As for the title of the tower messenger, he hopes that he can choose it based on his personal aesthetics in the future. Mr. Oswide did not teach me how to make prophecies. "We can go out," Uriel said.
He lifted the stone slab and did not avoid the falling soil, so that his hair was covered with a layer of dust. His pace didn't stop, and he got out of the secret room as if running away. The canon was held in the apprentice's arms, almost leaving fingerprints on the hard cover. When all the dirt fell, the messenger flew out of the gap, moving as swiftly and silently as a cat.
What you see before you is the cemetery that has been sorted and restored. Most of the stone tablets are in the shape of flat squares, with more or less epitaphs engraved on them. The dents flooded with shadows in the midday glow. A solemn and heavy atmosphere regenerates among the stone gaps, and the silver lilies quietly reveal their fragrance. The aroma stung him, and Uriel turned away. I don't want to see this again.
"You'd better go and say goodbye," the messenger said.
"Mr. Eze? His address is a bit far away." He also felt that he needed to inform him, "When will we come back?"
"Originally we only needed to find one person, which would take about two days, but now it's not necessarily the case."
My fault. "I'm a little behind on time. The Sheriff's Department's case is in a mess, and I have to give an answer to Mr. Oswald... I think I might delay it until the evening." The apprentice pointed out.
The messenger activated the ring in displeasure. "I'll go find Agatha Poirot. You deal with the others."
…
"When did this vampire girl disappear?" the detective asked.
"About two days ago."
"Because of what? Running away from home? Being kidnapped?"
"Maybe he was silenced because he witnessed some criminal transactions." The messenger said unhappily, "I went to the dead end alley and found a lot of potions."
If he continues to act aggressively, the commander would probably turn his back on him. Agatha Poirot heard his warning. "It's really troublesome for you to go there yourself. The girl is dead and is at the house of the merchant who sells Sovero tobacco. Now the missing person is someone else."
"Gardner Reynolds?"
The detective didn't even look back. "You know, Lord Commander." He must have gone to the vampire's home first. It is unlikely that the patrol knights guarding over there would have the guts to remain silent in front of the White Envoy.
"Gardner is alive," the messenger said. "His contract is still in effect." It seems that he has even investigated the affairs department. For the leader who owns the Star Gap, distance has never been a problem...unless he is willing to delay. "What happened to the girl?"
"She is just a lucky person." Agatha thought about her words, "With your apprentice first, I guess she is also a survivor of the original potion experiment."
"Original state?"
"Sovero's medicine has been transformed through many experiments, and the effect is very different. It's like cultivating the nutritional content of tobacco, probably nutrition... In any case, tobacco leaves themselves are not addictive to anything. , they grow and mature rapidly, giving full play to the mysterious activity in the potion. Oh, of course magic plants also have souls." The detective explained to him. Agatha knew very well that the messenger's basic knowledge of occult science had failed at all.
"As for the original potion... when the disaster broke out, it was not in short supply in Yotsuye City. If some people wanted to get it, they only needed to wear a mask. However, after the new version entered the market, the original potion Sovero’s value is nothing but commemoration.”
"I don't care how many versions it has. I want it gone in Brumnot."
This tone is very similar to the "Storm Songer" of the Secretariat, and the detective suspects that he is just paraphrasing. It seems that the commander's request to the Affairs Department to pay attention to tobacco smuggling was not without cost, but the price was not paid by him personally.
They entered the room where Uriel had stayed, which was the limit that non-regular patrol officers could reach. Minerva, who was throwing herself around, had no patience to wait for her to come back, and Agatha felt relieved.
"I can start from the beginning." The detective lady glanced at the gambler who was tied to the chair through the glass. The patrolmen did not torture him, but cuffing him without moving was enough to torture him. Maybe he wants a dice or a pipe, Agatha thought playfully, the guy's confining magic flickering like a malfunctioning light bulb. "But some parts are just my inferences and cannot be guaranteed to be correct."
The messenger sat on the only stool and motioned for her to start.
How rude. Agatha shrugged, realizing she was in no position to care. "The well-founded beginning started with a wedding three days ago. The venue was the Hardy Manor on the outskirts of the Seventh Ring Road. It was midnight. Two people planned a murder - using sedatives to disarm the guests and create more to conceal the real target. There is no doubt that this trick does not stand up to scrutiny... but the people who exposed it also used it. The dead found that night were Father Fielding, Mr. and Mrs. Robert, the cupbearer, And Bowman, a member of the Whistle Gang, hanging in the church.”
"The cases of four of these five people can be declared over."
She subconsciously gave it up, but the question that didn't come in time woke her up. Agatha coughed and quickly continued: "The killer of the church infiltrated the banquet and killed a servant. He pretended to be a waiter and slit the priest's throat, and then Hobson killed the innocent couple."
The messenger seemed not surprised by the inference that he was a "killer of the church." The detective didn't know how much, maybe all, Uriel had told him.
"Hobson killed Mr. and Mrs. Robert." He tried to find the 'uncertain' element she had stated in advance. "That's your guess."
"Actually, that's what one of the people involved in the murder told me. Maybe you've seen him. Is this guy still alive?"
The young man nodded and immediately motioned for her to continue.
"Only Bowman's case remains a mystery. I have no material evidence to prove that the murderer committed the crime, and I cannot rely on any means to force the suspect to reveal the truth. Neither the church nor the astrologer can help."
"Bowman was hung in the church that night without a drop of blood. This seemed to be another poor disguise to get us to target the vampire. But his purpose was actually to expose Gardner Reynolds to the police Under the eyes of the bureau, he could be exposed for his crime of smuggling Sovero tobacco.”
The messenger interrupted her. "Where did the potion come from?"
"We checked his channels and found that the source of the tobacco was San Carlos. However, the clues ended here. The security in the City of Fog is quite chaotic, and places similar to dead end alleys abound there. My intelligence sources are not up to the mark. The level of the trap - you know, most of them are immigrants who were transported by ground 40 years ago."
San Carlos's problems go beyond security and air quality. The dual nature of mystics and immigrants makes it particularly difficult for locals to manage. Agatha was glad that she was not assigned to San Carlos, otherwise she would have to worry not about the case detection rate but her own personal safety. It's ridiculous to ask me to solve the problem, she thought!
"Immigration from San Carlos," the White Emissary repeated. The detective thought she had to explain again, but he didn't expect that the young man didn't know anything about it. "Are they descendants of Motog?"
"In other words, a descendant of the nobles of Baixia City." It seems that he is quite competent as the Minister of Foreign Affairs. "San Carlos is also within the range of the Star Gap," she reminded. This shows that the source of potions is extremely wide, and clues are of little value.
"I will start to understand from the vampire family." The young man said sarcastically.
Bloodlines. Could it be that Sovero Tobacco is their fault? "But Bowman's death actually had nothing to do with Gardner."
"Hobson's associates identified gambler."
"It doesn't have to be that bastard."
The messenger gave her a surprised look. The detective was quite satisfied with his look.
She cleared her throat. "Let's put it this way, Bowman's body was found that night, but he did not die at night - this is the unfounded beginning. I searched his home and the streets he frequented, and only Gardner's shop was I greeted him. The actions of the Whistle Gang couldn't be hidden from my eyes. Bowman and Hobson's debt collection continued for a long time. The gang got the news about Bowman only after we found the body-a whole week passed. It was Hobson's time in hiding."
If Uriel were present, he would follow her line of thinking and ask: "You mean, Bowman was killed by Hobson seven days ago?" Agatha would definitely be happy to answer with her usual soft tone and smile. But if it were Bai Zhizhi, she would have no choice but to entertain herself at this moment. "In any case, Bowman's contact with his 'work unit' should not be affected. It can be seen that he had an accident on the day he lost news... and the gambler used the cover of debt collection and debt avoidance to deceive Gunther and Most people's eyes. He's good at it." Wedding murders, corpse exsanguination, plus seven days hiding from debts, this gambler has an unexpected talent for hiding people.
The young man was thoughtful. But the difference between him coming to a conclusion was not just a short period of thinking time. But for Andrew's attitude and Bertha's last words, I would have been kept in the dark.
"Bowman died seven days ago, and Andrew Furner admitted his involvement in Hobson's tobacco business. Of course, the gambler's alleged business was still in its infancy, and he might have just wanted to blackmail Gardner Reynolds, well Get enough money for him to splurge at the casino.”
"Andrew Furner has been paying his bills." Agatha could finally see the sign that the messenger recognized her conjecture. "Now we can finally get rid of this burden. Did he kill the debtor?"
"I hope so."
"I hope you can speak quickly." Bai Zhishi warned.
"Andrew Verner's attitude is very strange. I want to try using the mantra potion. If you can agree, Lord Commander, there will be no need for such trouble."
"Andrew Furner belongs to the Foreign Office?"
"No, sir, he should be a member of the Equipment Department of the Logistics Department. He is a maintenance engineer."
"You should go find Irony or Dean Rubin," he replied bluntly.
"But you are in a hurry now." The detective said with a smile, "And I will promise not to abuse my power." She took the sky coat of arms with satisfaction, without any guilt of taking advantage of her new neighbor.
Without Uriel's relationship, she would never have been able to take advantage of the White Envoy. I know exactly what he is like, Agatha thought. Victory is sweeter precisely because I know.
