marvelous rosaline

24

"You killed Ananxi, and I will stay by your side."

Rosalin's casual words came out, and Anansi's smile suddenly froze on her face.

What made his face even more ugly was that Professor Moriarty didn't say anything.But Moran, who was watching coldly, laughed out of embarrassment.

Anansi gave Moran a hard look.

Not responding?

The atmosphere in the room was very delicate for a while, and Rosalin watched the three people's reactions with great interest.

Seeing that the professor didn't mean to pick up, Rosalin just stopped smiling: "I'm just joking. What's the use of killing him?"

Speaking of which, she stood up from the sofa: "Since you want me to be on your side, you have to show me what attracts me on 'your side'?"

"It's easy."

Professor Moriarty approved Rosalind's request: "For a few days, let Anansi accompany you."

Rosalin nodded: "Okay."

interesting.

Seeing Ananxi's uncertain expression, Rosalin was secretly satisfied.

The professor did not respond to her "request" - neither agreed nor vetoed.

This means that, if Rosalind is serious, Professor Moriarty might actually sacrifice Annecy.

And Anansi understood this very well.

So his face looked as if Rosalin had stabbed him herself, and when he followed her out of the living room, he didn't even have the energy to put on an exaggerated smile.

"Where are you going?" Anansi asked.

"I want to get some air."

Rosalin replied truthfully: "All the windows are closed tightly, and the door is the same. Don't you feel that the air is not circulating?"

Ananxi lacked interest: "Let's go to the garden."

It was indeed night outside.

It turned out that she was in a manor.The gardens are grassy, ​​spacious and well manicured.This starry sky and clean air do not belong to the neon-colored New York City area at all.

In one day, it will definitely not be too far from New York, and she is probably still in New York State.

In the end, he did not continue this topic. The African-American youth took out his handkerchief and wiped the dust that did not exist on his face in an extremely elegant manner.He lowered his eyes and fiddled with the white handkerchief in his hand slowly: "What do you want to know? The professor asked me to tell you everything."

"I want to know, what's your story?" Roseline asked.

"Oh, dear Rosalind."

Anansi used his exaggerated tone, and smiled mockingly: "I don't know yet, you will be curious about me, it's really an honor."

Rosalin was not curious about Annecy.

A narcissistic psychopath, the character design sounds fashionable, but the story is very similar after all.Rosalind lacked interest in this.

She never felt that "crime" was a personal thing.

Anansi was more impressed by the still cornered fireman than by having nothing to do to entertain herself.

"I just want to know why the professor took you in."

"He made some sort of deal with Moran," Roselin said.

At least, according to Moran himself.

Anansi: "Then my story is indeed different from Moran's, but I don't want to tell you."

It's fine if you don't say it, hum.

Rosalind knew he was losing his temper.

She didn't bother, and her eyes fell on Ananxi, but she turned around: "Then, what does the professor want to do with Da Vinci's manuscript?"

"With a super weapon in hand, what else can I do?"

"If it's to start a war, it's better to give it directly to the Mussolini government." Rosalind said, "Who starts the war is different?"

"But superweapons are more than just waging war."

Speaking of this, Anansi's expression became uncontrollably excited.

He obviously participated in the professor's plan, but he looked proud, as if he was about to be crowned with glory.With a smile on his face, Ananxi said proudly: "My dear Rosalind, a weapon can hurt people, but it can also protect itself. When its lethality reaches a certain level, it can even defend peace."

what……

Rosalin suddenly realized.

Professor Moriarty's idea is simple: use a super weapon to threaten all governments to stand still.

Have to admit, his idea is correct.

In the future, nuclear weapons deter the world, in exchange for 70 years of peace.Can think of this, the professor is indeed based on the future.

But what Rosalin admires the most is——

"You are sure there will be a war." She whispered.

She knew it was because Rosalin was from the future, but the professor wasn't.

"The second world-class war is about to begin, isn't it? You are so smart, you must also smell the gunpowder in the air."

There was a smile on Anansi's face, and he was completely expecting to tell a story, as if he wanted the world to be chaotic rather than peace.

"And this time, the war may not just stay in Europe. Technology is developing too fast, my dear, but the rest of the world is far behind. I heard you are trying to persuade your friend to get out of the financial industry ? That's good advice, because there's going to be trouble right away."

"how do you know?"

"The person I love the most is a professor of mathematics."

Anansi responded mildly: "A mud-legged Moran can't even feel half of the professor's true ability. As long as you have a little understanding of numbers, my dear, you can know what will happen in the future."

It's true.

But because of this, the professor is more willing to use Moran than you.Rosalin complained in her heart.

A smart but crazy person, and a crisp gun, which one is easier to control, isn't this what is in front of us.

Rosalind changed her mind.

From this matter, she actually even agreed with the professor's idea - assuming his plan is feasible.

But Rosalind doesn't think James Moriarty has the ability to compete with the world trend.Precisely speaking, no single human being can.

Moreover, Rosalin had no interest in Professor Moriarty's "great cause".

In a way, like William, she was less ambitious.

and so……

"You are too smart, Anansi." Rosalin commented as if she had nothing to do with herself: "Smart people are uncontrollable, and you have no blood relationship with the professor, so you won't be 100% reused."

Anansi's gaze wandered aside.

He covered his mouth with the hand holding the white veil, covering most of his face behind the veil, with an indistinct expression.

"I thought we could be friends." Anansi's tone was slightly aggrieved: "I didn't expect you to hate me so much, Rosalind."

"I didn't expect that you were the most obedient student in the class."

"what?"

"Don't be confused."

Rosalin smiled, "You understand what I mean."

The last bit of humanity that Anansi put on her face was also lost because of Rosalind's ridicule.

Of course he understood what Rosailin meant—the most obedient student in the class, never causing trouble, never slacking off, diligent and excellent in grades, but far inferior to those so-called "problem students", which made the professor feel at ease superior.

If Rosalin said that she would take Moran's life and William's life in exchange, would the professor be silent?

Rosalin didn't think the professor would.

Anansi is his most loyal lackey, and because of this, in the eyes of the professor, he is the one who can be "sacrificed".

"You are indeed the same type of person as Oedipus." Anansi said with a cold face, "You can do anything wrong because the professor values ​​you."

"Then you'll have to weigh it up, Anansi."

Rosalin turned her head nonchalantly: "If I really become the professor's heir, what kind of situation will you be in?"

Anansi: "I know what you're planning."

Rosalin said as a matter of course: "Then I'll just say it straight. As long as I'm by the professor's side for a day, I won't let you rest for a moment."

Anansi: "...you threatened me?"

Rosalin raised a smile: "It seems that I threatened you. Think about it, Ananxi, which plan is better?"

The professor would not doubt Anansi's loyalty.

But sometimes, "loyalty" can also lead to betrayal.

Anansi knew this when she babbled to Rosalind about her jealousy of William.

Some people are loyal, will support all actions of the other party, and understand any choices he makes.

And some people are loyal, it is entirely for themselves.

Annecy is the latter.

He really doesn't care about the professor's ambitions, plans, or any great cause.

All he cares about is whether the professor takes him seriously.

So……

"Instead of letting me stand on the same side as you to block your eyes, we might as well be enemies."

Roseline mentioned happily: "You will not be bored, and I will not be bored, and I will not compete with you for the professor's attention and favor. How do you feel, Annecy?"

"You don't want to provoke me to disappoint the professor in this way!"

"So you're tempted."

She said seriously: "Think about it, your temporary mistake is just a temporary punishment, the professor won't do anything to you. But if I'm here—"

Rosalin threw out her trump card.

"Think for yourself."

She restrained all her expressions, and looked at Ananxi coldly with her green eyes: "If I really ask the professor for your life, will the professor refuse?"

Anansi took a deep breath.

He himself knows the answer.

This is not a trick, it's just that Rosalin caught Ananxi's weakness.

"Rosalin is more important in the eyes of the professor" is an established fact, and it is also a cognition that Anansi is determined to never tolerate.

"If you do well."

Rosalin strikes while the iron is hot: "The professor won't even know you did it."

Most of Anansi's face was always hidden behind the white veil.

He didn't speak, and a long silence spread.

However, the quieter the other party was, the more confident Rosalin was.

Finally Anansi put down his handkerchief.

The African-American youth folded the white handkerchief step by step and put it back into the pocket of his expensive suit.He didn't look at Rosalind: "In a few days, Sherlock Holmes will find your clues."

Rosalin quickly raised a bright smile.