Agnes said without raising her head: "Tell me what you want to entrust me with."
"This starts from a commission I received a week ago." Vicente said with a sigh.
"It's not good for Mr. Poirot to reveal his commission like this." Agnes raised her head and raised her eyebrows.
"I know, but this is really..."
Vicente scratched his head angrily, sighed, and leaned back in the chair.
Agnes couldn't help laughing. She glanced at Vicente's messy hair and said, "Okay, tell me, I won't reveal it."
Vicente took a deep breath and said slowly: "I received a strange commission a week ago to investigate an ordinary crew member on the Silver Rose."
"Although I felt strange when I received this commission, I still accepted it because the remuneration was generous. However, as I investigated, I found that things were not that simple."
"I followed him for several days. The crew member had been wandering among several drug dealers, buying and injecting various drugs. He had no intention of returning to the port, and he did not see other crew members on the Silver Rose coming to him. It was as if he had been abandoned by his captain."
"He was almost in a trance. I tried several times to talk him out of it, but failed."
"It wasn't until the early morning of the day before yesterday that I found out that the crew member was dead."
His words paused here for a while, as if he was waiting for Agnes to answer, and he seemed to be just creating an intrusive atmosphere, but Agnes just looked at Vicente quietly without speaking. .
"I was the first to discover his death. It was the fifth day I was investigating him. The investigations in the previous few days had not yielded any results, so I decided to try to question him directly."
Upon hearing this, Agnes couldn't help but look a little weird, and she couldn't help but interrupt Vicente's story: "Excuse me, has your commissioning style always been like this?"
Vicente's expression looked a little embarrassed. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his nose, and whispered: "This shouldn't be important..."
Agnes couldn't help but curl her lips, shrugged, and said, "Well, it's really not important. You can continue talking."
"I climbed into his house through the window and found him lying on the ground with a weird smile on his face. It looked like he had seen the Kingdom of the Mother Goddess. I checked the scene of his death and found that he He died of respiratory paralysis caused by an overdose of drugs."
"His death is ridiculous, you know? I searched for a long time next to his body and only found a used syringe. Such a big syringe, a whole tube." Vicente raised his hands and gestured Knowing the approximate size of the syringe, Agnes roughly guessed that it should be a 60ml syringe based on the distance between his hands.
"He injected all the liquid in it directly into his own body? It's simply funny!" Vicente couldn't help but speak a little fiercely.
Agnes raised her eyebrows and asked in a calm tone: "So you don't think he did it himself?"
Vincent nodded and said, "Yes."
"Because the crew member is dead, I wrote the results of the investigation over the past few days and the doubts about his death into a report and gave it to the client. To be honest, the client's attitude was also very strange. I don't think I found anything during the investigation. , but the client said that I did a good job and even paid me more."
"After leaving the client, I always felt a little strange, so I went to the dock to ask about the situation of the Silver Rose. I learned that the Silver Rose had not gone to sea since returning to the dock, and the captain and crew had not appeared at the dock."
"I felt something was wrong, so I went to the police station to check if there was any news about other crew members of the Silver Rose. I found out that other crew members of the Silver Rose also died of respiratory paralysis caused by overdose of drugs in the early hours of the day before yesterday."
Agnes took a sip of her coffee and said softly, "It sounds like she's trying to silence her."
"Yes, but unlike the crew member I investigated, the other captains and crew members died together."
Vicente also picked up his coffee and took a sip, looking like he was trying to calm down.
"So I went to investigate the reason why the Silver Rose went to sea last time, and learned that they were transporting some goods for Bonnard." Vicente's story was not as detailed as before.
"So, it is obvious that there is something wrong with the cargo shipped back by the Silver Rose this time." Vicente said, licking his lips.
"I went to investigate on the Silver Rose, which was still parked in the port... and found that the problem was a leather drum... that had a light brown eardrum... and that The lingering smell above..." Vicente looked slightly dazed, as if he had fallen into some kind of nightmare.
"Mr. Poirot." Agnes sat up straight and tapped the plate under her coffee cup with the handle of the spoon in her hand.
Vicente came back to his senses instantly and reacted as if he had just woken up from a dream. He leaned back as if he was frightened, and his back hit the back of the chair. He stretched out his hand to press his heart, breathing heavily. Angry.
Agnes took a sip of her coffee and waited quietly for Vicente to calm down.
"I'm sorry, the things I've been thinking about these past few days have made me not in good spirits." Vicente stretched out his hand and pressed his temples, exhaling a long breath.
Agnes raised her head and looked at Vicente, looked directly into his eyes, and asked slowly: "How did Mr. Poirot investigate the problematic goods? You described the appearance of the leather drum in great detail. It sounds like I’ve seen it before.”
Vicente looked a little ugly and rubbed his temples with his fingers. He focused on Agnes's eyes and said, "I found an insider who had seen it and learned about it from his mouth."
"Really? This insider escaped the fate of being silenced? He is so lucky." Agnes couldn't help laughing and said.
She did not dwell on this point and instead said, "What about after you investigate the existence of that leather drum?"
Vicente nodded and continued: "I know that every time the ship that helps Bonnard come back, he will hold an underground trade fair in the name of a dance party at Newlin Manor. So I got the opportunity to participate through some connections. Qualifications, I hope I can discover something there.”
"So what are the results of your investigation?" Agnes asked Vicente, holding a spoon and stirring it casually in the coffee cup.
"Although I didn't find what I expected, I did find some strange places." Vicente said, staring into Agnes's eyes.
