The carriage finally managed to drive out of the manor.
Not long after the coachman drove the carriage out of the iron gate of the manor, there was a loud roar in the night. Agnes opened the curtains and could vaguely see the manor houses through the gray fog. The walls of the room high above the main body were blown to pieces by something unknown, and dazzling fire burned there.
The chaotic wailing, screaming, and quarreling sounds of people came from the thick fog, and Agnes could vaguely imagine the scene of people rushing out of the house in disheveled clothes.
"Who did this? It's so arrogant." Agnes curled her lips and asked casually.
“The upper room is where Bonnard spends a lot of time,” said Burney.
"Ah, this is really a big mistake, but how do you know so clearly?" Agnes said in an exaggerated tone.
"Sir, do we want to continue walking?" the coachman's voice sounded outside.
Agnes looked at Bernie with a smile and said nothing.
"Of course, what happened there has nothing to do with us." Bernie's voice said coldly.
Agnes smiled and lowered the curtains, which obscured everything that was going on outside.
...
What happened in the manor today was quite exciting, but most of the people present were high-society figures, and the purpose of going there was not very honorable.
Agnes stared out the window at the deserted street, with some thoughts in her eyes. It is still difficult for her to predict how this matter will be reported in the newspapers tomorrow, but Agnes believes that part of the truth about this matter will definitely be concealed, at least the fact that many people have been there will be concealed.
But the casualties in this incident cannot be faked. No matter what, it will be classified as an extremely bad incident, and it depends on who will take the blame.
To sort out what happened today, the original purpose of this dance was to trade some smuggled items, and it was also nested with an extraordinary party.
And what I saw there today actually had a lot of doubts.
As a place where underground trade fairs are held for people from the upper class, it is not surprising to see gamblers there, nor is it surprising to see people who use gambling to launder money, but the one I saw was addicted to gambling and owed a huge amount of gambling money. , but still the woman who stayed there through that means...
How could a woman who owed a huge amount of gambling money still stay there? Is it because she has strong assets and is not bankrupt yet?
But if that were the case, it wouldn't be said that she "owed a huge amount of gambling money"; looking at that scene, the people at the gambling table didn't respect her very much either.
So why was she there? This is the first problem.
The second problematic area is the strange young man and woman on the dance floor. They are obviously there to find someone. Who do they want to find? Does it have anything to do with what happened today?
The third problem was the gunshot with a silencer that I heard in the corridor. Since the silencer was installed, it was obvious that I didn’t want others to notice it, and the gunshot only rang once during that period. It seems that the other party has achieved his goal. Is this gunshot related to the subsequent explosion?
In addition, is Bonnard, the owner of the manor, still alive? Why did the place where he usually stayed explode?
And the most important question - is this accident related to extraordinary power?
To be honest, this accident had little to do with Agnes, but Agnes always had a strange feeling, starting from the moment she walked into the house in the manor.
In that manor, both the smell and the scene gave Agnes an uncomfortable feeling, which was hard to describe.
If the taste was a little stronger, Agnes felt she could describe it in one sentence - it was like walking into a laboratory where ornithine and arginine decarboxylation experiments had just been done.
It wasn't that Agnes felt disgusted, she just felt that everything there seemed to make people a certain kind of restlessness-and that kind of restlessness was definitely harmful.
And similarly, she had a hunch that this matter was not over yet, and she would definitely meet someone related to it.
Agnes opened her diary and recorded her feelings. Then she put away the suitcase from Bernie and the long skirt that she had found a corner to change out of immediately after getting off the carriage.
She thought for a while, said good night to Xiao Milo through contact, and then lay down on the bed.
...
Agnes walked into the police station carrying two bounty targets from the Sturt Brotherhood that she had chosen today.
The atmosphere at the Police Department was much more serious today, with uniformed police officers coming in and out, all looking unhappy.
Agnes knew very well why they were like this, her expression did not change at all, and she walked to Officer Harriman's office in a familiar manner.
"It's just speculation." This was the voice of a young man she had never heard in the police station.
"What speculation?" Officer Harriman's voice seemed to be a little impatient.
Agnes dropped the two men on the ground and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows as she looked at the young man talking to Officer Harriman.
He has gray eyes, brown hair, and deep features. He is clearly the young man of the strange pair of men and women he saw on the dance floor of the manor yesterday. His exposed neck, gauze wrapped around his left hand, and his face are all There were several scratches on his face. It looked like he was seriously injured yesterday.
However, his image now is very different from the image he saw yesterday. He is now smoking a cigarette with a cigarette in his mouth, and there is a little excitement in his eyes. After he saw Agnes come in, he did not speak anymore, just with a He looked up and down Agnes with some interest.
Agnes ignored the young man's gaze and said directly to Officer Harriman: "We just happened to meet them, so I sent them here."
Officer Harriman still opened the woven bag first, confirmed the situation of the two people, and then wrote a check to Agnes.
The young man didn't know when he got up and came to the woven bag, holding a cigarette in his mouth and turning the two of them.
"There are no fighting scars on their bodies. What caused them to fall into coma was a heavy blow to the back of their heads. If the two of them were together and you knocked them down at the same time, it means that your fighting power is compared to theirs..."
"Now that they are here instead of me being sent to Art Street by them, isn't it obvious that my fighting ability is stronger than theirs?" Agnes interrupted the young man with a smile.
The young man paused, the corners of his mouth widened, and said with a smile: "That's right, it is indeed an obvious thing."
"Vicente Poirot, nice to meet you, Miss Ella Boisia." The young man stretched out his right hand and looked at Agnes with a smile.
