marvelous rosaline

05

"Why don't you tell me." Gatsby said with a dark face, "Which gentleman did Miss Rosalind hug in public?"

His voice fell, and Sebastian Moran, who had left temporarily before, stepped up to the second floor.

Moran often comes and goes, and sometimes follows behind, walking and walking can suddenly disappear and then suddenly appear, Thiago and Roseline have long been used to his habits.But this time, Moran stood still at the stairs, but Gatsby's expression suddenly became subtle.

Thiago patted Moran on the shoulder immediately: "Follow me."

Moran raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Thiago: "...Didn't you see Mr. Gatsby was going to talk to Rosalind?"

Moran sneered.

He didn't care what Gatsby thought, and the veteran simply leaned on the banister of the stairs: "I'm only responsible for protecting Poirot's safety, and I don't care about other things."

Gatsby's face was even uglier than before.

Thiago: Help.

It feels like he is the only one left in the world who can read the air!

And Rosalin, she was born without this string.

Although she noticed that Gatsby seemed unhappy, Rosalin completely ignored Gatsby's emotions in the joy of catching the murderer.

"We've got the murderer!" she showed off to Gatsby enthusiastically.

"Murderer?" Gatsby was taken aback.

"It's very likely that the murderer who killed Detective Kaqi, I didn't expect him to send it to the door." Rosalin quickly explained.

Gatsby frowned immediately.

The vigilance and dissatisfaction in his light blue eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by deep worry.The man looked Rosalin up and down carefully, and saw that she seemed to have no other injuries except her messy hair, so he was relieved.

"Are you all right?" Out of insurance, Gatsby asked again.

"fine."

Rosalin replied directly: "It was passers-by who helped catch the murderer!"

Gatsby: "Passerby?"

Rosalind: "I said he stole my mother's belongings."

Gatsby:"……"

One sentence is enough for him to understand the general situation of the chase.

The man has a headache for no reason: I'm afraid we will see Rosalin Poirot again in the headlines tomorrow.

Rosalind didn't care.

"What are you doing here?" she asked curiously.

"You left without saying goodbye." Gatsby said helplessly, "I always want to check on the situation, Rosalind. I just didn't expect...you made new friends so quickly."

Speaking of the second half of the sentence, Gatsby's gaze turned to Moran meaningfully.

Roseline: "He was sent by the professor to protect me, you should know him."

Gatsby pursed his lips in displeasure.

Rosalin took out the key of the detective agency, and suddenly smiled: "However, I did make new friends."

After entering the door, Rosalin briefly conveyed to Gatsby what had happened in the past few days.

From meeting the professor, to assisting Mrs. Aurora, to catching the killer, a few words are enough for Gatsby to piece together a thrilling tracking process.

The man in suit and leather shoes pinched his brows quite a headache.

He stood in front of the desk of the detective agency, like a tall and straight tree.It's just that the expression on the tree's eyes is too severe: "Rosalin, I understand that you have no obligation to tell me your actions, but this is too dangerous. What happened today, if there is a link that goes wrong, you Do you think you can still stand in front of me with all your beard and tail?"

Rosalin pointed to Moran: "That's why the professor appointed Moran to protect me."

Gatsby: "He put another killer with you."

Rosalin tilted her head: "Which side are you on, Mr. Gatsby?"

Gatsby looked deeply at Rosalind with his pale eyes.

"Whoever can help you, whoever can protect your safety, I will stand on that side." He said frankly: "Rosalin, your mother hopes that I can take good care of you."

You have said it many times.Rosalin murmured in her heart, as if she had to listen to him if she said so.

Fortunately, Gatsby did not force Rosalind to abide by the safety rules.

He knew that a girl like Rosalin couldn't be kept in a safe range.Even if she were locked up and the door locked, Rosalind Poirot could manage to smash the window and climb down the high wall on a rope tied with sheets and curtains.Instead of blocking, it is better to participate, and she will share her clues to some extent.

Fortunately, Gatsby came prepared today.

"You're investigating Fabio Romano Jr.," said Gatsby. "It just so happens that he and I have a little business disagreement."

"You didn't get along with each other before." Rosalin pointed out.

"There has been a connection since meeting at his nightclub."

Ok.

It sounds like it's because of Rosalind that Fabio and Gatsby have registered hatred after all.

"My people have been trying to catch him. But in terms of smuggling and purchasing channels, Fabio Jr. used the Romano family's line, so I can't get too deep."

Gatsby bowed his head: "But if we continue to track down, little Fabio will regularly meet people from the Bill Brothers Investment Company at the Big Times Nightclub."

Thiago and Rosalin glanced at each other quickly.

It was almost certain that Fabio Romano Jr. was in collusion with the fascist government.

Gatsby: "He seems to be looking for someone for Bill Brothers."

Find someone?

The first manuscript is already in the hands of Rosalind. If the fascist government doesn’t want to find the next manuscript, go find someone?Could this man have something to do with Da Vinci's secret?

Rosalind: "When will little Fabio meet with people from the fascist government next time?"

Gatsby: "In three days."

"I can sneak in and eavesdrop." Without thinking, Rosalin said, "Mr. Gatsby, can you help me?"

"I'll send my men to help you sneak into the nightclub through the back door." Gatsby suggested: "But you have to disguise yourself, Rosalind, little Fabio knows you."

Needless to say, Rosalind would too.

"That Thiago is with me," she said.

"No."

Moran, who was silent on the side, suddenly interjected: "I am responsible for protecting you."

Thiago spread his hands: "He is better at fighting, he has the final say, and I am in charge of watching the wind."

In a few words, the division of labor was decided.

but……

Rosalin turned to look at Sebastian Moran.

The latter sat on the chair: "what?"

It's nothing, but the strong and cold killer is really conspicuous.If he walked into the territory of the Romano family, within 3 minutes, he would definitely expose Rosalin because of his murderous aura.

She thought for a moment, and then said with great interest: "Tomorrow, you go to the men's clothing store with me, and you have to dress up."

Moran: "..."

…………

……

The next morning, a commercial street somewhere in New York.

Rosalin dragged Moran to the men's clothing store early in the morning. This was the first time Rosalin bought clothes for men.

Just going to a nightclub, you don't need expensive clothes, but short-sleeved trousers like Moran's are not enough.Rosalin pushed Moran into the fitting room, then searched the men's clothing store, took out a whole set of shirts and suits, and then found a suitable long trench coat and gentleman's hat.

"Miss Rosalind!"

Not surprisingly, Rosalin was recognized by the clerk again.

The excited young girl recommended to Rosalin: "If you buy clothes for your sweetheart, there are new styles from Paris on the left!"

——She read the newspaper, isn't this tall young man the man hugging Miss Rosalinne in the headlines!

As soon as the two entered the door, the clerk was startled by the man's indifferent and dangerous demeanor.Sure enough, pretty girls like such handsome and mysterious bad boys.

Rosalin was too lazy to explain, she turned her head to look at the so-called "Paris New Style"...

"No thanks."

She tried her best to raise a polite smile: "The classic one is fine."

The clerk girl agreed: "That's right. After all, your sweetheart has a good figure and can wear anything."

Mainly because your "new style" is too ugly!Rosalin slandered in her heart that Americans were so vulgar in what they wore, she really couldn't understand.

But the clerk was right about one thing.

After Sebastian Moran changed his clothes and came out, Rosalin smiled in satisfaction.

He has a good figure, a cool temperament, coupled with those dark blue eyes, after changing into a formal suit, he looks like the unsmiling male protagonist in action movies who pretends to be aggressive with his fists.

Put on a hat and a coat, which not only make it easier for him to carry weapons, but also cover his facial features.

Walking into a nightclub in this way will not attract attention because of its murderous intent.

Rosalin thought for a moment, then pulled a peacock blue tie from the counter.

Standing on tiptoe a little, she tied Moran's tie herself.

The old-fashioned three-piece black trench coat is completely British gentleman's attire, and it even looks a little outdated.But pairing it with a shiny tie is different. It suddenly makes the silent man a lot more lively visually, bringing a little "soothing" and becoming trendy.

"that's it."

Rosalin patted Moran on the shoulder contentedly: "Smile, Moran, otherwise I will think you hate me."

Moran did raise the corners of his mouth, but there was not much kindness in that smile.

"The professor sent me to protect your safety." He said coldly, "I didn't ask you to please me."

mean.

Rosalin curled her lips, it was better than Gatsby, at least his smile was sincere and beautiful.

"I want to know more." She said, "What kind of story do you have?"

"what?"

"Tiago, Detective Kutch, Mr. Gatsby, and even Miranda and Sam all have their own stories." Rosalin said seriously: "What about you? What story do you have that can replace James? Moriarty's right-hand man's position, can he become 'Sebastian Moran'?"

Moran didn't speak.

He just stared at Rosalinn silently for a while, and then said, "How do you plan to disguise yourself?"

Rosalin smiled brightly.

"You'll see." She said happily, "This is the part I'm most looking forward to."