"You mean you told the church all your experiences during this period, from when you received the commission to the explosion at Newlin Manor. All your experiences, but you didn't describe them in detail in some details? People in the church also Didn't you ask about these details?" Agnes frowned and asked.
"The priest asked some questions later," Vicente said.
Agnes tilted her head, waiting for Vicente's explanation: "After I said these things, he asked me to wait in the lounge for a while, then went out for a few minutes, and then asked my client when he came back. , and questions such as whether anything strange was discovered before the explosion at Newlyn Manor."
It seemed that Captain Wentz should have found the priest by then, and everything that followed should be related to the Heart of Nature team. Agnes nodded thoughtfully and did not ask about this matter again.
"Mr. Poirot, you must not have gone to Art Street to see Bernie Ste just to ask him about his appointment with the captain of the Silver Rose at Wolfe's."
Vicente hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said: "That reservation is indeed not my most important purpose. The page recording the reservation for that night in Wolfe's restaurant reservation record book was torn out. I made it through Questioning the restaurant staff revealed that the captain of the Silver Rose had a date with Bernie Steer that night, but this was not entirely conclusive information and was not enough to get me to go to Art Street."
"But that's the last question you asked." Agnes raised her eyebrows and said.
Vicente smiled bitterly and nodded, and after a long while he said: "Yes, I am not sure whether his answer is true, so I took advantage of the chaos you caused to verify my guess."
Agnes raised her eyebrows: "I don't remember you saying that you have an understanding of the structure of the Brotherhood's stronghold."
"Miss Boethia, please stop joking. Since you believed that I had the ability to reach the third floor alone, you must have known that I had an understanding of the structure of the Brotherhood's stronghold."
Agnes smiled and said nothing.
"When I was investigating the cargo transported by the Silver Rose, I looked through their accounts and found that there was an inexplicable amount of money at their disposal before they sailed, and this money probably came from the Sturt Brotherhood."
"Actually, this is not surprising," Vicente shrugged and said: "After all, although the Silver Rose mainly helps Bonnard transport some goods back from the sea, they do not refuse to accept entrustments from other people. The only The strange thing is that the money given by the Ste Brothers is too much."
"But this is under the condition that they are not dead." Vicente picked up the cup and took a sip.
"So I took advantage of the chaos and found the archives of the Sturt Brotherhood, checked their accounts during that period, and found that the Sturt Brotherhood did indeed have a piece of money that was missing during that period, and it was the same as the one received by the Silver Rose. The number of pens is basically consistent.”
"So you thought that the matter on the Silver Rose was mainly dominated by the Ste Brothers?" Agnes asked aloud.
Vicente smiled and said, "If it's just about the Silver Rose, it's possible; but if it's about the Newlin Manor, it's impossible."
"According to what Mr. Lunn said, if Bonnard really faked his death, it is definitely not something that the Sturt Brothers can do to force a person like him to the point where he needs to fake his death; and if he is really dead, , which further proves that the Stern Brotherhood is just a tool of the person behind it."
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"Do you feel it?" Wentz turned to look at the two people following him and said, "These secret passages in Newlin Manor seem to be going underground, but in fact they are going upstairs."
"That's true. This should be where the Beyonders gather." Aiden nodded and looked at the dark room.
Wentz looked around at the doors around him.
"Captain, the ground here is a bit strange." Joey said with a frown. He was a young man who looked a little shy. His eyes looked a little deep and he was staring at the ground under the main seat. He held a divining staff tightly in his hand.
Wentz turned around and followed Joey's gaze.
"Is this here?" Wentz squatted down, stretched out his hand to touch the ground, looked at Joey and asked.
Joey nodded, and Aiden came closer.
Wen Si raised his hand and knocked, frowning.
"It's empty down there," he said, looking up.
"'3-040' did not issue a warning." Joey said.
"You guys stand back." Wen Si nodded and said to the two of them.
He moved the seat, reached out and fumbled a few times, and removed the floor tiles underneath.
"It looks like this is a secret passage that has existed for a long time." Wentz said looking at the somewhat old ladder below. The ladder did not seem to have been well maintained, and there were some wooden thorns on the surface.
"I'll go down first." Wentz turned to look at the two of them, and then said to Joey: "Pay attention to the reaction of '3-040'."
Joey nodded, and Wentz turned around and climbed down the ladder. Joey stared closely at the divination staff in his hand.
"Okay, come down." Wen Si's voice came from under the cave entrance. There was nothing wrong with the divining stick, and Joey couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Joey put the divining staff on his waist and climbed down the ladder second, Aiden behind him.
"I checked. This should be on the right side of the corridor where we entered from the gate. There is a gaming table in the room next to it."
"The wooden thorns on the ladder just now don't seem to be natural. They seem to have appeared after being scratched by something sharp, and it didn't last long." Joey reminded aloud.
After hearing this, Wentz walked back to the ladder.
"Captain, look, the inside of these wooden thorns is still the light yellow color of wood, but the outside has turned black." Joey flicked one of the wooden thorns on it and said.
"Could it be the traces left by the murderer?" Wentz asked.
Joey hesitated for a moment and said, "Can I do some divination?"
"Be careful." Wentz nodded.
Joey walked to the gambling table in the next room, found a piece of paper and wrote down a sentence:
"The spikes on the ladder in the adjacent room are traces of Bonnard's killer."
He took off the silver chain with the amethyst at the end from his wrist, and the expression on his face quickly calmed down. He held the chain in his left hand and stretched it out. The purple crystal hovered above the paper, motionless.
He closed his eyes for a long time before opening them and looking at his pendulum.
The pendulum swayed slightly, moving clockwise with the silver chain.
"It's the traces left by the murderer." Joey looked at Wentz and said.
