The blood-sucking desire of half-vampires is so low that it has almost no impact, so no one cares about these children. "The laws of the Affairs Department should be updated." Agatha criticized her immediate boss unceremoniously, "That department responsible for urban population management, the 'Residence Registration and Management Department of Dangerous Races'. I heard that their job is to provide information to all kinds of people." Documents are stamped, and thousands of them can be stamped a day, so we can completely replace them by leaving only rubber stamps.”
The sheriff in charge of the scene coughed: "It is too difficult to cast spells on so many seals at the same time... The maintenance department will also protest against the increased burden."
"I don't care about the protests from the maintenance department." The detective lowered his head to read the inspector's report. "The identity of this girl needs to be found out, and the traces of the missing Gardner Reynolds need to be found. The sooner the better. I don't want to find another one." A corpse." Who knew that one day, I would actually hope that this profiteer would still be alive!
"Is someone trying to kill him?" Wittek asked.
"The church is targeting him for his deadly business."
"You mean the contraband tobacco, sir?"
If those things were worth it, I'd take him to the dungeon on his first visit. "It's much more exaggerated than tobacco. He was selling poison. And I have evidence that there may be clergy involved." Agatha sighed, "I probably understand why the church wanted to murder Dunbar Fielding. .If such a scandal occurs in the Sheriff's Department, Chief McCann will quietly clean up the door."
Wittek took half a step back calmly.
If he followed Agatha for a while, he would find that such small moves could not be hidden from the eyes of his superiors. The detective lady glanced at him and was too lazy to explore his boring psychological activities: "The question now is, where did this girl come from?" She put down the autopsy report and suspected that no one in the current Public Security Bureau was thinking at all. people. "She's definitely not a waif. If you knew anything about the child's clothes, you would find that she is actually very well-dressed. Do you have any children?"
Wittek rubbed the back of his head. "I'm not married yet." The other police officer also said that he was still young and could start a family later.
"Most people think so. It's easy to give birth to children, but it's difficult to raise them." The detective twitched his lips, "A woman's career is in bed, and a man's career is anywhere. So the more work you do, the more you get, and the latter pays outside the home." If you work hard, you can be compensated inside the door, is this the truth?"
The two young patrol officers who had just joined the job did not know how to answer.
Agatha didn't expect them to say anything insightful. After all, for them, the status I gained with my brains can only be matched by catching a few more unlucky guys with missing fingers... If it hadn't been for a word from the saint, I might have been married long ago, or even had a family full of children.
"It's a good choice to start a career first and then start a family. From this point of view, you may be a suitable father." She said in a confused manner, "I'm sure this girl is not the child of Gardner Reynolds. That kind of cunning and A vampire businessman worthy of the name is not qualified to find a wife. By the way, if you want children, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
Wittek was confused by her question. "I?"
"have not thought?"
"Is this some kind of psychological profiling?" The other police officer was also very embarrassed.
"Maybe." The detective tilted his head, "It's okay if you can't tell, Picol. Have you ever thought about being the father of the child?" She heard the name of the strange police officer from somewhere.
The latter has a habit of coughing before speaking, but he speaks very decisively. "If you must ask... Based on my experience as a son for more than 20 years, a girl is better." Agatha could not hear the compliment in this statement, but felt helpless.
She realized she had a smile on her face, and both Wittek and Picol breathed a sigh of relief. "I finally understand what different people think." Agatha told them. "This kind of discussion needs to be held more internally, lest we always be self-righteous."
"You're right, sir." Witek was quite sharp at first, but as soon as Picol came, he was outclassed. "So what do we do with this case?"
"Merge it with the church case." Agatha gave him the long-awaited answer.
"Okay, merge, it's time to do it. What do we do now?"
"Get in the carriage and go to the Verner's manor." The Detective Queen said decisively, "I have to ask Andrew Verner for his opinion again." She looked back with a smile, but her eyes were very cold. "I hope he can give me new ideas. Gods bless him, otherwise things won't be that simple."
"This matter is not simple in the first place." Wittek muttered. "I don't even know what I'm doing right now."
Arriving in front of the familiar villa, Agatha waited impolitely for the door to open. Piccolo faithfully carried out her orders, and the door flew open.
"Are you crazy?!" Andrew was furious when he saw Agatha. His expression was tense and aggressive. "Get out of my house, now!"
"Excuse me, Mr. Verner, but this time we are here with a search warrant."
"How many times have you searched!"
"But all we found was what you didn't hide." The detective didn't retreat, "Tobacco. We once found a box of tobacco, but that's far from everything, right?"
"Is that why?" Andrew waved his hand angrily, "Those are the treasures of that bastard Hobson. I heard that he surrendered. Did you ask what the result was?" He probably read it in the newspaper. information.
"I'm not asking him, I'm asking you."
"It's just tobacco, albeit from a shady source. Think of a man like Hobson. What serious things could he do?"
"Compared to being a sadist, he has a conscience."
"I'm not happy to tell you so many useless words, woman. The young apprentice didn't come this time, and your search warrant is of no use to the members of the tower."
"The reason why he didn't come has something to do with the church," Agatha said. "The church is investigating Gardner's business, but the reason why the Crusaders didn't take action immediately is that they discovered the involvement of tower members in the deal made by this profiteer."
Andrew's face suddenly turned pale.
"That's not mine..." His voice dropped several degrees, "Hobson put his things in my house. Gaia, I should have thrown them all out!" The time was right. At noon, many pedestrians stopped to watch the excitement in front of the villa. Andrew eventually gave in. He turned around angrily to get out of the way. "Spare me, you pestering black crows! I've given up. Isn't that enough? Let's come in and talk."
Agatha was the first to step into the house. "That's not a crow, just a blackbird." She didn't forget to correct her.
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"What do you want to do?" The maintenance master looked gloomy and served cold tea. Drinking water anyway. In preparation for the tirade that followed, Agatha brought the cup to her mouth without any hesitation.
"I hope there's no poison in it."
"Please get down to business, Mademoiselle Poirot." Andrew looked as if he regretted not spitting into the cup.
"Sovero. What do you know about this name?"
"Are you referring to the explanation in the third edition of the old magic text?" Andrew said reluctantly, "It symbolizes 'changes in consciousness'."
"So that's it, this is the origin of 'Sovero'." Consciousness is the soul, the change of fire, Sovero means 'igniting the fire'. "But I'm referring to the potion that is spread across the land." Agatha said, "Don't deny that you know the existence of this thing. I see that you are well aware of the information in the newspaper. Sovereaux Potion is a high-end medicine. The tower alchemist’s life-long masterpiece is just short of being printed in a textbook and will be immortalized forever.”
"It's poison," Andrew said sarcastically.
"So does smoke. But no matter whether it becomes a mysterious creature or not, people don't reject it. When you say you didn't know Hobson hid poison at home, there are as many lies in your words as there are pearls in milk tea."
"It's because you can't be trusted."
"Then the church is trustworthy? You must have understood the shortcomings of faith... The piety of the priest is determined by the goddess, and God's will is conveyed by the priest. The believers do not know."
Andrew Furner scratched his nails nervously at the sofa. "What did Hobson say?"
"Leave what he wants to say to Sauvillier. This guy is waiting to be sent to the trial stand and receive justice. Take care of yourself rather than worry about your accomplices speaking. Answer the question, sir, have you ever joined forces to sell demons? medicine?"
"There's no reason for me to do that."
"As long as the concentration of this thing is diluted and combined with tobacco leaves, it will make people addicted, and they will be addicted. Otherwise, the Huancheng Daily will not publish the news about the new tobacco leaves. If the smugglers lose their conscience, the profits they get from it will be the same as normal tobacco sales. Hundreds of times the income." Agatha pointed out, "Gold coins are engraved with the heads of saints, and in turn some people's heads are filled with gold. Such guys can't think about faith and dedication, they will take risks for any gain. .”
"These people don't include me."
"I hope what you said is true."
"It's just real."
If what he said was true, not only did Andrew have no connection with the church, he was not even aware of the connection between Hobson and Father Fielding. If I am right, not even Bertha knew much about it. "One more question, do you have children?"
"Why do you care?" The maintenance man's thoughts were interrupted. He paused and looked confused. "No...no sons. The woman gave me four daughters, all of whom are now married to San Carlos."
No son. "Have you seen this girl?" Agatha handed him the photo of the little vampire girl for identification.
"She's not human? A vampire... of course not. I hate dealing with non-humans."
"Then you must have a miserable life in Brumnot," Wittek interrupted. San Carlos is a Motog immigrant city, Brumnot is not. It is difficult to find humans here, and mysterious professions sometimes bring about changes in appearance.
Andrew ignored him. "What does this kid have to do with me?" the maintenance man asked the detective.
Agatha put the photo on the table with no intention of taking it back. "I'm just asking." She stood up, "Just asking."
