marvelous rosaline

22

That night, Thiago personally drove Rosalind back to Long Island.

While driving, the young man raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror.

Rosalin in the mirror was expressionless, still looking like she was wandering, unable to figure out her thoughts.Recalling the content of the letter, even Thiago felt a little heavy.

"Rosalind."

He broke the silence: "Are you okay?"

Rosalin suddenly came back to her senses: "What?"

Thiago: "You...sorry."

She suddenly realized that she was worried about her mood.

"It doesn't matter." Rosalin said truthfully: "If I would be sad, I would have been sad when William died. He and his mother are benevolent, this is obviously a good ending, isn't it? I should be happy .”

It's just that in the end, Rosalin couldn't call out her father.

She likes William very much, but it is also a fait accompli that there is no "father" in her life.If this love had to be forcibly linked with family affection, Rosalin felt a little narrow instead.

Sometimes blood relatives are existences that have different personalities and opposite ideas, but they just want to be twisted together.

Like Professor William and Moriarty.What else can such a father-son relationship do except bring disaster and pain?

So Rosalin felt that, assuming she and William, and Edith Poirot had no blood relationship, they should be able to become very close friends, which is more valuable than the identity of "father" and "mother".

"I'm really happy."

She said to Thiago: "I like this great gift from my mother."

It turns out that I came to New York for a reason.

Although what happened in New York was different from the original mother's plan.

For example, Frank Kage was assassinated and died, or James Gatz changed his name to Jay Gatsby.

But in general, this plan spanning 20 years was a success.

Rosalin came to New York to find such a "connection" with her mother, but she didn't expect that with in-depth investigation, she not only found this connection, but also found the secret hidden by her mother-she and William The love of her life has also had its own harvest.

"My mother also gave me many friends." Rosalin said earnestly, "I have never had so many friends."

Mr. Holmes has only one friend in his life, Dr. Watson; his grandfather has been busy for many years and has a good relationship, but the only one who can be called a close friend is Captain Hastings.

But Rosalin is different. Rosalin has many friends and elders who support her unconditionally.

This is even more important than the scavenger hunt itself.

"For example?" Thiago asked.

"Like you."

Roseline replied without thinking: "There are also Miranda and Sam, and Gatsby. In fact, Moran is also included. I like him very much."

Thiago was very moved: "Oh my God, Rosalin, you have made remarkable progress!"

Rosalin: "...If you continue to speak in such an old father's tone, I will delete you from the list of good friends."

Thiago couldn't help laughing out loud.

The vehicle continued to move forward, gradually leaving the New York City area.

Among the row upon row of high-rise buildings, the moon rises high.Rosalin raised her eyes to the moon in the sky, the moonlight tonight was extraordinarily bright, so bright that even the brilliant neon lights of New York could not block its dazzling brilliance.

"Speaking of Moran, it's a pity." Thiago said: "He does things very neatly. If he didn't have a conflicting position, maybe he could really be a friend."

Moran...

Rosalin looked at the bright moon and vaguely thought of something.

But thinking about it carefully, she couldn't explain it.

"What's next?" Thiago asked.

"Professor Moriarty's men killed William."

Roseline said: "I think we should help him and his mother fulfill their last wishes."

If there wasn't that letter, maybe Rosalin might not have given the manuscript to Professor Moriarty after she got the manuscript.

After all, it was his property, and she had no conflict of interest with the professor.At best, Rosalin would not choose to be friends with the professor.

But it's different now.

This manuscript, all the cases that came to New York, everyone she knew, everything that happened to her.

It was a gift from her mother and William.What is given to her is hers.Rosalind would not surrender to Professor Moriarty.

"Now the professor has the first manuscript and code master in his hands."

Rosalin thought for a while: "He should also know that the only useful manuscript is the third. He won't care about the second manuscript in our hands."

Thiago: "But we have no clue of the third manuscript."

Rosalind: "Neither did the professor."

As she spoke, she recalled the contents of the letter.

Fortunately and unfortunately, William did not reveal any clues about the third manuscript in the letter.In this way, Rosalin was as clueless as the professor, and they were on the same starting line.

But where should I find it?

If you insist on giving clues...

William said in the letter that all the manuscripts were given to his "closest family and friends" with his mother.

But it would be too difficult to start from the social circle of the two of them back then.

"Let's go back first."

Thiago suggested: "You rest first, and we will talk tomorrow."

Rosalin frowned.

"Don't you think there's something wrong?" she asked suddenly.

"what?"

Rosalin's eyes moved from the bright moonlight to the front.From New York to Long Island, you need to pass a long bridge. Right now, it is the time to stop work in New York City, and the bridge is extremely congested.

Their vehicles are getting closer and closer to the upper bridge, and they will soon stop with the congestion.

She has just experienced a similar scene.

At that time, Roseline and Thiago were the ones in charge of chasing the car, and——

High-rise buildings, bridge entrances.

Rosalin almost immediately caught the non-existent smell of corpses in the air.

"Thiago."

She immediately got up and grabbed the driver's seat: "Go around!"

Thiago: "What?"

Before the companion could understand Rosalind's intentions, a gunshot exploded in the distance.

The car that was moving forward suddenly lurched.

Even though Thiago and Rosalind were wearing seat belts, the suddenly out-of-control vehicle threw them aside.On the bustling street, the Ford car went off the track after a flat tire, slammed into the car next to it, and then plunged into the sidewalk along with the car.

It was an accident without warning, which made the two of them unexpected.

Roseline's head hit the car window so hard that she briefly lost consciousness.

After about ten seconds, the darkness in front of Rosailin's eyes gradually dissipated.She covered her burning and painful forehead, and then raised her hand to see that her palm was full of blood.

"Thiago? Thiago!"

No one answered.

Rosalind's hand reached for the seat belt button.

Before she could find the buckle, the deformed car door at the other end was pulled open.

A corner of Anansi's extremely expensive and gorgeous clothes appeared in Rosalin's blurred vision due to pain.

"Hey, let me see."

The African-American youth said in his deliberately dramatic accent: "How did you get into such a mess, my dear Rosalind?"