marvelous rosaline

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Rosalin immediately ran into the theater.

The floor lights in the theater were on, but the headlights were off, and the room was extremely dim.Rosalind dragged Gatsby to the backstage familiarly, but just after they turned to the curtain, Rosalind stopped suddenly.

Next to a floor lamp, on top of a tall prop, Anansi sat bored in a corner and waited.

Instead, he changed out of the gorgeous clothes he always wore like a peacock. The young African-American man was wearing a simple suit, slim and clean, and he was wearing a flat hat.

This kind of attire makes him look like a musician in a jazz bar who knows how to use instruments skillfully.

But now, the "musician" is playing with a small knife that is as long as the entire hand of an adult male.

Anansi heard the footsteps, tilted her head, and looked at Rosalind and Gatsby.

For a while, the backstage of the theater fell silent.

It was Anansi's chuckle that finally broke the silence.

"Rosalind Poirot."

He spoke slowly in standard English without any local accent: "Grandson of Hercule Poirot, daughter of Edith Poirot."

Anansi looked up.

"Father was William Moriarty, granddaughter of James Moriarty."

The words fell with the knife he threw in the air.

"It has to be me, no wonder." Ananxi read in a low voice, "So it's just because I don't have the same blood."

Gatsby looked at Anansi warily: "In that case, what else do you have to say?"

Anansi smiled.

He finally turned his head and looked at Rosalind.

The knife thrown into the air again and again landed in Anansi's palm with precision.

"But the professor gave me orders to grab the manuscript at any cost."

He spoke with his exaggerated tone.

"If there is any problem in this—" Anansi stood up abruptly: "That is not my responsibility."

Gatsby's expression changed suddenly.

He pushed Rosalin directly: "Get the manuscript!"

Without saying a word, Rosalin raised her legs and climbed over to the ladder in the backstage.

Gatsby stopped Ananxi with his own body, but the other party did not stop for him at all.After he knocked Gatsby away, he locked Rosalind and came straight to her.

"Why is it you, why not me?!"

Ananxi shouted almost ferociously: "Except for not having the blood of a professor, how much worse am I than you?"

Rosalin jumped down the ladder and lightly onto the beam above the stage.

"If you are smarter and more capable than me, you lose."

Ananxi's usually elegant and clear voice is now hoarse: "But it's because of blood, because of blood!"

Rosalin turned her head and glanced at him, she couldn't help being silent.

She was very helpless to realize that although Rosalin could not empathize with Moran, she understood Ananxi's current state of mind very well.

If it were her, she would not be reconciled.

I have worked hard all my life to strive for and improve, hoping that I can be admired by those who admire me.

It turned out that the person he had always hated and envied was not because he was stronger than himself—at least in Anansi's eyes, he was recognized by the professor.

He believed that William and she were recognized only because they were descendants of Professor Moriarty.

That kind of taste is tantamount to denying the whole life.

But understanding is all about understanding, Rosalin still finds Annecy annoying.

What does it have to do with her that he is his good baby and good student?

She turned to look towards the front of the stage.

Standing on a high place, the lights are dim, but the vision is very good.Rosalin's balance was excellent, she stood firmly on the crossbar that was only one foot wide, and she could almost see at a glance that a piece of the beam at the edge of the theater stage was artificially dug out.

It's there!

Rosalin quickly planned the route: jumping from the beam to the hanging lamp, and then jumping over the hanging lamp, just right.

The young girl in midair bent her knees slightly.

She pressed down her center of gravity, exerted all her strength on her legs, and jumped!

"careful!"

Gatsby couldn't help shouting when he went around to another ladder.

But Rosalin's calculations were accurate, and she landed on the hanging lamp firmly.The young girl turned her head to look at Gatsby proudly, but found that his expression did not relax because she stood firm.

The next moment, a force also fell on the hanging lamp.

She staggered, and the blade of the knife flashed a sharp light, barely grazing the top of Rosalin's head.

The extremely sharp cold weapon directly cut the rope hanging the lamp!

The lamp carrying the two of them immediately tilted down.

Rosalind hurriedly grabbed another rope at hand, she turned around, and Anansi firmly grabbed Rosalind's ankle.

"let me go!"

"Why!"

Anansi's eyes quickly became bloodshot.

Reason, image, and the tasks assigned by the professor may all disappear after Anansi and Rosalinn meet again.

He held on to Rosalind's ankle, regardless of her kicking his head with the other foot.

"Annecy!" Rosalin warned, "Are you going to die with me?"

"so what?"

Ananxi's broken voice echoed over the theater: "If I die, and I kill the only heir recognized by the professor, then I can also leave a seat in his heart, which is better than now, better than Be good now!"

boring.

Rosalin immediately lost all patience.

If Anansi could maintain his beating demeanor until the last moment, Rosalind could still respect him—at least, she liked his accent.

But for now, forget it.

"Even if I fall together, I won't die," she said.

"what?"

"If you don't believe me, try it."

Rosalin suddenly smiled.

In the dim light, the smiling face under the gorgeous red hair is shining brightly.Rosalin took off the delicate hairpin from her hair, and with a flick of her wrist, the blade hidden in the hairpin came out.

She directly exerted force and cut off the remaining rope from hanging the lamp!

In an instant, the person and the hanging lamp fell quickly.

Rosalin kicked Anansi away from the hand that was firmly grasping her at the moment of her fall, and then——

Above her head, a pair of powerful arms tightly circled her.

The cracking sound echoed in the theater, the hanging lamp and the enemy fell to the ground at the same time, and Rosalin's feet flew into the air, and Gatsby pulled it to the beam at the other end in a thrilling manner.

"Are you crazy?!"

Gatsby put down Rosalinn in shock, she raised her head, and fell into a stormy sea of ​​frustration: "Just do it like this, in case—"

"I knew you'd catch me."

Rosalin spoke seriously.

Her clear voice fell to the ground, which surprised Gatsby.

Close at hand, with four eyes facing each other, clear green eyes meeting clear blue eyes, the shortness of breath after strenuous exercise and the pounding heartbeat brought by thrilling scenes are intertwined, playing a warm melody over the silent theater.

Gatsby took a deep breath.

However, his next words were interrupted by a gunshot.

The two immediately followed the sound and saw that on the ground, Mr. Holmes flashed to the back of the seats in the theater with the agility that was not suitable for a seventy-year-old man, and then Professor James Moriarty walked in with a gun.

Gatsby immediately came back to his senses: "Quick, get the manuscript!"

Rosalin didn't hesitate anymore, she turned and went straight to the beam where the manuscript was hidden.

Without any hindrance, she jumped over easily. In the center of the beam at the corner of the stage, there was a place exactly as William described, and there was a dark box in it.

She carefully took out the box, the pure wooden box was covered with a thick layer of dust.Rosalin didn't even bother to wipe the dust, and opened the unlocked clasp.

The real manuscript, lying in it.

When she saw the parchment that was exactly the same as William's forged manuscript, Rosalin felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

She threw away the box, took out the manuscript, untied the ribbon on it, and carefully unfolded the long sheepskin scroll——

Then Gatsby standing in the distance, the detective and the professor standing on the ground clearly saw Rosalin froze in place.

"Rosalind?" Gatsby asked nervously, "Is it Da Vinci's manuscript?"

Rosalin closed her eyes, couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed out loud.

The empty theater was filled with Rosalin's wanton and crisp laughter.The young girl has the same graceful voice as her mother, and her laughter can't be recalled like a bell.

That's what it meant.

It turned out that it was for this matter that it was delayed for a full 20 years.

It turns out that in the third letter written by William, the "killing mace" meant this!

After seeing the contents of the manuscript, Rosalin immediately understood everything.

20 years.

William Moriarty and Edith Poirot spent 20 years stealing the manuscript and hiding it painstakingly, neither for world peace nor justice in their hearts.

Rosalin's father and mother were not like what the world said, they were a couple of fate.

For them, the 20-year tracking, grievance and hatred, just like what was written in the letter, is just a game carefully prepared for their daughter.

With the manuscript in front of her, Rosalin only felt happier than ever.

At this moment, she finally understood.

Knowing what kind of people her parents are, and realizing that they have never left, such a game is a surprise and a great gift that she has never had before.

"Isn't it just a manuscript, professor!" Rosalin raised her head.

Politics, intrigue, crisis, and more grand narrative vocabulary that is scary to say, are completely worthless in front of William and Edith.

James Moriarty spent his life seeking control, but he never got hold of his own flesh and blood, and he paid the price for his ego.

For 20 years, he has been pursuing the mysterious clues left by his predecessors.

But such a smart person, because of his arrogance, ignored the terrific speed of mortal technology in blood and flesh, in disputes and death.

Da Vinci's mysterious manuscript, a super weapon that is said to be able to change the world.

——Such information was rumored 20 years ago, or even earlier, in the mid-nineteenth century.

After 20 years of delay, William and Edith undoubtedly played the professor hard with childish jokes.

"If you want it, take it!"

Under the shocked eyes of others, Rosalin casually threw the manuscript into the air.

What is drawn on the paper?

It is one of Da Vinci's genius ideas, a tracked armored combat vehicle.

In the First World War, in 1916, on the banks of the Somme where Sebastian Moran first went to the battlefield, they had already been crushed and covered with charcoal as the bunker of death.

In the twentieth century they had a better known name.

Call it a tank.