marvelous rosaline

01

"James, James Moriarty."

The old gentleman's words fell to the ground, and there was silence in the corridor.

Rosalin blinked, then regained consciousness.She also extended her right hand and shook hands with Professor Moriarty lightly.

"Bonjour, professor (good day, professor)." Rosalin said, "I didn't expect to see you in the theater."

"I have received a copy of the manuscript."

Well, then everything will be in order.

It's just that Rosalin didn't expect that she would meet the legendary James Moriarty so easily and... casually.

Didn't the professor in "The Detective Sherlock Holmes" appear in the mouth of Mr. Holmes at the end?But he just appeared in front of Rosalin, sitting beside her, and doing Sudoku in the newspaper with great interest.

This little hobby coincides with Rosailin.

"I thought you were dead."

Roseline was exceptionally honest: "Died at the Reichenbach Falls, more than thirty years ago."

Professor Moriarty just turned his head sideways.

His glasses were highly prescribed, and Rosalin could even see the layers of reflections on the lenses.Such thick lenses blocked his eyes, making Professor Moriarty look old-fashioned and steady, and his speech was slow and gentle, but he still revealed a somewhat elusive aura.

"Since Sherlock Holmes can survive it." He asked calmly, "I can survive it, why not?"

It's nothing.

I just feel that the two gentlemen had a duel and felt lonely.

He smelled of ink from the pages of a book, and of ink from a pen.Such a strong bookish atmosphere comes from Professor Moriarty's intuitive academic temperament.When the feeling in her heart turned into a sense of smell, Rosalin's eyes quickly caught sight of the professor's hands: there was chalk dust on his hands, and a thick callus formed on the left side of the middle finger of his right hand.

I use pens all the year round, and still use chalk.

Not only is Professor James Moriarty alive, but he is probably very old and still teaching at the University.

"Since you have already received a copy of the manuscript, why do you still need to meet me?" Rosalind asked.

"Thank you for your generous sharing, Miss Rosalind." The professor responded slowly: "But the copy of the manuscript is incomplete."

"It was mutilated when I got it, and if you don't believe me, I can show you the original."

"It's really mutilated."

Professor Moriarty helped the mirror frame: "When your mother and companions stole Da Vinci's manuscript from me, they divided it into three parts and hid them in different places."

Rosalind: "..."

Professor Moriarty: "The Times Theater is just one of them."

Although Professor Moriarty didn't intend to do this, Rosalin seemed to understand something.

On the night Miranda met her, Rosalin had a vague feeling that everything that happened after she came to New York was planned by her mother in advance.

Now Professor Moriarty's words even more confirmed Rosalin's thoughts.

Mom just wanted her to find the separate manuscript.

"Mom stole the manuscript from you, why?" Roseline asked curiously.

The professor didn't answer.

He just turned his head again and asked in an almost gentle voice: "No matter what her purpose is, after stealing the manuscript, I can no longer use it. Miss Rosalind, if you choose to cooperate with me now, you are not afraid of you Did what mother prevented happen again?"

Rosalin tilted her head: "What do you want to do with the manuscript, what does it have to do with me?"

Her response made the professor laugh out loud.

Even when he laughed, he didn't show overly exaggerated emotion.

This Professor James Moriarty is like an old pedant that can be seen everywhere on the university campus, and he is very far away from the "Napoleon of the criminal world".He has a gentle nature and a patient attitude. When he chuckled, it was as if Rosalin was his student and gave him a very satisfactory answer.

How should I put it, the image of the professor made Rosalin both surprised and reasonable.

Moreover, Rosalin really thinks it's okay.

The mother's purpose is to let Rosalin put back the manuscript, and she also just wants to get the manuscript back, because it is her mother's relic.

As for what the professor wants to do, as long as he doesn't use it to hurt someone Rosalin likes, then Rosalin doesn't care.

"The fragments of two manuscripts remain." Rosalin asked, "Do you have any other clues, Professor?"

"Have."

"Then I think we need to continue working together."

"There is a clue to a manuscript, old Mr. Fabio Romano knew about it."

Old Fabio Romano?Isn't that Mrs. Aurora Romano's father-in-law?The gang godfather who once controlled more than half of the Brooklyn neighborhood is now critically ill and his family is in crisis of civil unrest.

It just so happened that the Bill Brothers Investment Company supported by the fascist government in the United States happened to find Mrs. Aurora's competitor, Fabio Romano Jr.

Roselin thought about this, and the professor seemed to understand her thoughts and said: "It is no coincidence that Bill Brothers Investment Company found Fabio Jr."

Well, she gets it.

Maybe little Fabio used his father's clues to gain the support of fascists.

but……

"Then hurry up." Rosalin thought about Mrs. Aurora's expression at that time: "Who knows when old Fabio will die."

The professor laughed again.

Rosalind didn't know what was funny about it, but Professor Moriarty obviously found her way of thinking very amusing.

And as soon as she put her confusion on her face, the professor understood what Rosalin hadn't said yet.

"Since your legal guardian is Hercule Poirot, Miss Rosalind." He explained: "Of course I would pre-conceive a child with a little eccentricity, but a kind heart and integrity. I just didn't expect that God would Give me such an unexpected surprise in such a link."

How could this have something to do with God again, and it wasn't God who gave birth to her.

Rosalin muttered in her heart, but didn't say anything.

"Maybe I should have seen you sooner."

"Maybe we'll be really good friends," Moriarty said.

Rosalind: "At least you and I like Sudoku, Professor."

The professor gave him an amiable smile.

"A common interest is the beginning of a friendship." He stood up and picked up the cane resting on his leg: "The original manuscript is in your hands, and Brother Bill will definitely fight for it at any cost. In order to protect your safety, miss , I will arrange trusted confidants to be by your side."

This is what it means to send her a thug.

Rosalin naturally didn't mind: "Thank you, Professor, but..."

"but?"

"Anansi is your subordinate."

The declarative sentences she uses.

One sentence was enough for Professor Moriarty to understand Rosalind's intentions.

He solemnly nodded: "I assure you, Miss Rosalind, Anansi will no longer be a threat to you. If he appears again, he will definitely be a friend."

"I dislike him."

Rosalin wrinkled her nose: "He has an unpleasant smell."

Professor: "Maybe you can express your dislike for him yourself."

Said the professor turned around.

Rosalin asked, "Have you not seen Miranda?"

The professor put his gentleman hat on properly: "No, child, I'm here to see you."

Rosalind paused, and James Moriarty stepped forward without looking back.

He left Rosalin's sight with steady and powerful steps.

As soon as the professor left, the door of Miranda's office opened, and the secretary sent out the guests, not forgetting to greet Rosalind cordially.

"You can come in." The secretary glanced at the empty corridor: "How is your chat with Mr. James?"

"You know him?" Rosalin was even more surprised.

"Yes."

The secretary nodded as a matter of course: ""Angel Voice" has been performed for five times, and Mr. James has never missed a game. He is here to wait for you. We chatted before you came. He is really a tasteful and good-tempered old man. gentlemen."

Doesn't fall? !

Rosalin turned her head sideways and raised the corners of her mouth.

interesting.

…………

……

Since the professor said that Anansi would not be a threat, there was no reason for Rosalind to continue living in Gatsby's mansion.

Today's "Angel's Voice" still came to a successful conclusion in a theater full of audience and extremely enthusiastic.

After the end, Rosalin did not enter the special car waiting for her, but directly stopped the taxi from the back door.

"Mara & Poirot Detective Agency, thank you."

Clothes and luggage can be sent by Mr. Gatsby. Compared with packing her own things, Rosalin cares more about the clues revealed by the professor.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but raised her hand to touch the finger ring hanging between her neck.

This is a token from Mrs. Aurora.

Little Fabio may have sold the clues to the fascists, so Rosalind can get the same clues through Mrs. Aurora.

The agreement between them was that Rosalin got the manuscript to prove herself.

Anyway, she got the manuscript.

That's a good place to start.

As for the rest...

When Rosalin got off the car, she was still thinking about how to proceed to the next step.

First of all, you have to finish the performance well, Rosalin hates anticlimax, and then——

She pushed open the door of the detective agency.

"Tiago, I think—"

"Rosalind? Don't come here!"

The young man let out a loud shout, causing Rosalin to stop suddenly.

She raised her head, and the first thing she saw was the loaded gun in Tiago's hand.The Latino young man with a baby face was pointing his gun at the man in front of Rosalind with a full face of wariness.

Hearing the movement, the man standing three steps away in front of her turned his head.

With a straight back and strong muscles, under the close-shaven hair, a pair of blue eyes narrowed slightly when they touched her.

"Molan."

Rosalin calmly spit out his name: "What are you doing here?"

Sebastian Moran turned away indifferently.

"Tell your friends." He said to Rosalind, "I'm not here to find fault. The professor sent me to protect you."