"What a disgusting taste." Agnes covered her nose and walked slowly down the stairs.

The strange smell she had felt when she walked into Newlyn Manor had made her uncomfortable had reappeared, and it was much stronger than what she had felt at Newlin Manor.

It's hard for Agnes to describe how she feels right now, she just feels like she's walking in the belly of a dead whale that's about to explode, and the discomfort in her heart seems to be more than psychological.

The door to the cargo compartment was hidden, and Agnes reached out and gently pushed the slightly heavy wooden door, and the wooden door opened with the "creaking" of the door shaft.

Agnes walked in slowly with a gun in her hand.

It was a messy room—shelves with signs of decay and wooden boxes opened or closed with a slight black mark of mold, and discarded debris on the floor was a mess that blocked the path of visitors.

It looks like the crew of the Silver Rose didn't really clean up after unloading - and of course they couldn't clean it up.

Agnes stopped at the door, taking in the movement of the entire warehouse.

Agnes' ears made out the sound of the waves, the squeezing of the planks of the ship as the waves undulated, the slight sound of the ropes being straightened, and the slight "pop" of what seemed to be washed away by the gas; The smell of rotting wood, the damp smell of seawater, and a smell of decay filled Agnes' nose, causing Agnes' attention to turn in one direction.

It was a tall wooden box, and Agnes walked slowly to that side.

She carefully turned the corner of the crate so that it no longer obscured her view.

What caught her eye was a field of bloody flesh and shredded fabric, which seemed to be torn by a powerful force from the bones in which they had been rooted, and discarded here at random, and in some places blackened blood oozed from where they touched the ground, and those blood stains even had a faint sense of flow.

The amount of rotten meat in this pile did not seem to be small, and they covered the entire ground behind the wooden box, almost the weight of a whole person.

Covered in blackened blood, the real flesh had a faint pale hue from a distance, perhaps because it had lost the source of nourishment on which it depended, and with a shriveled feeling that it was about to decay.

"It's been a few days...... "Agnes didn't look closer, but stopped where she was, feeling the decay of the loom of rot on the pile of meat, but there was still a faint sense of strange vitality remaining in the pile of rotten flesh, although this vitality continued to dissipate over time.

"The vitality of these rotten flesh is really strong, I don't know how many sequences I have to reach to achieve such a situation." Agnes couldn't help but compare.

There was a faint "pop" sound in her ears, and it sounded as if some viscous liquid was coming out of somewhere, and she also felt the smell that made her uncomfortable even stronger.

"What kind of crime scene is this......" Agnes sighed helplessly, as if she had eyes behind her, and slowly moved away from the pile of rotten meat, her eyes carefully observing the surrounding situation.

"Although the rags mixed with the rotten meat are soaked in blood, it can still be seen that the original quality is good, and if these rags are from the owner of the rotten meat, at least it means that this person is not a sailor or a pirate or anything like that."

"The wooden box next to it has heavy scratches, and there are some bone-white fragments remaining, if you contact Detective Poirot, these scratches are likely to be left by the broken walking corpse, then these rotten flesh ......"

Agnes subconsciously remembered Vicente's mention of the Broken Walking Dead.

"I remember Detective Poirot saying at the time, 'Her exposed palm was completely interwoven with white bone fragments, and even made a sound like breaking glass when she dragged her body around', and at that time the walking corpse should have almost all the bones left in its body, how did it feel that the flesh was coming from the body of the walking corpse......"

Agnes looked at the overlapping scratches on the crate, and subconsciously simulated the scene of a person struggling in her mind.

"If it really came from the broken walking corpse, then who stripped her flesh off?"

"Bonnard? Lord Osvaldo? Or maybe it's some of the crew of the Silver Rose? ”

Agnes had a lot of possible people in her mind, but her instincts told her that none of them seemed likely.

"There's no possibility that the broken walking corpse will do it on its own." Agnes felt that this was more likely.

"However, Vicente didn't mention the existence of these rotten meats, did he not see them at the time, or did he not think to mention them?" Agnes frowned.

"Also, it's been two days since the incident with the Silver Rose, and in addition to Vicente, at least the National Police Agency should have sent someone to investigate, didn't those people find this rotten meat?"

Agnes pondered for a moment, but with no useful results, she searched for other useful clues.

……

"Someone is following us." Joey paused, looked at Wentz, and said in the affirmative.

Wentz turned his head and asked, "Do you have a premonition of danger?" ”

Joey shook his head and said, "No." ”

He closed his eyes slightly, then turned to walk behind a few trees by the flower bed, and in a few minutes he came out with a young girl.

The girl's body was wrapped with some bandages, and the original proper dress on her body looked a little embarrassed, looking like the outfit was someone who had come to the ball yesterday.

"What is the matter with you, young lady?" Wentz sighed and asked.

The girl's face was a little worried, and she looked a little embarrassed when she heard Wentz's question, and she hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you sent by the National Police Agency to investigate last night's bombing?" ”

Wentz nodded and said, "Yes, let's investigate the clues related to the Newlin Manor bombing." ”

"Why are you here? This young lady? Wentz stared at the girl and asked in a low voice, "If I'm not mistaken, this place has been locked down since yesterday, and the people who attended the ball yesterday have been evacuated. ”

"It's really suspicious that you're here, miss, and I think you should explain why you're here first." Aiden, who was next to him, also said in a deep voice.

"I ...... I ......" The girl looked a little flustered and stumbled a little and said, "I didn't ...... I mean, I'm here to find a friend of mine...... I'm not a suspicious person......"

Seeing that the faces of Wensi and the others did not fluctuate, the girl finally said a little dejectedly: "Okay, I slipped in." ”