marvelous rosaline

03

Senator Waldau will be buried tomorrow.

Before the MP was buried, Rosalin went to check the corpse under the arrangement of Mrs. Aurora.

There are often not many mysteries in cases that happen on the street aboveboard: the scene must be cleaned up in time, and there are many witnesses.What Roselin can do is the same boring investigation and investigation as the contemporary criminal investigation police.

Mrs. Aurora's men showed Roseline the shell casings picked up at the scene, which were the same batch as the bullets that shot Frank.

The original speculation of "possibly the same killer" has almost become confirmed.

Afterwards, Rosalin got the witness's description and roughly drew a portrait: a man driving a Ford Model A, about 40 years old, black-haired, Caucasian, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a black windbreaker.

——To sum up, there are many people who meet the characteristics in the streets of New York.

Walking on the streets of Brooklyn's industrial district, Thiago looked particularly depressed.

"Is there no other way?"

He muttered: "Rosalin, you can't use some basic deductive method to find the next clue?"

Rosalind was very straightforward: "I can reason, but I don't have superpowers."

No clue is no clue, even if Grandpa or Miss Marple were present, they would not be able to give the murderer an accurate home address if he escaped.

The baby-faced youth sighed impatiently.

But Thiago is trying to control his emotions.He slowed down, and his deep words almost blended into the noisy street: "I'm sorry, Rosalind, I just want to avenge Frank too much. If he hadn't taken me in, maybe I was still being abused in the foster home. "

Rosalin stopped.

This is the first time she heard Tiago take the initiative to mention her past.

"Are you an orphan?"

"Do not."

Thiago twitched his lips: "My parents were stowaways. They sold me to a rich family as a servant. The master treated me harshly, so I ran out. After that, I was in many church homes. Once I couldn't bear it , I will run."

Such a life was unheard of for Rosalin.

"My origin is doomed to my experience." Thiago is neither humble nor overbearing: "There are too many children like me. Every church home has similar faces. The friends who lived in the same room with me are basically not mature. Once you become a homeless person, you are in a cycle of getting out of prison and being in prison. If you are lucky, you may be able to become a gang thug, and it is nothing more than climbing to the top."

"But... Frank took you in?"

"Yes."

Thiago and Rosalin stopped in front of the detective agency.

That is to say, Moran didn't know where he went, so Thiago showed rare emotions.

"If it wasn't for Frank, I might not even know which street I would have died on." Thiago's clear eyes dimmed: "I just want... to give him justice."

Come on, Rosalind likes his bright fawn eyes.

It doesn't look good when it's so dark.

Rosalin thought for a moment: "What about Frank's story?"

Thiago suddenly came back to his senses, and asked a little blankly, "What?"

"You all have your own stories."

Rosalind said: "Miranda and Sam have it, you have it, and maybe Moran has it too."

Only she has no story of her own.

But now the focus is not on Rosalind, but on Frank Kage.Rosalind said, "Did Detective Kaqi tell you how he met my mother?"

"Not much to say."

Thiago couldn't keep up with Rosalin's thinking speed for a while, but he still answered dutifully: "Frank mentioned how the detective agency was established. About 20 years ago, he was originally from another big detective agency. Running errands, because of a case, the private detective deliberately ignored the clues he found and missed the case, making Frank ready to go it alone in a rage. At this time, Ms. Poirot approached him and chose to partner with him."

"20 years ago?"

"Frank said that Ms. Poirot took him for three months, and then something left the detective. He learned more in those three months than he had in many years."

20 years ago, wasn't that when my mother was pregnant.

In the eyes of the public, Edith Poirot disappeared for a whole year, and when she returned, she had a newborn child beside her.According to Roscelyn's understanding, her mother got to know Gatsby during this year and set up a detective agency. After everything was done, she took her young self to Europe and handed Roscelyn Poirot to her. Gave it to my father.

"Does this have anything to do with Frank's death?"

"I do not know."

When Rosalin said this, she was almost confused: "I feel that all of this seems to be arranged by my mother."

My mother hid the manuscript, then arranged clues, found someone who could take care of her, and even left a detective agency for her as a hiding place. All the traces had traces left by her, but why?

This is like a game between mother and daughter, except that so many forces are involved in the mother's game, even Professor Moriarty and the fascist government are playing around in this game that Edith Poirot arranged for her daughter .

Rosalind was still thinking: Did Mom expect Frank Kage's death?

Of course, she didn't say this question mark out.

Thiago looked deeply at the girl in front of him.

She was already immersed in her own world, and it was meaningless to dwell on his emotions at this time: Rosalin couldn't feel Thiago's sadness and sadness.

It even made Thiago feel better.

He rarely tells people about his past because most people will give him false sympathy and pity.But Rosalin would not, she would never make subjective judgments based on a person's background and experience.This somewhat cruel attitude made Thiago feel fair.

"Rosalind."

He said softly, "Why are you so obsessed with finding the manuscript?"

Rosalin blinked her green eyes: "I... still don't know."

At first Rosalin was just curious.

She wonders what her mother is up to in New York, and a letter from Detective Cage leads to a rare bond between Rosalind and her mother, who is almost a stranger.After that came the curiosity and fun of exploration, and when Rosalin got Da Vinci's manuscript in her hands, she began to be at a loss again.

Was the manuscript useful to her?

Because it belongs to my mother, I have to get it, but what happens after I get it?

Rosalin was a little confused about her purpose.

She even couldn't understand why her mother would take such a thing that even the fascist government coveted to fight for, and set up such a game for her daughter.

"Maybe... I will understand after I find the whole manuscript."

Rosalin said firmly: "I will help you avenge and find the answer."

Thiago: "The clue—"

Rosalind: "You can narrow down the scope first, why did the murderer kill Senator Waldau?"

"To frame Mrs. Aurora."

"Then he must be a competitor, either Fabio Jr. or Bill Brothers."

"Frank just found out that the brother company caused the murder."

"And Mrs. Aurora touched the fascist government's cake. In this way, anyone who touches them will..."

"Rosalind?"

In an instant, a strong corpse smell spread over the surface.It was clearly a smell from subjective imagination, but it was so choking that Rosalin could barely open her eyes.

Her thoughts stopped abruptly.

Anyone who touches the interests of the fascist government will be killed.

That's why Professor Moriarty sent Moran to her side.

People are coming and going on the street, where does the stench of corpses come from?is coming--

"careful!"

When Rosalin's eyes locked on the man who was striding towards her, Sebastian Moran, who didn't know when to leave, suddenly rushed out.

The veteran grabbed Rosailin's wrist, and with such force that Rosailin fell directly into his arms.

She couldn't tell whether the strong corpse smell came from Moran or the man in front of her.

A strange middle-aged man in a black windbreaker took out a gun from his arms. The barrel () of the M1917 revolver () gun reflects the icy light in the setting sun.

Moran supported Rosalind, almost picked her up, and dragged her aside.

"Bang!!"

Gunshots, screams, and the streets fell into chaos in an instant.

Rosalin staggered. The thin girl was not heavy, but she slammed into Moran's chest, causing the man to take half a step back and fall to the ground.

Sebastian Moran had to hold Rosalind's back to stabilize her balance.

"Are you all right, Rosalind?" he asked.

Rosalin struggled to get up.

The movements of the "Black Windbreaker" were smooth and smooth, as if he was just a passerby passing by him, moving forward, raising the gun, and pulling the trigger in one go.Things happened so quickly, Thiago didn't react until Moran and Rosalin fell on the side of the road in a hurry.

"Great, he came to the door by himself!"

Rosalin didn't realize that she was about to die at all, she pointed to the black windbreaker squeezed into the crowd: "It's him!"

After finishing speaking, she slapped Moran on the shoulder frantically: "Let go of me, go after me, he is going to get in the car!"

"you--"

Moran refused indifferently: "The professor made me responsible for protecting your safety. I can't let you go after a professional killer."

Rosalind: "Let me go!"

Thiago took a deep breath.

He rushed back to the detective office, Rosalin watched helplessly as the black windbreaker walked to the side of the street and opened the door of a Ford car.She quickly memorized the license plate number of the car, and—

"Rosalind!"

Thiago's clear voice cut through the crowd.

Rosalin turned her head and saw the baby-faced youth rolling out a brand new bicycle from the apartment building.

"Come up!" Thiago shouted from afar.

Moran: "..."

Rosalin slapped Moran's hand away and got up from the ground.

She threw off the high heels under her feet, and sat barefoot on the back seat of Tiago's bicycle: "Aren't you going to avenge Frank? The enemy is close at hand!"