marvelous rosaline

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"grandmother!"

Rosalind let out a cry.

Yes, why didn't she think of it!If we talk about "best relatives and friends", apart from mother's friends and lovers, how can we miss my mother's most beloved mother.

Countess Rosakova walked down the stairs gracefully, and Rosalin hurried up to meet her.

A familiar smell rushed towards her face, and without thinking about it, she plunged directly into the countess' arms.

Snow, mink, and the strong fragrance of roses are simply the greatest rewards for Rosalinn after returning from an adventure.When she was young, she couldn't remember how many days and nights she fell asleep slowly in the arms of her grandmother. Rosalin liked the smell of her grandmother.

"Grandma, I miss you so much!" she said from the bottom of her heart.

"Oh... my wild girl."

Countess Rosakova did not dislike her grandson in a mess.She accepted Rosalin without hesitation, and let her hold her cheek and kiss her left and right three times.

After the face-to-face ceremony, Rosalin's eyes sparkled: "Where's the manuscript?"

Countess: "..."

The old lady couldn't help laughing.

She patted Rosalin's red hair that was exactly the same as her own: "Just know how to play!"

Unexpectedly, when the Countess said this, Rosalin rarely showed a serious expression.

"I'm not playing, grandma." She responded seriously: "The manuscript is a relic of my mother. Her wish is not to fall into the hands of Professor Moriarty. I must help her realize this wish."

The Countess's eyes twinkled.

She looked at Rosailin, her face was filled with kindness, but gradually there was a bit of sigh mixed in it.

"You've grown up, wild girl."

The countess said with a smile: "But now, you and Mr. Gatsby should go to change clothes separately, and the manuscript can't get away."

Rosalin, who rushed back to the room, took a shower and changed clothes at the fastest speed. When she came to Gatsby's study, the countess had already spread the manuscript on the table.

"It was given to me by Edith when she returned to Europe after giving birth to you."

Referring to the past, the countess slightly lowered her eyes.

Her elegant expression was covered with a layer of sadness: "I have tried to crack the code above, and I have also asked Poirot for help. But he believes that since it is an item entrusted to me by Edith, it should be according to her wishes. Come."

Rosalin tilted her head.

The countess looked up at the girl in front of her.

The 20-year-old Roscelyn Poirot, except for those green eyes, is almost the same as the young Edith Poirot.

Tall, beautiful, and smart and fearless.

"Edith told me."

She said: "One day someone will invite me to New York, and then I can hand over this manuscript to you, Rosalind."

After speaking, the countess spread the manuscript on the table.

Rosalin took a closer look, and compared with the first two manuscripts, William's densely written letters, the content of this manuscript was only a few sentences.

With the previous experience, Rosalin compared the code book and quickly deciphered the above content.

[Congratulations, dear Rosalind, you are one step away from the truth.

Every story has its own beginning and end, but life is different.Sometimes when you go around, you often find yourself back where you started.Why don't you go back and have a look?

Da Vinci's design drawings are hidden behind the grand theater of the Times Theater, in the third beam.Edith dug a hole in it with her own hands.

According to my guess, under the current situation, the professor and his subordinates should be chasing after you, right?But it doesn't matter, even if he loses, he won't succeed, please believe me and your mother have the last trump card.

So enjoy the game, my boy!

your William. ]

Rosalind: "..."

It is not difficult to imagine how hopeful and happy William and his mother would be when they wrote this letter.

They must have been full of smiles, right?Rosalin raised the corners of her mouth.

She solemnly put away the translation and walked away: "Times Theater!"

Gatsby immediately picked up the coat hanging from the chair.

The countess raised her eyebrows at the two activists: "Maybe someone else can escort Rosalind to the theater? Mr. Gatsby's hand injury should rest."

Unexpectedly, when Madam's voice fell to the ground, Gatsby and Rosalinn spoke almost at the same time.

Rosalind: "He won't agree, he promised mother."

Gatsby: "I promised Ms. Poirot that I must protect Rosalind's safety."

Countess: "..."

Countess Rosakova from Snow Country was slightly taken aback, and she looked at the two young men who had already walked to the door.

My beloved grandson is the same as before. She is tall and beautiful, and she put on a pair of long-sleeved trousers that are easy to move. She is so delicate, but she can't hide the eagerness and vitality of the young people when they are about to go on an adventure.

And the tall Mr. Gatsby is like an indestructible wall.Even though the handsome man was injured, he still chose to stand by her side.

The countess raised the corners of her mouth unconsciously.

"What are you waiting for?"

She said softly, "Go, children."

And for Rosalin, there is nothing more reassuring than taking a risk to get the affirmation of her elders.

The two went straight to Broad Street.

The sky is slightly brighter, and it will be time for the city of New York to wake up.The car stopped at the back entrance of the Times Theater before there were many people on the theater street.

During the rehearsal and performance of "Angel's Voice", Rosalin often came to the theater alone to practice early, so she was familiar with the arrangement of the back door.

"The concierge will put the keys under the carpet. After entering the door, walk along the right side of the corridor. It's very dark inside. There are some debris piled up at the door. Don't bump into it."

Rosalin walked ahead and reminded: "There is no electricity at the back door in the morning, so we can just sneak in in the dark, and there is more."

"What else?"

"Thank you."

"..."

She could clearly feel that the man behind her was stunned.

It wasn't until they passed through the debris at the back door and turned into the empty theater that Gatsby chuckled.

"Rosalind, you're really good at surprising people," he said.

In the darkness, Rosalin turned her head in surprise: "Just because of this thank you?"

Gatsby: "Of course not."

It's weird to say this.

Rosalin didn't continue to struggle, she made a turn, passed the theater office area from the back door, and came to the front of the theater.

The light conditions here are better than outside, the point is to turn on the lights.

She stopped with Gatsby.

In front of the main entrance of the grand theater, a gentleman with white hair was pacing repeatedly. He stopped when he heard the sound.

James Moriarty raised his head, his gentle face remained the same as before.

He nodded slightly to Rosalind, but Rosalin's eyes shifted to his hands stained with black blood.

The professor rushed over from the front of Moran.

"It seems that I came in time."

Moriarty smiled slightly, his voice was still gentle and soft, as if he hadn't sent his right and left arm on the road not long ago.

He wasn't even going to blame Rosalind.

"Sure enough, I guessed right." The professor said slowly, "The third manuscript is in the Times Theater, isn't it?"