Ike still didn't understand: "Did Mr. Dean request it?"
"In previous years, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' fire trials were presided over by the Green Envoy. After all, it is rare for the commander to return to Chloe. This trial was attended by the commander's apprentice on his behalf. As soon as Dean relaxed, he wanted to find something for others to do. Do it. Of course, it is also said that the White Envoy suddenly asked for a test and abnormally decided to attend the Fire Trial, which made our Foreign Minister overreact... In any case, the matters between the big shots have nothing to do with us." The instructor reminded Ike, "Don't use "Your Excellency" when addressing the Commander."
"I understand, Mr. Anu." Ike looked behind him again and saw the young man waving his rapier expressionlessly. He knew that the threatening tip of the frost blade wouldn't hurt anyone, but he didn't know why this test was necessary.
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When Andrew woke up, Bertha's body had been frozen. He said nothing, like a statue without a mouth.
"She committed suicide," Agatha said. She sat down opposite him, and the entire ward was silent.
The maintenance man turned his head away indifferently. "Is this the truth you've uncovered, Detective Poirot?"
"No, it's not murder."
"My lady died of poison. I thought you were going to make a big announcement about someone sneaking into the ward and killing her for Hobson's debt."
"It's not me." Agatha understood what he meant. "Although there are no witnesses, I have no motive for killing, and I have no channels to obtain the drugs from the medical department. Mr. Verner, I think you can at least trust me."
"Then what reason does my wife have to commit suicide? No one dares to charge her brother's debts to us, and we will help him solve it every time."
"There are many reasons why people give up their lives," said Miss Poirot. "Appearance of strength is often a reflection of inner vulnerability. What's more, Ms. Bertha's mental condition is not good."
"Yeah, but it's Otto's fault. He gave her a blood relative that he couldn't get enough of. What's worse, the bastard didn't see her as a relative - I bet Hobson didn't even bother with Bertha's funeral. I won't participate." Andrew's emotions seemed to be lit by a torch, he said loudly and stood up from the bed. "Damn him! Damn him! Oh, my good Bertha, you are so foolish," he wailed again.
There were three people in the ward, two of whom could not bear the cry of the maintenance man, and only the detective Agatha remained unmoved. If it weren't for Hand and Biller guarding the outside, Uriel couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't have escaped through the door.
"My condolences, sir." He finally choked out a comforting word, but to no avail.
"You don't understand at all. Bertha and I have no children. If she leaves me, there is no need for this family to exist." Andrew glared at everyone fiercely, and he reached up to wipe the tears from his beard. "I will never give up until the murderer is found."
"Stop shirking responsibility." Agatha sighed.
"It seems the murderer has something to say."
"Mr. Andrew, do you think you can confuse right and wrong by just messing around? Bertha died of pharmaceutical poisoning, and I don't have the tower's controlled drugs."
"You are the detective queen of the Sheriff's Department. It is too easy to get some contraband."
Mademoiselle Poirot was finally irritated. "Bring me the evidence!" She said every word, "Otherwise, shut up your free mouth!"
"She died after meeting you. This is the proof."
For a moment, Uriel was simply ashamed to be with him. He couldn't understand why the master of the tower maintenance department was such a thing. "That's enough!" He couldn't help but stop Andrew from continuing to talk nonsense, "Mr. Verner, your wife just passed away, and we all understand your feelings. But your lack of cooperation will not help in finding the real murderer."
"You have no place to interrupt here, kid."
"I'm not the party involved, to a certain extent. But as a member of Croita, in a certain sense, I hope you can consider your identity and the obligations it brings." Uriel said, "Then Let me ask you again: What reliable evidence do you have to support your assertion that Miss Agatha Poirot was the murderer of Miss Bertha Verner?"
Andrew turned his eyes gloomily, and the malice revealed in them was unmistakable. "Those are just my guesses." He replied reluctantly. "If it weren't for Bai Zhizhi, you wouldn't be qualified to talk to me like this."
"If it weren't for the White Envoy, no one would be willing to talk to you." When mentioning Joey, Uriel thought of his own troubles, and his response at this moment was even more rude.
Agatha couldn't help but look at him sideways.
"You have no evidence, but I do have clues." The detective said slowly, "There is no need to explain the cause of Ms. Bertha's death, but I have some reliable speculations about the reasons for her suicide."
"Please tell me, sir, we are all waiting for you to tell us the ins and outs of the case and solve the mystery for us." The Sheriff complimented. In order not to be thrown into the hands of the Crusaders, he had to please this famous detective consultant no matter what.
The apprentices couldn't help but look at him sideways.
"Then let me tell you in advance, this will not please anyone." The detective stared at the maintenance man, and Mr. Verner stared back without fear. "Lady Bertha said she fell down the stairs, but she was a strong person and this little physical injury couldn't break her. Unless someone broke her heart."
"Members of the Tower Medical Department are indeed not afraid of injury." Xia Zuoye said.
"That must be Hobson. But he was too busy squandering his soul at the gambling table to seek his sister's bad luck." Andrew Furner said lightly.
Agatha ignored him. "I got an important clue in the hands of a nasty loan shark tobacconist: an IOU with Hobson's name on it. Lady Bertha loved his family, and this news must have been painful to her. Than there was a bet The most terrifying thing about a younger brother is having a younger brother who is a gambler and a drug addict."
Andrew was silent for a moment and said in a surprised tone: "The tobacconist's IOU? I don't know about that."
"Although I have no evidence to confirm your statement, the opposite is also true. When you found out about this, you lost your temper and even punched and kicked her. Bertha finally couldn't stand it anymore, so she took a desperate step."
"That's complete nonsense."
"Compared with your suspicions, I'm far behind," said Agatha. The apprentice believes that if it weren’t for Andrew’s special status, the detective would have taken him to the church dungeon to “ask for the truth.” "Ms. Bertha committed suicide in the hospital without any reason. The evidence is not difficult to find. We need to search the Verner house. The deceased probably left the reason at home."
"You don't have this power!" the maintenance man screamed.
"Actually, we do." Miss Detective smiled and winked at him. "The tobacconist was a vampire and was an old friend of Bowman, the deceased in the church mummy case. This enthusiastic citizen provided us with important clues: the last person Bowman saw before his death was Hobson. Mr. Furner, Your brother-in-law is now under serious suspicion. I don’t need to explain the influence of the church mummy case, right?"
The maintenance guy looked like he was going to pounce on them and tear them apart.
"Go and investigate." He finally compromised, "You will find evidence that I dealt with that prodigal woman. But it is of no use, and I can't get the medicine to poison her. The woman definitely committed suicide."
"You abused her?" Uriel was shocked. "I thought you were very...loving." His impression of Mrs. Verner still remained when she was on duty in the medical room. Nurse Bertha was very good at dealing with trauma. She was quiet but gentle.
Andrew glanced at him contemptuously. "It's just a woman. Boy, you look like you've never been married. At your age, Bertha and I have had our first child. Women are like that. The more you beat her, the more inseparable she will be." Open your door." His eyes moved to the detective. The female patrol officer was still single and indifferent to Andrew Furner's discrimination.
"She has left you," said Agatha, and turned and walked out of the room. "Follow me, Mr. Xia Zuo. With His Excellency Bai Zhishi's students vouching for you, you don't have to worry about being thrown into the dungeon now."
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Red roof cabin.
"To be honest, I don't trust your 'feelings'. The truth or falsehood of anything should be judged based on solid facts. Superfluous subjectivity does not apply to the investigation of the case."
"If mystery can be used as the basis for feelings, this is not a problem." Uriel argued with reason. He had never thought about the existence of the Scroll of Frankness Oath, so he had no hope in his persuasive explanation.
Unexpectedly, Agatha nodded. "That's no problem." As if waiting for his words. The apprentice couldn't help but keep his mouth shut. She didn't give any time for questions and simply skipped the topic resolutely. "The cases between the priest and the church are all connected to Hobson."
Uriel still doesn't know the progress of the Sheriff's Department, but he can see that things are obviously not developing like the worst outcome that Witek expected.
The detective stood up from his chair and kicked the broken stool leg away in disgust. "Let's sort out the clues. The information from the two parties is in a mess. It can be seen that sorting is indispensable for both the house and the brain." She expressed dissatisfaction with the environment of the apprentice's room.
Uriel pretended not to hear: "Gunther is Hobson's accomplice. Two days ago, they conspired to kill Father Fielding, but someone took advantage of their plan to get the first move."
"The killer is very professional," Agatha said. "Rather than being informed of the plan in advance, I think it's more like he provoked the conflict." She mused, "Gunther was roped in, and Hobson made the plan. No one was determined to participate in the murder of the church priest. It would be so hasty. If our Mr. Button is not hopelessly stupid, he must be under duress, or he must have a hatred of Dunbar Fielding."
"There is still a possibility." Xia Zuo said, "Gunther himself is a killer. Of course, he is not the expert who used Hobson's plan... but he probably has a similar part-time job, so he has no intention of taking human lives. concern."
"This is not a good habit." The apprentice muttered. Agatha glanced at him quickly, and Uriel felt uncomfortable all over. "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing."
"No, no. Thank you for providing a suitable space for us to solve the problem. There is nothing you can't say in your own home." The detective sat back in her chair, she muttered to herself. "Like Bertha and Hobson, maybe they knew each other's situation."
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