were also invited by the Italian government to investigate the manuscript."

Roseline: "Is it related to Bill Brothers Investment Company?"

Holmes: "There are rumors, but no real evidence."

That's pretty much it.

Rosalin knew it from the bottom of her heart, and then Holmes added: "Little Fabio Romano has encountered some troubles recently. He hopes to use the power of the Italian government to become the head of the family, but his competitors do not agree."

"Competitors?"

"Little Fabio once had an elder brother, and his widow still has the weight of speaking in the family after his death."

Holmes' words fell to the ground, and the two exchanged a look of mutual understanding.

…………

……

After returning, Rosalin revealed the location of the manuscript to Gatsby in a casual tone, but said "regretfully" that she did not get it.

The next night.

The Williamses have a party tonight, but Rosalin excuses them.

The beautiful girl who left the theater put on plain clothes and hid with Thiago in a public phone booth outside the high-end apartment.

Thiago: "Come here!"

Rosalin looked up from Sudoku, and immediately saw Moran lowering the brim of his hat and taking advantage of the night to enter the high-end apartment.

She folded the unfinished sudoku in a hurry, and then picked up the phone.

"Tell Detective Huggins."

After the call was transferred to the police station, Rosalin said directly: "The murderer who killed Miss Dirksen is breaking open the door of the Williams and his wife."

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone directly.

"Is there any use?" Thiago was a little confused: "You promised Gatsby to cooperate with... that professor. Putting the professor's men into the game will not change the result. He can kill Moran at any time. Bring it back."

Thiago added in a low voice: "You didn't even tell Mr. Holmes."

But Rosalind felt that Mr. Holmes would know sooner or later.She is not worried.

"Annecy cheated Moran, not me." Rosalin corrected: "I just told Gatsby about it."

So who told Moran?Naturally, it could only be Anansi who knew Gatsby.

Thiago suddenly realized: "Divorce."

That's right, Rosalin is so narrow-minded—who told Ananxi to win her game!

Next...

She watched contentedly as the lights came on in the top-floor apartment.

"Let's go meet the widow of the Romano family," said Rosalind.