marvelous rosaline

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"The third manuscript, right here at the Times Theater, isn't it?"

The professor's words fell to the ground, but Rosalin did not respond.

Yes, William Moriarty was his son. No matter how the relationship between father and son was at odds, the professor knew her father better than Rosalinne.

Rosalin turned her head sideways: "It seems that we are destined to have a conflict, Professor."

James Moriarty smiled mildly.

He took a light step forward, and just this movement made Gatsby alert.The man walked up to Rosalin with a brisk walk, protecting most of her body behind him.

This surprised the professor, but he stopped cooperatively and spread his hands to show that he was not carrying a weapon.

"You do have your own loyal right and left hand, Rosalin." The professor said with emotion.

"Friends and companions."

Rosalin corrected seriously: "Please don't benefit our relationship, professor."

The professor couldn't help laughing: "If this definition makes you more comfortable."

Rosalin twitched her lips.

Of course she heard the professor's disapproval.

"Rosalind."

The old man in front of him was gentle and polite, but his gaze under thick lenses was colder than the North Pole that Rosalin had witnessed with her own eyes.

"There is no real conflict of position between you and me, and you know it well."

He spoke slowly, like an ordinary elder who was persuading the rebellious offspring to go home.

"For so many years, I have been looking forward to a qualified heir." Professor Moriarty said sincerely: "I took William by my side and trained him personally because he is smart enough. But William is weak by nature. Sticking to petty love and petty love doesn't meet my expectations."

The professor said, shaking his head.

"In fact, I don't care about the lineage of the heir. After William, I searched for many young people, Moran, Ananxi, and many more existences that you don't even know about."

The more he went on, the more regretful the professor's tone became.

Rosalin couldn't help thinking: she saw only two people, so where did the others go?

"But I have always cultivated capable subordinates, but they can't meet the standards of heirs." Moriarty looked at the young girl in front of him: "Until you appeared, my dear granddaughter."

"The youth with the same blood as mine made me realize that only cold blood and reason can make a master. Rosalin, you are more suitable than anyone else."

James Moriarty held out his right hand toward her.

Open your palms, and be honest.

"Why refuse my gift? As you said, after a hundred years, my resources and my power will be yours, and no one will talk to you about what you do with them. You can do what you want Anything you do, why not accept it?"

Rosalin was really not tempted at all.

The reason is simple: if it is a gift, at least there must be a reason, right?

What heir, what controller, these illusory words have no temptation for Rosalin.She was not good at unconstrained imagination, and she couldn't even imagine the real meaning of these names.

What's more, this is too secondary disease.

The professor speaks grand narratives, as if he is doing something extremely grand.But until now, Rosalin hadn't seen a real target of action, so she couldn't help but feel that her grandpa, who didn't have any feelings, was like a villain that only appeared in Japanese comics.

"having said so much."

Rosalind was matter-of-fact: "I don't even know what you want me to inherit, Professor."

"this is very simple."

The professor did not hide anything: "I have my own industries in various countries in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa. I am the investor behind the scenes of some governments and some organizations. If you are willing to be my successor, these are all yours."

"But you do so many things, why?"

"For control."

The professor answered patiently.

"Human desires are endless, Rosalin, you should be very clear."

He raised his right hand.

"If you don't control it, the desire will expand endlessly. In the past, it was this hope that allowed Europe to discover America and industrialize the world. However, it is also this hope that will lead to terrible disasters.

"The U.S. economy is like a bubble in a bathtub, dreamy and fragile; the shadow of war hangs over the whole of Europe, and the actions of the Italian government are just the beginning. At this time, the emergence of a super weapon is crucial.

"It must be feared by the nations of the world, so that the swords will cease. My child, so now that you know the meaning of the manuscript, please tell me where it is. It should have been written before the last war. to keep the peace.”

Rosalin raised her eyebrows.

She knew that the professor was partly right.

It is the emergence of nuclear weapons that will constrain world peace in the future.The emergence of a super weapon can indeed make countries fearful.

but--

Because of this, she began to look for the existence of such things, and Rosalin still felt very secondary.

"What if I don't tell you?" she asked.

"That's all right."

The professor's tone was very calm.

He was neither annoyed by Rosalind's rejection, nor did he appear disappointed: "I will grab the manuscript and wait for your change of heart."

It is estimated that it will still be the same as before. Put Rosalin under house arrest.

As for the safety of other people, it is completely out of the scope of Professor James Moriarty's consideration.

"Are you still going to reject me, child?"

Although Professor Moriarty's words were kind, Rosalin could still hear a hint of threat in them.

"The future direction of the world is now in your hands." The professor said persuasively: "Even so, you still have to reject me—"

The following words stopped with the arrival of the fourth person.

"After all these years, Professor, you are still so yourself."

The clear and aged voice cheered Rosalind and Gatsby, and then they turned their heads.

The old gentleman in the darkness stood tall, his black windbreaker swaying with his steps.The cane fell to the ground with a powerful clang - the sound alone made Professor Moriarty's face change from kindness to alertness and solemnity.

Sherlock Holmes emerged from the shadows.

He stood beside Rosalind and took off his hat.

After many years, the former enemies are facing each other again.

"There are thousands of smart people in this world."

Mr. Holmes said coldly: "Why are you going to save the world?"

Professor Moriarty bowed his head: "There are thousands of smart people in this world, why can't I be the one to save the world?"

Holmes laughed out loud.

For the first time, the detective, who has always been calm and unsmiling, expresses his emotions without reservation in front of Rosalind.

The two old men in their twilight years faced each other from a distance, but they still stood tall and straight.

The professor sighed.

"It seems that you still want to catch up with me." He said.

"how about you."

Holmes said calmly, "Didn't the retirement life make you nostalgic for the past?"

The professor also smiled when he heard this.

"Go, Miss Poirot."

Holmes glanced over with falcon-like eyes: "Go and get that manuscript, here it is for me."