marvelous rosaline

26

twelve days later.

After Ananxi made his promise, there was no further news for twelve days.

However, Rosalin is not in a hurry—it is really necessary to be careful when making small moves under the nose of Professor Moriarty.

Moreover, although Rosalin couldn't leave the manor, the people and things inside completely satisfied her curiosity.

For twelve days, she learned from beginning to end the life and behavior habits of Professor James Moriarty.

Being able to live to the age of 75 at the beginning of the twentieth century and still insist on not retiring is enough to prove that Professor Moriarty has extremely strict and regular living habits.The professor gets up at five o'clock every day, and first has to move around the manor for an hour, and then comes back to eat a breakfast with less oily smoke.

After finishing the daily Sudoku, he picked up his briefcase and teaching materials and went to school to teach.

As for "saving the world" or "leading crimes", it is more like his spare time and hobbies.

But it is this "hobby" that the professor has developed to the whole world.

He is in the United States, but there are traces of his actions everywhere.

There are his investments in factories and estates in third world countries, and his guidance and suggestions behind many large European companies.The professor never shy away from Rosalinne when he was doing his work. It is not an exaggeration to say that a few words from him can influence the future direction of the phone calls from time to time.

It is a pity that even such a person needs a "super weapon" with no clues to deter the world and achieve the goal of maintaining peace.

During this period, Moran and Anansi have also been running outside, looking for clues to the third manuscript, but they didn't get much.

Anansi still treated Rosalin with the same kind attitude, as if that conversation had never happened between them.

But since the tenth day, the professor has not been back to the manor.

Moran and Anansi came back every day, but their expressions were not very good-looking.

"what happened?"

Rosalin grabbed Moran and asked, "It's definitely not a simple matter that can trip the professor."

Sebastian Moran just took a deep look at Rosalind.

On the No. 12 day, that is, tonight, Rosalin smelled the smell of burning trees and suddenly woke up from her sleep.

The overly sensitive sense of smell not only helped Rosalin, but also made Rosalin feel extremely uncomfortable under the veil of this smell.She didn't even change into her nightgown, she stepped on the ground barefoot and ran out of the room.

This smell...

It's the front of the manor that's on fire!

Rosalin immediately realized: It is probably Thiago's handwriting.

Without saying a word, she went downstairs and walked towards the backyard.

However, just before Rosalin passed the living room on the first floor and stepped into the corridor, a pair of powerful hands suddenly stretched out towards her.

Rosalin immediately braked.

Her reaction was already very fast, before the other party touched her skirt, Rosalin had already started to retreat.

But still not faster than the other side.

It's Moran.

When the stench of corpses came to her mind, Rosailin identified the man's identity in the dark.

The murderer's strong body flashed in front of her, almost blocking the way with his own strength.Rosalin immediately raised her hand, her right hand curled up slightly, with her knuckles facing forward, aimed at Moran's throat, and attacked Moran mercilessly!

Moran immediately raised his hand and grabbed Rosalin's wrist.

……hateful!

Rosalind only hated herself for not wearing shoes.When she kicked into the man's knee with her bare feet, the contact between her soft toes and the hard fabric of her jeans was innocuous.

On the contrary, it was Moran. With a sudden force, he pushed Rosalin against the wall with his backhand.

"I won't let you go."

Moran said calmly, "Be honest."

Rosalin: "Stay, where are you staying? Do you want to die with me in the manor?"

Moran: "The fire won't burn through."

As they talked, the burning smell became more and more obvious.

"you sure?"

Rosalin asked back, "Do you trust your eyes, or my sense of smell?"

Moran: "..."

Sebastian Moran had seen with his own eyes how sensitive Rosalin's nose was.

While he was silent, Anansi went downstairs "peddling".

I don't know if it was acting, or he was really defenseless.The African-American youth who was always dressed like a peacock was wearing a simple shirt and slacks, and his hair wasn't even combed as carefully as before, and he looked panic-stricken.

"What are you doing here, Moran?!"

Anansi accused: "Go and chase someone!"

Moran: "My task is not to catch her companion, but to keep an eye on her."

Ananxi: "Then why don't you just lock her in the room?"

Moran: "...do you want to burn her to death?!"

Locked in a room?

But anyone with a brain knows that when a fire breaks out, you can't stay in a closed room.Anansi didn't want Rosalind dead - if she died, the professor would hold her accountable.

So it can only be...

Rosalin quickly glanced in the direction of Anansi's voice.

Then she went out for the second time.

This time, Rosalin aimed at the man's () vitals.

Probably because she didn't expect Rosalin's agility to be so high, even if she was facing the wall, her kick was precise and ruthless.

Moran had already reacted, and he had to take half a step back to avoid it.

The moment the other party let go of her, Rosalin suddenly turned around.

She punched him straight to the throat.

Even if Moran made an evasive action and opened the distance, this punch still stunned him for an instant.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Rosalin immediately turned around and ran upstairs!

Anansi mentioned upstairs on purpose.

He was cueing her to run into the room!

Rosalin took three steps in parallel with her bare feet, ran upstairs, and when she passed Anansi in the dark, she did not forget to give him a sudden push.

This made Anansi, who was meant to help, completely unexpected.

The tall and thin African-American youth staggered and collided with Moran who was chasing him.

"Rosalind Poirot!!!"

His indignant rants echoed through the empty manor.

Rosalin chuckled a few times, turned around lightly, went to the second floor, and pushed open the door of the room.

Through the window, she saw a figure standing on the platform outside under the moonlight at a glance.Without thinking, Rosalin rushed to the window.

Below Rosalind's room, there is a huge platform.

The window was opened, and the air mixed with the smell of burning came blowing in.Blowing Rosalin's thin skirt, half of her body went over the window, and in the bright moonlight, she quickly distinguished the identity of the person.

It's Gatsby.

The normally glamorous rich man, the mysterious and heroic nouveau riche, stood on the platform at this moment, still upright and upright.

He didn't wear an expensive suit, nor did he have that deliberately English cane.The man is just a simple shirt and navy pants that are easy to move. The blond hair that is always neatly gathered is scattered, and the fine strands of hair cover his forehead, making Gatsby look younger than in the daytime.

The sound of the window opening made him raise his head suddenly.

The four eyes met, and at that moment, his light blue eyes suddenly lit up.

"Rosalind!"

Gatsby said immediately, "I'll throw the rope up, you've tied it up, and climbed down!"

Rosalin smiled.

"That's too late."

With a push of her hands, she jumped over the window.Under Gatsby's shocked gaze, Rosalind's white nightgown was flying in the air.

"You catch me!"