"Miss Poyethea."

Without a response from Agnes, Vicente pushed open the closed door with a gun in hand. Agnes couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when she saw Agnes staring at the door, but she looked relieved and put down the hand she was holding the pistol.

"You've been following me?" Agnes asked, hooking the corners of her mouth.

Vicente hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his gaze drawn to Lenn, who was lying weakly on the wooden platform.

"He's ......," Vicente asked, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Agnes glanced at Lunn and said casually, "Lunn Lambo, Bernie Ster's henchman, a pervert accused of orchestrating more than fifty murders. ”

Vicente frowned, scrutinizing Lunn Lambo, as if to determine the authenticity of Agnes' account of his identity.

"Don't look at him," Agnes said casually, turning to Snow's body, "Come and see this man, I think he should be more important to you." ”

Vicente withdrew his gaze and followed Agnes towards the cell.

He paused beside Snow's corpse, put on gloves and examined the other party's vital signs, frowned, sniffed the other person's mouth, and checked the pinhole in his arm.

"The cause of death is familiar, isn't it?" Agnes asked meaninglessly.

"He must have just died." Vicente's voice was a little low, he looked up at Agnes and asked, "He should have been alive when you came." ”

Vicente asked in the affirmative.

"yes," Agnes raised an eyebrow, leaning against the iron railing to the side, and said, "He died for about a minute?" Or two minutes? Just before I hear your footsteps. ”

"You were interrogating Lunn Lambo at that time?" Vicente stood up, took off his gloves and asked seemingly unrelated questions.

"Yes," Agnes also straightened up, and whispered, "After all, it is easier for me to interrogate people than to save them. ”

Vicente was silent for a while, then asked with a serious expression, "Did you get any useful information?" ”

"I did get some interesting information." Agnes said with a smirk.

"Have you ever heard of the name 'Mr. Hayden'?"

......

A man who looked to be in his mid-thirties, dressed in a probationary inspector's uniform, pushed open the door and walked into the room with a pile of files, choking on the smoke in the room.

He glanced at the man with his pipe in his mouth, leaning back in his chair and staring at the texture of the tabletop, as if thinking about something, threw the file in his hand down to the sofa across from the desk, and reached out to push open the window on one side.

"Captain, the information from the Police Department about the Newlin Manor bombing and the death of the crew of the Silver Rose has been brought in, and the handover of both cases has been completed."

"Thank you."

Wentz nodded, tossed his pipe aside, and stood up, putting the file back on the couch and placing it back on the table, as if verifying something, rummaging through it purposefully.

For a moment, all that remained in the room was the sound of papers being turned.

Seeing that Wentz began to check the file, the man turned and walked softly out the door.

"Wait, Aiden." Wentz didn't look up, but said aloud.

"Anything else? Captain. ”

Aiden turned and looked at Watz suspiciously, waiting for Watz to speak.

Watz held a few files that had just been pulled out of the pile of files, handed them to Aiden and said, "These are the autopsy results of the dead crew of the Silver Rose, you can see if you can find anything, after all, you have to be more professional in matters related to death." ”

Aiden nodded and took the file, he read it carefully for a long time, and his brow gradually furrowed.

"How? Do you see anything? Wentz asked.

"I feel like I need to go see their bodies." Aiden looked up at Wentz and said.

"Okay," Wentz stood up and said, "Let's go, we'll go now." ”

......

"So you mean, you're tracking down what Bonnard shipped from the Silver Rose?" Vicente asked, looking at Lunn.

Agnes listened to the conversation between the two with a calm face, and did not speak, after she brought up the topic before, she asked Vicente to ask Lunn directly, after all, she didn't really interrogate Lunne, and she didn't get clues from Lunn for many things.

She frowned slightly, looking at the ceiling of the interrogation room, where she could hear the sound of a dozen people running upstairs.

Did the guards finally find out that they had come to the interrogation room? Agnes couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, to be honest, it took so long for these people to finally find her whereabouts, but it really surprised her.

She could sense that Bernie Sturt was still in the office on the third floor, and seemed to be angry, and he should be the captain of the guards who was reprimanding him according to his identity, and did not take the initiative to intervene in her search and dig a hole for his own guards.

Sure enough, are the guards of the Brotherhood of Sturt too much to eat? Obviously, those people who he had knocked down were thrown directly to the ground without covering them up at all.

"Yes, we've been tracking it down for a long time before we learned that it was sent from the Silver Rose, and that Bonnard guy is cunning and uses a lot of different ships to carry the goods." Lunne's voice sounded weak, and Agnes couldn't help but frown.

"Did you do the explosion at Newlin Manor last night?" Vicente then asked.

"It's not." Lunn gave a negative answer, saying, "The explosion was supposed to be directed and staged by Bonnard in order to get out." ”

"Really?" Vicente whispered, with some suspicion, "But the three people who died in the explosion, even though their bodies were severely burned, the Police Department can still identify Bonnard, his assistant, and the housekeeper of Newlin Manor." ”

"Bonnard is dead? Hahaha......" Lunn gasped and laughed, and said in a sarcastic tone: "How can he be willing to die, even if he dies, he can't die because of an explosion, and he can't be seriously burned because of an explosion." ”

Agnes narrowed her eyes slightly, interrupting Vicente's question.

"Detective Poirot, I think we need to continue interrogating him in a different place." Agnes said with a slight smile, "I think the guards of the Brotherhood of Ster will find this place soon." ”

Vicente closed her mouth, and Agnes reached out to pick up Lunn, who was still in a weak state, and opened the closed wooden door on the other side and walked in, Vicente glanced at Snow's corpse and raised his heel.