marvelous rosaline

06

At night, in front of the nightclub on Broad Street.

"It's time."

Moran raised his wrist and looked at his watch, then knocked on the car window: "Where is Gatsby's contact?"

A crisp voice sounded from inside the car: "Let me see."

After the voice fell, Rosalin opened the car door.

Her short red hair was tied up with hairpins, and she wore long blonde hair, which Rosalin carefully braided into a fishbone braid.Long light blonde hair is paired with a water blue knee-length dress. The jazz age clothing does not show curves, but the straight fabric still outlines the slender figure of the young girl.

Headwear and makeup in this era are always exaggerated, so Rosalin also bought a hairnet made of glass and fake rhinestones—under the light, the rhinestones refracting light almost blinded the eyes of others.

"Is it too high-profile." Tiago, who was the driver, asked worriedly: "They will notice you at first sight."

"The first thing they notice is my hairnet."

Rosalin corrected her seriously: "You won't look at my face."

Besides, she is not afraid to look at her face, Rosalind has put on a lot of makeup, she is almost like Elsa in "Frozen" now... of course, it is the Jazz Age version.

Even little Fabio himself had only met her once, at night.Such a cross-dressing, it is impossible for those big old men to recognize it.

"Let's go."

Rosalin reached out her hand towards Moran: "I've already seen the contact person."

Moran turned his head sideways and passed his arm over.

Under the guidance of the contact person, the two entered the Dashi Nightclub through the back door.

It was the night of the rest day, and the nightclub was crowded with people.The sudden appearance of Rosalind and Moran did not attract anyone's attention.

Under the dim and gorgeous lights, it is nothing more than an English gentleman bringing his beautiful dance partner here to spend a good night together. In nightclubs, there are countless such men and women.

As soon as Rosalin entered the door, she walked straight to the box with her long legs.

"Where are you going?" Moran grabbed her.

"That's the box over there."

"It's too conspicuous to go directly." Moran said: "Wait."

If she sneaks in alone, it won't be conspicuous at all, okay?Rosalin retorted from the bottom of her heart, no one would question who a young girl who came to have fun had dated in the box.

But Moran is strong in stature and outrageous in temperament.In order to cover up his killer and veteran's appearance, he had to cover it up tightly. Anyway, he doesn't look like a good person.

"Let's find a chance."

Rosalind backed down: "Can you dance, sir?"

Moran smiled slightly, pointing to the seat beside the box: "Go and sit over there."

It's really boring.

Rosalin pouted secretly, if it were Thiago, or Mr. Gatsby, he would definitely dance with her.

But they didn't have to wait long.

About 10 minutes later, a group of brightly dressed young men and women entered the door, and then went straight to the box.These should be the actors who had reserved seats in a nearby theater. Rosalin immediately pulled Moran to stand up, followed behind these actors, and got past the thugs guarding the corridor.

Rows of boxes lined up on both sides of the corridor, and Rosalin could see the guarded room without looking.

She stopped slightly, and Moran immediately understood: "I'll go and lead them away."

Saying this, the killer from Ireland strode forward.

He took off his hat and walked to the corridor in front of the box.

Moran didn't need to do anything at all.Comparing my heart to my heart, if Rosailin was in charge of guarding the gate, and at this time a fierce, cold man in a black trench coat who knew the other party had killed someone at a glance stopped in front of her, she would also be nervous.

So Moran just stopped at the corner of the U-shaped corridor, and then the two thugs looked at each other and asked cautiously: "What are you doing?"

Moran immediately put on his hat, turned around and ran.

The thugs at the gate chased after him like burning firecrackers.

Taking advantage of this time, Rosalin touched the front of the box.

She pushed open the door carefully, and through the gap, a familiar smell came to her face.

The smell of gunpowder, blood, and cigars.Even though the lighting in the box was dim, and the faces inside could not be seen clearly, Rosalin still confirmed through the smell that Fabio Romano Jr. was inside.

"Our killer has been caught."

Rosalin heard a man with a thick Italian accent speak, sounding a little older.

Then came the response from little Fabio: "It's Aurora, my sister-in-law."

Strange man: "You should be responsible for this."

Little Fabio dismissed it: "You are responsible for this. Before you did it, you blew up your killers to the point of perfection, and as a result, you were captured by a few third-rate little characters that day."

A third-rate small role?

Rosalin raised her eyebrows.

"never mind."

The man said again: "My master promised to help you, and there is a price."

Little Fabio: "I'm looking for it."

Man: "When will there be results?"

Little Fabio: "Let me remind you, Bill. My father hid Oedipus for decades, and even James Moriarty couldn't find him. How could he survive if it was so easy to date."

Oedipus?

Rosalin turned her head sideways.

There is no doubt that the person who is communicating with Fabio Jr. should be someone from the Bill Brothers Investment Company, perhaps the owner of the company himself.It was he who hooked up with little Fabio, ready to help him defeat other family competitors headed by Mrs. Aurora, and sit on the throne of the next godfather of the Romano family.

But the price is to find this man named "Oedipus"?

Why are you looking for him, is he a clue to the next manuscript?

and……

Professor Moriarty looking for him?

A series of question marks appeared, and Rosalin wanted to listen carefully, but hurried footsteps came from behind.

Ok.

Rosalin didn't look back at all, she left the door of the box as if nothing had happened, and when she heard the returning thugs getting closer behind her, she walked to the next box with confident steps and pushed the door open.

"Sorry." She said loudly, "I'm late, I just went to the wrong box. Do you mind if I join?"

——If Professor Moriarty is also looking for this person named "Oedipus"...

Half an hour later, Roseline escaped from the nightclub.

When she returned to the car, Moran had already met Tiago and had been waiting for a long time.

"What?" Moran asked warily.

Rosalin tilted her head and thought for a while.

She thought for a moment, and chose to ask directly: "Is the professor looking for a person named 'Oedipus'?"

Moran frowned.

"I don't know," he said. "I've been in London before."

"But there's always someone to help him."

"If the professor is looking for someone in the United States, he may not tell me."

Who will he tell?

Rosalin suddenly realized.

…………

……

The next night, a high-end hotel in a Manhattan neighborhood.

Rosalind and Thiago stepped into the expensive private room, and the latter tugged on his tie anxiously—Tiago always hated wearing formal clothes.

And Rosalin looked straight at the man sitting at the end of the long table.

"Sit down, my dear Rosalind."

Anansi, who was wearing an exaggerated tuxedo, took off his gloves with an extremely elegant gesture.

He pulled out the chair and sat down slowly.The African-American youth still spoke the aristocratic tone he used when they met last time: "I thought you were capable enough to solve all problems by yourself."

Rosalind did not sit down.

After such a distance, the smell of corpses on Anansi's body became much lighter, and the lightening of subjective impression made the sweet and greasy perfume on his body more clear.

He is not having a good time.

With just one glance, Rosalin understood Annecy's situation.

It is true that Anansi won himself, but afterwards Rosalin tricked her back in an almost mischievous way.Professor Moriarty should be very dissatisfied with his mistake. Even though Anansi was still a well-dressed male peacock, his unnatural movements and haggard face when he took off his gloves told Rosalind that he was not only beaten, but also accepted. A long period of mental torture.

"You said you wanted to be friends with me."

Rosalin chose a gentler way: "Does the proposal at that time still count now?"

Anansi quickly raised a surprised smile: "So, what clues do you need from your friend?"

"Who is Oedipus?" Rosalind asked quickly.

Her question landed, and the perfect smile on Anansi's face disappeared like a hallucination.

Anansi carefully studied Rosalind's face, he had never done this even when they met in the interrogation room last time.

"You don't want to say it." Rosalin tilted her head.

"I--"

Ananci drew a long tone, and then continued in a rather delicate tone: "I really want to know, what is so good about you that you can make the professor so favored?"

Rosalind:? ?

She turned her head to look at Thiago blankly, the confusion in her green eyes was evident: Rosalin Poirot didn't quite understand why Anansi suddenly changed the subject.

Thiago spread his hands speechlessly.

"Annecy." He spoke instead of Rosalin: "Not everyone is willing to participate in your favor game. We don't care what Moriarty thinks of us."

"What about her—the professor doesn't count you."

Ananxi didn't hide her disgust tone at all.

"That's it." He muttered rather disgustedly: "Pretending to be like I don't care, but I did everything, but I have to overwhelm me and get ahead of me in everything. Today's manuscripts are like this, but they were more in those days." It's the same. If you don't care, why do you appear in front of the professor?"

Rosalin immediately understood: "You know Oedipus, he used to work under the professor."

Anansi: "I hate him."

As he spoke, the young African-American leaned gracefully on the chair.

"It's still the same today." Ananxi said sadly: "Obviously he has run away, gone far, and disappeared in front of us. But after so many years, the professor still has him in his heart, why can he Get so much attention and favor?"