"All dead this morning! How did he die? Agnes asked, turning her head and staring at Ms. Jones.

"Henry Schelling killed himself." Ms. Jones sighed and went on to explain: "He turned himself in after killing his wife and daughter. ”

"He was covered in blood, but he looked calm." Ms. Jones couldn't help but shake her head when she thought of the scene.

"Who would have thought he would ......," Ms. Jones sighed instead of going on.

"So that's why you said he's crazy." Agnes looked at the empty cubicle across from her and whispered.

"Why would he do that?" Agnes asked.

"He said that it was because when he saw the news in the newspaper that the countess had died and the earl and the earl's eldest son were seriously injured, he knew that he and his family could not escape the pursuit and revenge of the church and the royal family, so it was better to let them out first." Ms. Jones said.

"The first two times I saw him, he wasn't like that." Agnes' eyes were a little dazed, and she didn't know where she was looking.

Ms. Jones sighed deeply, stared at Agnes and said, "His question will naturally be verified by experts in the church, and I am only here for routine interrogation this time. ”

"I guess now we need to talk about your problem." Ms. Jones said.

"I'm worried about your mental state." Ms. Jones said, staring into Agnes' eyes.

Agnes subconsciously avoided Ms. Jones's eyes, looked at her feet, and did not speak.

Ms. Jones sighed.

"Forget it, you're at least better now than you were last year." Ms. Jones looked at Agnes and sighed again.

"When I met you in the church lounge last year, your calm reaction even made me subconsciously wonder if you were Mariana's daughter."

"And now?" Agnes looked up and asked in a somewhat erratic voice.

"I can tell you're feeling bad inside." Ms. Jones shook her head helplessly.

"Last year I was worried that you were too calm, and I hope you can be more emotional; And now I'm worried that you're too emotional, and I think there's nothing wrong with being rational. Miss Jones stood up and took Agnes into her arms.

"You've always called me 'Ms. Jones' with respect, but I've always preferred you to call me 'Aunt Jones' or 'Aunt Olivia.'"

"Mariana and I were born in a monastery, which at that time had many children. The two of us have had a good relationship since childhood, Mariana is the most well-behaved and gentle one, and I am more noisy and sometimes fight with others. Every time I was caught by His Excellency Rossi, oh, at that time, His Excellency Rossi was our dean, and Mariana obediently told His Excellency Rossi that someone else did it first, who would have thought that Mariana, who looked so well-behaved, would deceive people, obviously sometimes it was actually me who caused it. Ms. Jones's voice sounded emotional.

"Actually, Mariana has always been much smarter than me, but she is also more interested in a stable life." Ms. Jones sighed and said.

"It's just that things in the extraordinary world are so unreasonable......"

Agnes didn't speak, just listened silently, and didn't speak.

Ms. Jones sighed again and whispered, "Call me 'Aunt Jones' or 'Aunt Olivia', and I'm afraid it will be even more difficult for me to hear from your mouth when you become a nun." ”

Agnes nodded slightly, looked up into Ms. Jones's eyes for a long time, and then whispered:

"Aunt Olivia."

"Hmm."

Ms. Jones hugged Agnes tightly, buried her head in her arms, and tears welled up in her eyes.

......

Agnes reached out and pushed the door open, looking at the man standing in the room.

"Father." Agnes looked at her father and spoke softly.

"Agnes." Father hesitated.

He didn't wait for Agnes to respond, and asked directly, with some urgency, "I heard that you went with Olivia to interrogate the craftsman who turned himself in?" ”

Agnes withdrew her gaze and nodded, "Yes." ”

"You want to track down this assassination?" Father took a deep breath and asked.

"Yes." Agnes nodded.

"I won't!" Father said with some excitement, and the cane slammed heavily on the ground.

Agnes looked at her father calmly and asked, "Why?" ”

"I ......" Father's words froze, and subconsciously avoided Agnes's gaze, opening his mouth but not speaking.

"It seems that my father has some speculation about the mastermind of this assassination. No, maybe you even know who the dominant person is. Agnes stared into her father's eyes and spoke.

"I ......" my father gripped the cane firmly in his left hand, but said nothing.

"Father, you can't say?" Agnes asked again.

"Ahh

"I do." My father looked out the window at the autumn sunlight that looked a little faint, and his gaze looked a little complicated.

"But I really can't tell you."

"Why?" Agnes asked.

"Because of the identity of the leader? Or is it because of the reason behind this assassination? ”

"I can't say." Father lowered his eyes and whispered.

"And father, who are you going to tell?" Agnes asked, as she walked up to her father, stared into his eyes.

"I can't say," said the father, avoiding Agnes' gaze, "at least not yet." ”

"And this assassination, the church can check it, but you can't."

"I'm also a member of Natureheart, and I'll soon be a nun in the Church." Agnes said, staring at her father.

The father looked at Agnes, who saw a little prayer in it.

"Well," Agnes was silent for a long time before she spoke, "I promise you." ”

"The church has decided that after attending my mother's funeral this weekend, I will make a vow to become a nun on the next day that belongs to Mother Goddess."

"Next Monday?" The father nodded, clenched the cane in his hand, and said, "I know, I will participate in the ceremony." ”

Father turned to leave the room, and Agnes turned her head to look out the window.

The autumn afternoon sun looks a little light, and the sky looks very blue.