On the face of it, there was nothing wrong with the reason that Millo was looking for, and there were indeed people wandering around his door, so it looked like a frightened child had borrowed the house of a kind restaurateur.

Of course, it seems that Mrs. Wellington is a real hard worker, and she has already started preparing breakfast so early.

Agnes reached out her hand under the nun's robe and carefully pushed open the door to the restaurant.

"It's too early, we're still ......," said Mrs. Wellington, when she heard the door being pushed open, turned her head to the door, but paused when she saw Angnes.

Agnes paused for a moment, then nodded at Mrs. Wellington with a slight smile, then turned to Captain Wats, who stood up immediately when she saw her, made a prayer gesture on her chest, and said with a smile, "Thank you Mother Goddess for allowing us to meet us, it looks like you have something to ask me, Mr. Wesley." ”

"Praise the Mother Goddess." Captain Wentz looked slightly relieved and made the same prayer gesture, "I'm sorry I need to interrupt your breakfast, Sister Pagany, but I do have something urgent to ask you for." ”

"Then let's go to church, Mr. Wesley." Agnes smiled and nodded, and turned straight out of Mrs. Wellington's restaurant. Captain Watz smiled apologetically at Mrs. Wellington, and turned to follow.

"This nun doesn't look much older than Jenny."

Mrs. Wellington paused for a moment in the direction in which they had left, and whispered to her husband.

"Who can tell the nobles about it." Mr. Wellington shrugged his shoulders and turned and walked back.

Milo turned her head to look at Agnes' back thoughtfully.

......

"We encountered some problems during the investigation, and we wanted to ask you about the situation at that time." Wentz shrugged his shoulders and said with some apologies.

"I understand, I just happened to investigate something yesterday and want to tell you." Agnes smiled and nodded, whispering.

As the two walked into the church, Agnes paused for a moment on the priests, nuns, and faithful who were praying in the morning, and her steps slowed involuntarily.

"You ......"

Agnes smiled and said to Captain Wats, who was a little helpless, "Let's go, Captain Wats, I think this matter we are investigating is a little more urgent." ”

She made a prayer gesture to the Emblem of Life at the top of the staircase, whispered something, and then quickened her pace and followed Captain Wentz upstairs.

"Last night while we were investigating Newlyn Manor, we met a girl named Suzanne Gregory who had sneaked in, looking for her aunt." Walking into the office, Captain Wentz casually closed the door and immediately spoke.

"Is there something wrong with her or her aunt?" Agnes asked, putting down the suitcase in her hand.

"Not sure, she's a little weird," Captain Wass shook his head and said, "Because Suzanne was injured in the bombing before, we took the opportunity to ask the priest to treat her, and we also examined her for contamination, and we haven't got the results yet." ”

"So, you want to ask me if I saw her aunt the night before?" Agnes nodded and asked, "What does her aunt look like?" ”

Captain Wentz nodded and said, "According to this Miss Gregory, her aunt is addicted to gambling and often stays at Newlin Manor and does not return, and is said to have owed a lot of money......"

Addicted to gambling? Owed money? Agnes subconsciously remembered the woman she had seen when she first walked into Newlyn Manor, and she said, "I have seen a woman who fits this description......

Wence instantly stopped describing his words and looked at Agnes seriously, and Angnes carefully recounted the position of the woman she saw at that time and the image of the other party.

"It looks like it's probably this lady." Wentz said thoughtfully.

Agnes didn't say anything, just nodded.

"You said earlier that you also have something you want to tell us." Wentz asked, looking up again.

Agnes nodded, took out the journal she had found on the Silver Rose from her suitcase, and carefully handed it to Captain Wentz.

"I think it's worth reading the contents of this diary, and it should be fine from July of this year."

......

She stumbled out of the alley a little.

The pure black skirt swayed close to the ground, and the traces of dust on the corners of the skirt looked very obvious.

The brim of her hat hid her pale face, and a strange and damp aura faintly emanated from her body, and occasionally passers-by glanced at her curiously, but could not see her appearance clearly, only felt a kind of gloom and coldness on her face.

The woman looked up at the faint morning light shining on her body a little dazedly, Bodivia in winter was not warm, but it could never be said to be cold, and the temperature difference between day and night was not very large, but she only felt that she was cold all over—like a dead man.

No, to be precise, she is a "dead person", she still remembers how she died, but she doesn't know why she is still "alive", she can only feel that something that belongs to her is coming to this place.

So she, the "dead man", crossed the furious sea and came to this place that she had never thought to see when she was alive.

Nothing in this place belonged to her, not even her flesh and skin—she had betrayed her own flesh before landing on the continent, carrying only a pale skeleton.

But when she went out into the sun, she regretted it, and she only thought that she was ugly with only a pale skeleton left—so she found a body of flesh that was still pleasing to the eye, and draped it over herself as she had put on clothes when she was alive.

Then, with this body of flesh and skin, she followed her feelings to find the thing that belonged to her that had always attracted her.

And rightfully so, she didn't find it.

She finally couldn't help it, killed the guy who upset her, and then destroyed her traces with the bomb she found there - it's simple, the knowledge originally existed in her memory.

She didn't know why she was still upset, maybe it was because she accidentally injured the flesh and skin when she was killing, so that she had to wear gloves to hide her exposed hands?

But nothing, the flesh was rotting all the time, just like the flesh that belonged to her before - she would abandon it one day.

The woman's eyes looked at the manor, which had already taken on a slight smell of fireworks, and she could feel that what belonged to her was there.

She should-

Go there.