"It was Officer Harriman who told you my identity?" Agnes's smile remained unchanged and she glanced at Officer Harriman who was silently flipping through the files and asked.
"Oh, of course not, Miss Boethia, I wish I could get your information directly from Harriman, but that Harriman guy will never disclose these things to unrelated people." Vicente shrugged He said with a shrug.
"But you were never prepared to hide your identity, so I only need a simple deduction to know your identity. You came to Bodivia recently, and on the second day after you came to Bodivia , came to the police station to get a search warrant, and I happened to know that it was Officer Wilbur who brought you to Officer Harriman that day..."
"Well, Mr. Poirot, needless to say, I think this is not reasoning, but the ability to inquire for information." Agnes interrupted Vicente's long reasoning and said: "However, it seems that you have something wrong. ?”
Vicente couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when Agnes said "This is not reasoning", but he smiled slightly after Agnes asked the next words.
"Yes, Miss Boethia, I do have something I would like to ask for your help with," Vicente said.
"As long as the reward is right, a bounty hunter can basically do anything; but on the other hand, if there is no reward, I won't help you." Agnes said with a smile.
"Miss Boethia, I think you should listen first..." Vicente said reluctantly.
"That's enough, Vicente! You're a crappy detective. It's enough to help noble ladies catch their mistresses and take on commissions to find cats and dogs. You shouldn't get involved in that case! You know very well that this case is fatal!" Officer Harriman roared viciously.
Agnes couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She probably guessed what Vicent wanted to entrust her with, but Officer Harriman's attitude...
It seemed that the relationship between Vicente and Officer Harriman was better than she imagined. This scene of getting along reminded her of Dahmer and Zag from the Heart of Nature team in Feneport City.
Agnes raised her hand, pressed the brim of her hat, and blocked the corners of her mouth that she couldn't help but raise.
She said in a brisk tone: "Officer Harriman, and M. Poirot, it seems you have some personal matters of your own to deal with."
"I'm leaving first. May the Mother Goddess grant you a happy day." Agnes raised her hat and walked out of the room.
She walked briskly outside the police station. Although it was a little unexpected to meet Vicente at the police station today, it was not completely unexpected.
She had a premonition that the incident in the manor was not completely over, and that she would encounter people or things related to the incident in the manor.
She went to the manor for a party yesterday and noticed Vicente on the dance floor; she met her again at the police station today. So, does it seem like Vincent has some mysterious connection with her? What is so special about Vicente?
Who was Vicente looking for when he went to the manor yesterday?
Agnes had already walked out of the police station. She looked up at the bright morning sunshine in Bodivia and walked to the newsstand.
She picked up a newspaper, dropped a one-cent coin, walked to the tree on the side of the road, and leaned against the trunk to read it quickly.
Agnes found the content about yesterday's bombing in the corner of the newspaper. There was only a headline and a short sentence.
Her eyes paused under the title.
"Yesterday, an explosion occurred in Newlyn Manor, which has resulted in 3 deaths and 28 injuries. The cause of the explosion is still under investigation."
Agnes glanced at the words on it casually, then closed and folded the newspaper.
"For an explosion, this casualty ratio seems a bit wrong." Agnes couldn't help but muttered.
"In fact, if those people hadn't rushed out and there was a stampede, the 28 people would not have been injured at all." Vicente's voice came from the right side of Agnes.
"Are you right that these 28 injured people include Mr. Poirot?" Agnes closed the newspaper and looked at Vicente with a smile.
"Yes," Vicente said bluntly.
"It seems that the matter you want to entrust me with, Mr. Poirot, is related to this case." Agnes said with certainty.
Vicente nodded calmly.
"The difficulty of this case can be seen at a glance. Is Mr. Poirot prepared to pay enough?" Agnes said looking at Vicente with interest.
Vicente looked around at the passers-by and said, "Miss Boethia, I think we should find a quieter place to discuss this matter."
...
"Let me tell you straight, Ms. Boethia, according to the income standards given by the city hall, I am considered a low-income group." As soon as the two sat down in the coffee shop, Vicente said directly.
"Since you know very well that you can't afford the cost of entrusting me, what makes you think you can impress me?" Agnes looked at Vicente with interest.
"Whether it's money or secrets, the essence of reward is to give enough things to make the other party interested, and my intuition tells me that Ms. Boethia is interested in me." Vicente's gray eyes stared closely. Agnes said.
"Oh? Which of my actions gave you such an illusion?" Agnes looked at Vicente with a half-smile and said.
"Ms. Boethia, when you...well, walked through the corridor carrying those two people," Vicente couldn't help but twitch the muscles on his cheeks twice, and said, "Look When he came over, he only paused for a moment on Harriman, and then concentrated on me."
"And after you walked into the office, even though you were talking to Harriman, I could feel that you always paid part of your attention to me. Your attention to me completely exceeded a person's attention to a stranger. …More like the look in a detective’s eyes when he sees the clue that is the key to solving a mystery.”
Agnes did not deny her behavior at that time, but asked with a smile: "How did you make sure that my attention was on you?"
"My intuition." Vicente stared at Agnes's expression and whispered, "I can feel your gaze."
"It seems that Mr. Poirot trusts his intuition." Agnes stretched her body, leaned on the soft back of the chair behind her, and said something incomprehensible.
"So M. Poirot, does your intuition tell you why I'm interested in you?"
Vicente rubbed his thumbs with his hands on the table without saying a word. The atmosphere between the two became silent for a while. The waiter brought two cups of coffee, and Agnes took them and put them in her hands.
"Okay, Ms. Boethia," Vicente sighed and said, "I really don't know why you are interested in me. But since you are interested in me, I believe there must be something in me. Anything you need, or want to know.”
"So would you like to hear what I want to entrust you with?" Vicente said, staring closely at Agnes.
