Agnes didn't waste any time and asked Snow directly: "Tell me the reason why you were injected with drugs recently."
Snow nodded blankly, and the surrounding light and shadow changed accordingly, staggeringly depicting the scene in the interrogation room.
Agnes saw Lun standing respectfully behind a pale man in black formal clothes, his head slightly lowered. The man's ruby-like eyes looked at Snow with interest and asked with a smile: "What did your brother really not tell you?"
"No! No! Really no, I haven't seen him since the last time he went to sea!" Snow was extremely frightened, and his voice changed a bit and sounded a bit sharp.
"Mr. Hayden, it seems like he really doesn't know." Lunn added with some pity.
Hayden frowned and sighed regretfully: "The clue has been broken again. Where did that guy Bonnar hide his things?"
Lunn didn't make a sound, just lowered his head.
"Since he doesn't know, it's worthless. The method Bonnard chose is not bad. It's just a bit expensive, but it has some...humanistic care."
"I restored the formula of the medicine they used and made this one. Give it to him. Remember to make sure he is completely dead." Hayden took out a tube of medicine and a syringe and placed them on Lunn. In his hand, he said with a smile.
"Yes, Mr. Hayden."
"Okay, I stayed too long today and have to leave." Hayden said, pressing the brim of his hat.
"It's really annoying. Why is it sunny again today..."
Hayden's figure disappeared into the interrogation room, and Lunn injected the medicine into Snow's body during Snow's struggle.
The picture gradually and quickly became blurry, and countless irrelevant pictures began to flash by. It seemed that Snow had entered a state of delirium. Agnes saw that the outer shimmering storm began to mix with the inner layer, and a series of chaotic murmurs began. It sounded inside the "spiritual world", and countless pictures flickered and faded between light and shadow.
He was dying, Agnes realized in her heart.
Agnes asked Snow quickly: "Tell me the information about your brother."
The interlaced light and shadow changed rapidly, and finally he turned into a man who looked older than Snow, with a beard, wearing a somewhat dirty sailor uniform, with thick limbs, and looked quite strong.
Snow said slowly; "He is a crew member of the Silver Rose..."
The murmur in her ears expanded rapidly, and Agnes saw that thought storms began to rage randomly within the "spiritual world", and the entire "spiritual world" began to fall apart.
"He always said he would make a fortune at sea..." Snow's words were still slow.
A storm of thoughts came over, and Agnes felt countless glimmers of light hitting Agnes' body.
"Forget it." Agnes sighed. She felt that the spirituality she had penetrated into Snow's "spiritual world" was rapidly consumed, and Snow's hazy figure in front of her was also shattered by the storm and turned into countless glimmers of light. In the storm.
Agnes withdrew her spirituality and opened her eyes. Snow in front of her stopped breathing completely.
It was still considered a successful channeling. Agnes silently made a prayer gesture on her chest and praised the Mother Earth.
After the thought storm, she felt that the interrogation room was really quiet, with only Lunn's suppressed breathing and occasional wailing.
That Mr. Hayden was investigating the crew of the Silver Rose in order to find something, and that thing was hidden by Bonnard. Agnes stood up and thought silently, was he the one who entrusted Vicente?
There is no telling how long, if not long, this drug takes from poisoning to death...
Could it be that Mr. Hayden is not gone yet? Agnes glanced at Lunn, who was about to complete the transformation. If the other party turned back, would he happen to run into Vicente?
Lunn was a member of the Sturt Brotherhood, but judging from Snow's memory, he was actually loyal to Mr. Hayden, who was an insider of the Silver Rose incident.
The reason why Vicente insists on coming here to see Bernie at all risks is probably not just what he said in the morning because he saw himself and Bernie at Newlin Manor, but there are probably some other things. He might have investigated some other clues, but he didn't say anything in the morning. After all, there was no trust between "Ella Boesia" and Vicente, although Vicente seemed willing to put his own safety at risk. Place it on yourself.
Agnes always felt that the focus of the other party's commission was not to see Bernie, but to come to the Brotherhood's stronghold on Art Street. What was special about it?
Agnes rubbed her forehead with a headache, and glanced at Lunn, who had entered the end of transformation. Lunn's "werewolf" form was not as muscular as Bernie, and even seemed to have a kind of The beauty of the streamlines made Agnes couldn't help but twitch her lips.
Should I say that I am worthy of being a "witch"? Agnes subconsciously thought in her heart.
She heard the sound of deliberately soft footsteps coming from outside the door of the interrogation room. Agnes subconsciously turned around and looked at the door with her gun drawn.
There was only one person, and judging by the rhythm of his steps, it was Vicente. Agnes listened carefully for a few seconds and came to this conclusion.
She couldn't help but frown, why did Vicente come here? Did he follow him all the way, or is this his purpose?
If he had followed her, Vicente would have not given up his suspicion of her, which would be understandable.
But if this was his purpose, was it for Snow? Or for that Mr. Hayden?
Under such a coincidence, it was really hard for Agnes not to think too much.
Her eyes glanced at Lun, who had just completed the transformation and was still lying on the wooden platform panting.
"Put away your werewolf characteristics." Agnes said with a frown.
Lunn nodded slowly, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and his face looked painful and distorted. The white hair on his body, the sharp fangs between his lips, and the sharp claws were slowly retracted, and he returned to a normal human being. form.
As if he had finally accomplished something extremely difficult, his body suddenly relaxed, his face was pale and bloodless, and he looked as if he had been tortured.
Agnes couldn't help but frown. Len's transformation seemed to be much more painful and difficult than Bernie's. She didn't know why, but now was not the time to explore.
Agnes stared in the direction of the door, and the footsteps gradually approached.
The other party stopped at the door, knocked twice, and then fell silent, as if waiting for a response from the person inside.
