On the surface, there is nothing wrong with Xiao Milo's excuse. There was indeed someone wandering in front of his house. It seemed like a frightened child was just staying at the house of a kind-hearted restaurant owner.
Of course, it seems that Mrs. Wellington is really a hard-working person and has already started preparing breakfast so early.
Agnes stretched out her hand under the nun's robe and carefully pushed open the door of the restaurant.
"It's too early, we still..." Mrs. Wellington heard the sound of the door being pushed open, turned her head and said loudly to the door, but paused when she saw Agnes.
Agnes paused inconspicuously, then nodded to Mrs. Wellington with a slight smile, then turned to Captain Wentz who stood up immediately when he saw her, and did something on his chest. He made a prayer gesture and said with a smile: "Thank you Mother Goddess for allowing us to meet. It seems that you have something to ask me, Mr. Wesley."
"Praise the Mother Goddess." Captain Wentz looked slightly relieved and also made a prayer gesture: "I'm sorry that I need to interrupt your breakfast, Sister Pagani, but I do have something urgent to see you."
"Then let's go to church, Mr. Wesley." Agnes nodded with a smile, turned around and walked out of Mrs. Wellington's restaurant. Captain Wentz smiled apologetically at Mrs. Wellington, turned and followed.
"The nun looks to be not much older than Jenny."
Mrs. Wellington's eyes followed the direction in which the two people left for a while, and she whispered to her husband.
"Who can say clearly about nobles?" Mr. Wellington shrugged, turned and walked back.
Little Milo turned his head and looked at Agnes's back thoughtfully.
...
"We encountered some problems during the investigation, and I want to ask you about the situation at that time." Wentz shrugged and said with some apology.
"I understand. I happened to investigate something yesterday and wanted to inform you." Agnes nodded with a smile and said softly.
When the two entered the church, Agnes paused for a moment on the priests, nuns and believers who were doing morning prayers, and her steps involuntarily slowed down.
"you......"
Agnes smiled and said to the helpless Captain Wentz: "Let's go, Captain Wentz, I think the matter we are investigating is more urgent."
She made a praying gesture towards the Holy Emblem of Life at the top of the stairs, muttered something in a low voice, and then quickened her pace and followed Captain Wentz upstairs.
"Last night when we were investigating Newlin Manor, we met a girl named Susanna Gregory who sneaked in secretly and was looking for her aunt." After walking into the office, Captain Wentz closed the door and said immediately.
"Is there something wrong with her or her aunt?" Agnes put down the suitcase in her hand and asked.
"Not sure, she is indeed a little strange," Captain Wentz shook his head and said, "Because Susanna was injured in the bombing before, so by asking the priest to treat her, we also learned about the contamination on her body. Tests were carried out but the results are not yet available.”
"So, you want to ask me if I saw her aunt the night before yesterday?" Agnes nodded and asked, "What does her aunt look like?"
Captain Wentz nodded and said: "According to Miss Gregory, her aunt is addicted to gambling and often stays at Newlin Manor without going back. It is said that she owes a lot of money..."
Addicted to gambling? Owe money? Agnes subconsciously thought of the woman she saw when she just walked into Newlin Manor, and she said: "I have seen a woman who fits this description..."
Wentz stopped his description for a moment and looked at Agnes seriously. Agnes knowingly and carefully described the position and image of the woman when he saw her.
"It looks like it could very well be this lady," Wentz said thoughtfully.
Agnes said nothing and just nodded.
"You said before that you also had something to tell us." Wentz raised his head again and asked.
Agnes nodded, took out the diary she had found on the Silver Rose from her suitcase, and carefully handed it to Captain Wentz.
"I think it is necessary for you to take a look at the contents of this diary. It should be available starting from July this year."
...
She stumbled somewhat out of the alley.
The pure black skirt swayed close to the ground, and the traces of dust on the corners of the skirt looked very obvious.
The brim of the hat covered her pale face, and a strange and moist breath vaguely emanated from her body. Occasionally, passers-by glanced at her curiously, but could not see her face clearly, and could only feel a kind of gloominess coming towards her face. and cold.
The woman looked up blankly and glanced at the faint morning light that shone on her body. Bodivia in winter was not warm, but it definitely couldn't be said to be cold. The temperature difference between day and night was not that big, but she only felt that she was wearing a warm body. Cold - like a dead person.
No, to be precise, she is a "dead person". She still remembers how she died, but she doesn't know why she is still "alive". She can only feel that something belonging to her is coming to this place.
So she, a "dead person", crossed the violent sea and came to this place that she had never thought of visiting when she was alive.
Nothing in this place belongs to her, including her flesh and blood - she betrayed her own flesh and blood before setting foot on this continent, leaving only her pale bones.
But when she walked out into the sun, she regretted it. She only felt that she was extremely ugly with only pale bones - so she found a suit of flesh that was pleasing to the eye, just like she put on clothes when she was alive. , put this body of flesh on his body.
Then using this body of flesh, she followed her own feelings to find the thing of her own that had always attracted her.
Of course, she didn't find it.
She finally couldn't help it, killed the guy who made her unhappy, and then used the bomb she found there to destroy her traces - this was simple, this knowledge originally existed in her memory.
She didn't know why she still felt unhappy. Maybe it was because she accidentally damaged the flesh when killing people, so she had to wear gloves to cover her exposed bones?
But it's nothing, this body of flesh has been rotting, just like the flesh and blood that belonged to her before - she will abandon it one day.
The woman looked towards the manor, which already had a hint of fireworks. She could feel that something belonging to her was there.
She should—
Go there.
