"Miss Boethia."
When there was no response from Agnes, Vicente pushed open the closed door with a gun in hand. When he saw Agnes staring at the door, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but then he looked like he was relieved and lowered the hand holding the pistol.
"Have you been following me?" Agnes asked, curling her lips.
Vicente hesitated for a moment and nodded. His eyes couldn't help but be attracted to Lunn, who was lying weakly on the wooden platform.
"Is he..." Vicente swallowed and asked.
Agnes glanced at Len and said casually: "Len Rambo, Bernie's confidant, a pervert accused of planning more than fifty murders."
Vicente frowned and looked at Len Rambeau carefully, as if to determine whether Agnes' introduction to his identity was true or false.
"Don't look at him," Agnes turned around and walked towards Snow's body, and said casually: "Come and see this man, I think he should be more important to you."
Vicente withdrew his gaze and followed Agnes towards the prison.
He paused next to Snow's body, put on gloves and checked the other person's vital signs, frowned and smelled the smell of the other person's mouth, and checked the pinholes on his arms.
"The cause of death is familiar, isn't it?" Agnes asked vaguely.
"He should have just passed away." Vicente's voice was a little low. He raised his head and looked at Agnes and asked: "He should still be alive when you came."
Vicente asked with a firm tone.
"Yeah," Agnes raised her eyebrows, leaned against the iron railing on one side, and said, "It took about a minute for him to die? Or two minutes? Just before I heard your footsteps."
"You were interrogating Len Rambo at that time?" Vicente stood up, took off his gloves and asked questions that seemed less relevant.
"Yes," Agnes also stood up straight and said softly: "After all, interrogating others is easier for me than rescuing people."
Vicente was silent for a while, then asked with a serious expression: "Did you get any useful information?"
"I did get some interesting information." Agnes said with a half-smile.
"Have you ever heard of the name 'Mr. Hayden'?"
...
A man who looked to be in his thirties and wearing a trainee inspector's uniform held a pile of files and pushed open the door and walked into the room. He couldn't help but choked and coughed due to the smoke in the room.
He glanced at the man who was leaning on the back of the chair with a pipe in his mouth and staring at the texture of the tabletop, seemingly thinking about something. He threw the file in his hand onto the sofa opposite the desk and reached out to push open the window on the side.
"Captain, the police department has obtained all the information about the explosion at Newlyn Manor and the death of the crew of the Silver Rose. The handover of these two cases has been completed."
"Thank you."
Wentz nodded, threw the pipe aside, stood up, regrouped the files that had been thrown on the sofa, and put them back on the table, as if he was verifying something, rummaging through something with great purpose.
For a moment, the only sound left in the room was the sound of paper being turned.
When the man saw Wentz starting to check the file, he turned around and walked gently out the door.
"Wait, Aiden." Wentz said aloud without raising his head.
"Is there anything else? Captain."
Aiden turned around and looked at Wentz suspiciously, waiting for Wentz to speak.
Wentz held several files that had just been pulled out from the pile of files in his hand, handed them to Aiden and said: "These are the autopsy results of the crew members who died on the Silver Rose. See if you can find anything. After all, there are related When it comes to death, you need to be more professional."
Aiden nodded and took the file. He read it carefully for a long time, and his brows gradually wrinkled.
"How's it going? Did you see anything?" Wentz asked.
"I think I need to see their bodies." Aiden raised his head and looked at Wentz and said.
"Okay," Wentz stood up directly and said, "Let's go, let's go now."
...
"So what you're saying is that you are tracking down what Bonnard shipped via the Silver Rose?" Vicente asked, looking at Lunn.
Agnes listened to the conversation between the two with a calm face and said nothing. After she brought up this topic before, she asked Vicente to ask Lun En directly. After all, she did not really interrogate Lun En. There were many things she I didn't get any clues from Lunn.
She frowned slightly and looked at the ceiling of the interrogation room. She could hear the sounds of a dozen people running upstairs.
Did the guards finally realize they were in the interrogation room? Agnes couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. To be honest, it took such a long time for these people to finally find her whereabouts, which really surprised her.
She could feel that Bernie was still in the office on the third floor. He seemed to be angry. He should be reprimanding the captain of the guard according to his status. He did not actively intervene in the search for her and dug holes for his guards.
Sure enough, is it still too expensive for the guards of the Sturt Brotherhood? Obviously, those people he knocked down were thrown directly on the ground without any cover.
"Yes, we have been tracking it for a long time, and then we learned that the item was sent via the Silver Rose. That guy Bonnard is very cunning and uses many different ships to transport the goods." Lunn's voice sounded It was so weak that Agnes couldn't help but frown.
"Did you do the explosion at Newlyn Manor last night?" Vicente asked next.
"No." Lunn gave a negative answer and said, "That explosion should have been directed and acted by Bonnar in order to escape."
"Really?" Vicente whispered with some suspicion: "But the three people who died in the explosion, even though their bodies were severely burned, the police department could still identify them as Bonnard and his assistant. and steward of Newlyn Hall.”
"Bonar died? Hahaha..." Lunn gasped and laughed, and said in a sarcastic tone: "How could he be willing to die? Even if he died, he would not die because of an explosion, let alone Probably severely burned from an explosion."
Agnes narrowed her eyes slightly and interrupted the question that Vicente was about to ask.
"Detective Poirot, I think we need to change places to continue interrogating him." Agnes said with a slight smile: "I think the guards of the Brotherhood of Sturt will find this place soon."
Vicente closed his mouth, and Agnes reached out to lift the still weak Lunn, opened the closed wooden door on the other side and walked in. Vicente glanced at Snow's body and also He raised his feet and followed.
