marvelous rosaline

27

"You catch me!"

When Rosalind's last foot stepped into the air, Gatsby felt that his heart almost stopped beating.

Even if the platform is only one floor away from her, it is not enough to hurt her.Without even thinking about it, Gatsby hurried forward and stretched out his hands.

He caught her.

In the bitter cold wind, Rosailin's thin nightgown rose into the air with inertia, and then fell rapidly with gravity.

As if she fell from the sky, she fell directly into Gatsby's arms.

Gatsby held Rosalinn's weight firmly, his eyes met, and the clear moonlight cast a faint light on her green eyes. The man's hand was firmly around her waist, and through the thin cloth, He could even feel Rosalind's back rising and falling with his breathing.

When people touch each other's skin, the temperature of the other person is transmitted without hindrance——

"so cold!"

Then Rosalin complained and brought Gatsby back to reality.

He blinked his blue eyes, and let go of Rosalind like an electric shock: "Go, my coat is in the car."

Rosalind: "Then what are you waiting for?"

The two hurriedly jumped off the platform and rushed out of the manor.

Gatsby did come here by car, and he was very smart. He didn't drive his own luxurious and luxurious convertible car, but the old old Ford of the detective agency.

The first thing Rosalin did when she climbed into the back seat was to pick up Gatsby's blazer.

She wrapped herself up directly.

"Hurry up, drive quickly." Rosalin patted the driver's seat: "Mo Lan is chasing me!"

"I know."

Gatsby started the engine without a word.

The Ford sedan disappeared into the night in a flash.

Only then did Rosalin dare to relax half of her mind, and lay on her back on the back seat of the car.

All around were the smells of Gatsby: applejack, and his cologne, with which he had not come into contact, and the stink of corpses from his clothes was less noticeable.

"Where's Thiago?!" Rosalin asked.

"What do you—forget it."

Gatsby would have asked how she knew Thiago was involved.After thinking about it, such a question is superfluous-they are partners, Rosalin was arrested, and Thiago is of course anxious to get angry, which is not difficult to guess.

"do not worry."

Gatsby said: "He set fire and ran away. We have a very clear division of labor."

That's more or less.

Rosalin didn't want to see herself running away, and Thiago was caught on the screen.

Although the professor doesn't care about Tiago Mara's life or death, it's hard to guarantee that he won't use him to threaten Rosalin to submit.

"The one who attracted the professor's attention was Mr. Holmes, right?" Rosalind asked again.

"Only he can make Professor Moriarty take it seriously as a strong enemy." Gatsby confirmed her guess: "But—"

"—Kang Dang!!!"

Before Gatsby's "but" landed, the vehicle lost its balance with a loud noise.

This time Rosalin immediately reacted and grabbed the roof handle.

Fortunately, she learned the lesson from last time and put on her seat belt!

The Ford car is out of control like a derailed train, but Gatsby's driving skills are much better than Thiago's.On the narrow town road, he firmly controlled the direction of the vehicle, and stepped on the brakes precisely before the front of the car was about to crash into someone's garden.

"It's Moran."

Rosalin reminded: "He is catching up!"

Gatsby: "Damn it!"

He cursed again, but Rosalind didn't catch it.Gatsby opened the car door almost violently: "Get out of the car!"

Rosalind: "This is the only car in the entire detective agency, we didn't—"

Gatsby: "I'll get you a new one."

Rosalin undid the seat belt without saying a word.

The moment she stepped on the ground, gunshots pierced the silent night sky.

The bullet almost passed the top of Gatsby's head. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have fallen on the street of the town by now.

After leaving the manor, their car parked in a small town.

At night, there were few people and the streets were empty. Two gunshots and the sound of bursting tires made the surrounding houses light up, but no one dared to come out.

Rosalind and Gatsby hide behind the houses and find they are trapped.

"There is a clock tower behind." Rosalin glanced quickly: "He must occupy the commanding heights of the clock tower."

For a sniper, this is almost in control of the entire situation of the battle.

It can also be said that Gatsby and Rosalind are helpless.

Once they show their heads, there is a risk of losing their heads. Let alone leaving, they can't even approach Moran quietly.

No, if this drags on, if the professor's other subordinates arrive, it will be troublesome.

"Otherwise you'd better go."

Rosalin made a decision in a short time: "Anyway, Moran's purpose is just not to let me go, and I am not in danger by the professor's side."

Gatsby turned his head: "What?"

He seemed completely unaware of Rosalind's speech. Under the night, the man's blue eyes were almost dark, and a bit of confusion flashed through them.

"I said, I don't want to drag you down."

Rosalin told the truth: "Go and help Mr. Holmes and Thiago, just get the third manuscript first! I'll be fine."

Gatsby: "The third manuscript is on its way."

Rosalind: "..."

She blinked.

After a moment of silence, Rosalin slightly opened her eyes wide, with shock appearing in her green eyes.

"You found it?!"

Even the professor has no clue, how did they find it?

"We'll talk about this when we go back." Gatsby said, "Rosalind, you won't drag me down. I came here to take you back—I swore to your mother that I would protect you myself."

Again.

He always said these words, and Rosalin could not wait to hear them.If it was put before, she would definitely be bored, but now...

Rosalind nodded.

"Yes." She commented seriously: "Mr. Holmes is right."

"What did Mr. Holmes say?" Gatsby was puzzled.

Said you would come out eventually.

Regardless of whether Jay Gatsby suffered from Daisy tearing his face during this period, at least when he appeared in front of Rosalind, he looked exactly the same as before.

"It's nothing." Rosalin took the topic lightly: "Molan participated in the war, sir, this is not a joke, you will die."

Gatsby smiled.

He turned around and sat on the ground at the edge of the house.The extremely expensive casual trousers were in direct contact with the muddy ground, and the clean white shirt was also rubbed against the mud by leaning against the wall.Such a scene, such a gesture, really has nothing to do with Gatsby's usual glamorous appearance.

But he gave Rosalin her favorite smile.

The man's hair hangs on his forehead, his lips are slightly raised, and there is pure pride and pride in his clear eyes.

This Gatsby is much more relaxed and lively than usual.

He was like a person wrapped in thick soil. Until then, the thick shell was knocked open, and the people who were bound in it could be free.

"Moland did go to war," he said. "But Rosalind, you are the only one who has not been in this fight."

Gatsby stood up: "I'll tell you how to interfere with the sniper's sight."

After speaking, he picked up a stone from the base of the wall and smashed it directly through the window of the house behind him.

The tall and strong man just rolled into the houses of passers-by.

As soon as he landed, he collided head-on with the woman hiding under the living room table, who screamed in terror.

Gatsby was also polite, and directly took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, and patted it in front of the lady.

In 1925, the purchasing power of a hundred dollars was so high that it stopped screaming ladies.

"Excuse me, ma'am."

The handsome Gatsby smiled politely: "I think this is enough to buy all the flammables in your house. Help me?"

Maybe it's because of the power of money, maybe it's because of Gatsby's good looks, his words make the lady calm down very quickly.

The innocent woman, holding her child in her arms, tremblingly said: "You, what do you want this for?"

Gatsby: "Light it up and throw it out."

Rosalin suddenly realized.

Bed sheets, quilts, as well as carpets and curtains, textiles splashed with kerosene were quickly thrown into the streets.Not only that, the strange lady also brought a large amount of firewood from the basement, and after lighting it, threw it all out.

Soon the narrow streets were billowing with thick smoke, and the billowing black smoke rose into the air, covering the bright moonlight at night.

The clock tower in sight immediately disappeared.

"You can run away now!"

Rosalin suggested: "It will take some time for him to walk down from the clock tower."

Gatsby: "No hurry."

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms.

Just one movement made Rosalin understand Gatsby's intention: "You—"

Gatsby: "You just wait here."

After the man finished speaking, how did he come in and how did he turn out.

…………

……

Sebastian Moran on the clock tower put down his beloved rifle.

Looking at the thick smoke billowing in the distance, he licked his lips in displeasure.

Moran quickly made a judgment: the two should take advantage of this to escape.

Sure enough, he is someone who has been on the battlefield, and this way of responding is very timely.Moran put his rifle on his back, turned and walked down the bell tower.

It is only a hundred meters from the bell tower to the thick smoke, and it takes only 2 minutes to add the stairs.

Moran walked through the thick smoke of the street, and what he saw was a fairly narrow field of view: the intersection can barely accommodate a car to barely pass, and it is surrounded by buildings, and it is almost impossible to use firearms if it is not high up.

This--

In an instant, he figured out what the other party was thinking.

shit!

Moran turned around immediately, but it was too late.

The night is shrouded in smog, and even if you are very close, you can't see the specific situation clearly.Moran just barely took a step, and suddenly stretched out his hands in the alley by the side of the road.

The opponent's strength was fast and accurate, even if Moran was ready, he was directly swung to the ground.

Gatsby wants to fight him in the street!