marvelous rosaline

23

Moran did it.

This was Rosalin's first reaction after returning to consciousness.

The second time the same situation happened, it was hard for Rosalin to suspect other possibilities.

Her forehead hurt terribly, and the pain pulled Rosalin back to reality. She slowly opened her eyes, and what fell into her sight was the wallpaper and ceiling in a rather simple style.

a bedroom.

Rosalin got up immediately and rushed to the mirror in the bedroom.Through the mirror, the thick gauze tied her hairline, and she opened her bangs to see that her hair was intact.

That's good that's good.

Seeing that her face was still fine, Rosalin secretly let out a long sigh of relief.

She doesn't care if she looks bad or not, but investors and directors do.Rosalin found that she quite liked performing on stage, and she didn't want to go to this job just because of an accident.

Otherwise, she would really blame Moran for this.

What happened after the car hit the curb?

Rosalin tried to recall: it was Anansi who opened the door, but Moran was definitely the one who shot.

So, she was attacked by Professor Moriarty's henchmen.

I don't know if Thiago is okay.

Thinking of this, Rosalin raised her head and looked around: her personal freedom was not restricted in any way, and the bedroom was not locked.

So Rosalin just pushed the door open and walked out.

At this moment, she was in a villa decorated in the style of the end of the nineteenth century.Rosalin walked down the stairs to the living room with heavy curtains.

The room was brightly lit, but it was impossible to confirm whether it was day or night.

Sitting by the edge of the fireplace in the living room was a well-dressed old man.

Even if Rosalin just glanced at his shoes first, she immediately recognized the other person's identity.

Hearing footsteps, Professor James Moriarty turned his head.

"Ah, Rosalind."

He still said in his unhurried voice: "You're awake."

As he spoke, the professor carefully folded the newspaper in his hand and placed it on the tea table at hand.

Another new Sudoku problem.

"Come and sit."

The professor's tone was casual and his posture was very relaxed, as if he was just an ordinary elder who was patiently waiting for his sleeping granddaughter to wake up.

Rosalin was also polite, and sat directly on the single sofa opposite the professor.

"How long have I been unconscious?" she asked.

"one day."

Professor Moriarty replied: "You are not seriously injured."

Roseline pointed to her forehead very dissatisfied, and complained: "I was almost disfigured!"

"I know." Professor Moriarty nodded, "Sebastian will be punished for his miss."

That's about the same.Rosalin is satisfied, she is narrow-minded.

"What about Thiago?" she asked again.

The professor returned Rosalind with a look of great interest.

He looked at her expression: "What if I say, he's dead?"

Rosalin's pupils trembled slightly.

But she didn't show any extra emotions, she just said plainly: "Then I will avenge my friend."

Professor Moriarty laughed out loud.

"Don't worry, Rosalind."

His speaking speed is not always very fast. After slowing down his tone, his voice is so gentle that it is almost exactly the same as that of William.

"Although I am looking forward to what you will do for your friend." The professor said, "But if I do this, it will be tantamount to making an enemy for myself, which is contrary to my original intention."

"Too."

Rosalin nodded approvingly: "Tiago is just helping me."

Professor Moriarty agreed: "Loyal people deserve to be rewarded and not punished, and I wouldn't hurt an innocent person, especially if that person is your friend. He was only slightly injured,"

That's about the same.Rosalin was completely relieved.

As long as Thiago is safe.

A few questions also let Rosalin understand her current situation and the purpose of the professor.

"You came after me, Professor." She asked, "Is it for me, or is it for the manuscript?"

James Moriarty gave a satisfied smile.

He looked like his student had given the perfect answer.The professor turned his head and asked, "Why can't we have both?"

Rosalin said nothing.

She just looked at the old man in front of her quietly: dignified and wise, if she didn't know his name and what he did in advance, Moriarty would have looked like a qualified professor.

After meeting Moriarty, Rosalin also checked the information of the professor himself. He was indeed teaching at a certain university, and his position was that of the Department of Mathematics.Moreover, Professor Moriarty's students are all over the world, and many of them are pillars.

How good he was at teaching, how failed he was as a father.

Maybe he is good at teaching and educating people, which has something to do with the professor himself having a very high desire to control.

Rosalind thought wildly.

"You just shut me up, it doesn't make any sense."

She told the truth: "I can be on your side, but you can't live with me, Professor. I may not do what you expect."

"I won't force you to do anything."

The professor's reaction can even be called amiable: "It's just an old man who hopes his granddaughter can accompany him for a few days. I don't think it's too much."

"Even if the old man killed his son?"

"I thought you didn't care about other people's lives, Rosalind."

She really doesn't care much.

At least William's death only made Rosalin feel sad, not sad.

But Rosalin also doesn't like to owe others.

Even though William and his mother were both dead, they gave him such a big gift.Rosalind was doomed to not inherit anything from Moriarty, not even a single hair, just by the love they had had for her.

"Therefore."

Rosalin said earnestly: "Leave me by your side, aren't you afraid of accidents, Professor?"

The voice fell to the ground, but the professor did not respond.

The front door of the villa opened, and with a "squeak", two men walked in.

It was Moran and Annecy.

The two of them seemed to have just come back from the outside, with a dusty look.After they entered the living room, they all paused when they saw Rosalind's figure.

Moran raised his eyebrows indifferently, and did not speak, but Ananxi smiled brightly.

The African-American youth put on a welcome look: "My dear Rosalind! It turns out that you have woken up."

Rosalin quickly took a look at Anansi.

When we met last time, Anansi was still full of disgust and jealousy, but now, he seemed to be entertaining his most beloved friend enthusiastically.Of course Rosalin understood the reason for Annecy's change of attitude: this guy just didn't want to make a bad impression on the professor.

Nasty guy, Rosalin murmured in her heart.

A narcissist who always makes himself uncomfortable and neurotic.

Her green eyes rolled, and then Rosalin twitched the corners of her mouth: "It's fine for me to stay here with peace of mind, I have one condition."

Professor: "Go ahead, Rosalind."

Rosalind: "If you kill Anansi, I will stay by your side."

The African-American youth's smile suddenly froze on his face.