marvelous rosaline

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The mule, however, disappoints Rosalind in the first step of choosing a place for a date.

When you think about it, dating a heinous criminal with a lot of money and a cowboy with danger and mystery written all over his body sounds like it should be a thrilling night worth remembering for a lifetime.

The mule, however, took Rosalind to a speakeasy in a Brooklyn neighborhood.

Speakeasy, what is there to do in a place like this?

Even though the mule specially changed into clean clothes, the tidy man still looked good.He even brought a bouquet of daisies for Rosalin. As soon as Rosalin sat down, the mule sent the daisies up and kissed the back of her hand gracefully.

"Thank you for coming, beauty."

He grinned: "I won't let you down."

Rosalin glanced around.

The interior of the bar was dimly lit, and there was a strong smell of cigarettes and cigars in the air.

This is because the interior is closed, and the speakeasy has only one entrance and exit.The dim lighting made most of the booths hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see the figures of the guests.

"What do you want to drink?" asked the mule.

"I'll get it from the bar."

Rosalin stood up straight away.

After standing up, my vision was a little better than before.Rosalin didn't wait for the mule to respond, and went straight to the bar.Along the way, the looming sight made her vigilant almost immediately.

Ok……

Rosalin returned to the booth with two glasses of beer.

"Just beer?"

The mule said in distaste, "You underestimate me, beauty."

Roseline: "I have Russian blood, are you sure you want to compete with me for alcohol?"

Mule: "..."

After Rosalin sat down, she looked over the mule and looked behind him.

The man sitting with his back to the mule opened his right hand and put it into his clothes.

"Someone is chasing you." Rosalin concluded abruptly, "It's not just a group of people."

"of course."

But unexpectedly, the mule didn't care at all.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, then raised his beer glass leisurely: "One hundred thousand dollars. Even in New York, that's a lot of money, dear. Not everyone can do it like you Not at all interested."

Rosalind: "The people behind are ready to draw their guns, they are lone rangers; there are three people in the right seat, they should be in a group, but I don't know if there are hot weapons. There is also a soldier with a big () horse () at the bar ) The man with the leather knife should also be aiming at you. There is only one entrance and exit to this bar, and there are three groups of people, you can't hide alone."

But the mule only drank half a glass of beer heartily.

He proudly put the wine glass on the table, the liquid in the glass swayed with his strength.The mule wiped his mouth with his sleeve nonchalantly: "Who said I was going to hide?"

Rosalind: "You want to single-handedly beat everyone?"

Mule: "Aren't your people still here?"

Rosalind: "..."

The mule's voice fell, and the man behind him had already drawn his pistol!

At the critical moment, the mule raised the beer glass in his hand without warning, and threw it backwards without looking back!

"He and I**--"

The assailant behind him cursed loudly, Mule took advantage of this opportunity, raised his gun with the other hand, and pointed the muzzle directly at the enemy's forehead.

"Oh!"

A loud noise echoed in the closed room.

At the same time, Moran and Thiago, who were sitting in the corner, stood up.

Moran's loaded gun was aimed at the assailant sitting at the table next to Rosalind.

"Don't kill anyone!" Rosalin said suddenly.

Moran: "Tsk."

Unhappily he reached for the trigger.

The pressure of the gun made the muzzle of the gun that had hit the vital point slightly deflected, "Boom! Boom!" Three times, amidst the screams, Moran accurately knocked out the weapons and knees of the three attackers.

Thiago dodged to the bar and hit the back of the head with his elbow before the man with the knife made his move.

The strife started suddenly and ended in an instant.The mule's muzzle was still burning as the other attackers fell.

He blew seriously as he retracted his gun.

However, the next moment, Moran had already taken a step forward and put the muzzle directly on the mule's temple.

"What's wrong with you?" Moran asked with a cold face.

The mule raised his hands in an extremely "cooperative" manner, with that indifferent smile still on his face.

"Rosalind!"

Diego hurried to Rosalind: "Are you okay?"

The mule raised his hands in surrender and turned his head.

Rosalind: "I'm fine."

As she spoke, she looked at Mule: "You use me to get away."

The mule shrugged: "These people have been with me for three full days. I can leave New York only after I solve them. Beauty, you really are my lucky star."

Moran's cold muzzle pushed forward again.

"do not do that."

The mule smiled and said, "Didn't the beauty want to know, do I have any clues about Oedipus in my hand? It's in my pocket, take it out and see for yourself."

Moran glanced warily at the mule.

After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand, cautiously reached into the mule's pocket, and took out a thin and small book from it.

"This is it."

Moran handed the book to Rosalind.

Under the dim light of the underground bar, Rosalin recognized the contents at a glance.

Not a book, but a screenplay, and...

"The Last Murder" was written in large characters on the cover of the script.

It was Mom's smash-hit Broadway debut!

"The manuscript you got, you can't understand it at all." Mule said: "This is the mother code of the code. It is said to be the first version of the script of the show."

This……

Rosalin was both surprised and bewildered.

"Why is it mother's play?" she asked. "What does Oedipus have to do with Edith Poirot?"

Mule: "How do I know? Oedipus just told me that when I hand in this script, I can leave New York. I have been waiting for 20 years, beauty, and finally told me to wait until this day."

But Rosalind still didn't understand.

She knew that da Vinci's manuscript was written in code, and the Latin on it was unreadable at all, but in this way, the content of the manuscript should have been translated 20 years ago, not the original manuscript at all!

The parchment that looked old and damaged turned out to be an imitation "fake".

but why?

Does Professor Moriarty know about this?

Do Oedipus and his mother know each other?

A series of questions made Rosalin even more confused.

Only one of the three manuscripts was collected, and the master copy of the code was obtained first. The progress was too jumpy.

"Instead of asking that, beauty."

The mule said in a casual tone, "You might as well think about his relationship with that professor, they are both British."

They're all British...

"Molan."

Rosalin looked at the killer who raised the gun: "The mother copy of the code, you should hand in a copy to the professor."

Moran raised his eyebrows: "What do you want me to do?"

Rosalind: "I'd like to know how the professor reacts to this."

…………

……

On the second night, in an apartment next to the school.

James Moriarty took the copy of the cipher master, flipped through a few pages at random, and already understood the general idea.

"It turns out that we have all been tricked." He sighed, "The split manuscript is the work of Oedipus."

"is fake?"

Moran frowned: "Isn't that a waste of time?"

"The manuscript is fake, but the content in it may not be fake."

The professor patiently corrected.

His finger holding the pen all the year round slowly stroked the rough paper: "Otherwise, why would he go to war and hide it at such a high price?"

Morin: "Poirot awaits your response."

The professor looked up.

Even the thick glasses couldn't hide the admiration on Moriarty's face: "Tell Miss Rosalind that I am very grateful for her generosity. You have done a good job, Sebastian, you are well-deserved." So I bestow this important name on you."

Moran sneered: "Whatever, don't forget your promise."

The professor nodded slowly: "The widows and descendants of your comrades-in-arms will receive a fixed amount of funding every year. I won't give you an exact figure, because with the changes of the times and the current situation, inflation will be faster than you and I imagined. Be quick, but I assure you, Sebastian, they're all going to survive."

Moran's expression remained unchanged, but the tension and guard in his eyes dissipated.

He quietly looked at the old man in front of him.It is impossible to connect him with the so-called "Napoleon of the criminal world" based on his appearance alone. In fact, since Moran knew him, he has never seen the professor do anything illegal or criminal.

Of course, Moran didn't care whether the professor was a bad person or not.

Only Anansi was happy to indulge in childish games of favor, and Moran had no loyalty and cared little about manuscripts.

"Poirot will meet Oedipus sooner or later." Moran said, "You have been looking for him for more than 20 years. What if I meet him?"

Professor: "You decide."

Moran: "I decide for myself?"

The professor smiled: "Yes, I know what I said, kid."

He held the master cipher in his hand and leaned gently on the chair.Most of the professor's face was hidden in the shadow of the light, making it difficult to see clearly.But such a posture did not make him look gloomy, on the contrary, it was more like an old man who was unwilling to face the reality after entering the memories.

"Maybe I just pushed too hard and grasped too thoroughly." He said, "That's what led to the current situation. Right now, I just want to get back my manuscript, and let you decide how other people and things develop. Choose."

but--

Rosalind Poirot may have other considerations in the middle of the game, but as far as Moran is watching...

Anansi still couldn't figure out why the professor cared so much and was reluctant to kill Oedipus.

But a guess gradually sprouted in Moran's mind.

"professor."

He said coldly, "I have one last question."