"Try?" Marcos hesitated and said, "You'll have to give me some time to think about it." ”

Vincent wanted to give Marcos time to think about it, and wanted Marcos to promise him at once, he hadn't been to Father Cavendish for a long time.

"What else are you thinking?" Vincent said, "Some people would be eager to join in this kind of thing." ”

"However, among the people I have come into contact with, you are the one I admire the most." Vincent continued.

Marcos looked up at Vinson and said, "Really? ”

"Of course." Vincent was absolutely sure.

"For example?" Marcos wanted something nice.

"Hmm... Like your bravery, like your craft. Vincent thought for a moment and said.

"That's it?" Marcos said: "What about quality? What about personality? ”

Marcos' words surprised Vincent, who he did not expect Marcos to say that.

"I've had relatively short contact with you, I only know your temper, and nothing else needs to be discovered." Vinson has to tell the truth, and he needs to earn Marcos' trust in him.

"Good." Marcos became a little happy, and threw away all his previous melancholy and cold state: "You are telling the truth. ”

Vincent's mind counted the time, he had been here for a long time: "When you officially join us, I will flatter you as soon as possible, and then I am afraid that you will not be able to take it." ”

"Mr. Detective, please rest assured, I will be able to catch it, but before that, it was all unpleasant words that poured into my ears." "I was used to it at the time, but since I came to work at the hotel, I never seemed to hear anyone compliment me, except for the constant buzzing of the boss in my ears like a mosquito every day," Marcos said. ”

"I can understand you, Marcos." Vincent felt that Marcos's experience was a little difficult, as if he was a stray dog on the side of the road, allowing passers-by to beat and scold, or even drive away, as he could imagine.

"Thank you, Mr. Detective." Marcos asked, "Can you tell you your name?" ”

"Of course." Vincent said, "Vincent Junior. ”

"Vincent, I can promise you." Marcos extended a hand of friendship and said, "Marcos Borg." ”

Vincent happily stretched out his hand, shook it and said, "You are not like an iceberg as Miss Ruili said. ”

Marcos knew who Vincent's Miss Reelly was, but he needed to make sure.

"Is that the beautiful woman you just had?" Marcos asked.

"Yes, she's my captain, Marcos." Vincent said, "She's a little bit of a temper with you. ”

Marcos nodded and said, "Indeed, it can be seen that her temper is extremely hot. ”

"If I had to face her, no, it was the captain, and in the face of the captain, I would have chosen to remain silent." Marcos likened it: "It's like an iceberg." ”

Vincent's hand was still clasped at Marcos's hand, and he said, "Yes, maybe only you can lower Miss Ryley's burning rage." ”

"Marcos, you really haven't killed anyone?" Vincent squeezed Marcos' hand tightly and watched in Marcos' eyes.

However, Marcos's eyes did not show any evasion, and he stared at Vinson's eyes with a determined gaze and said, "Never." ”

"Can you let go of my hand? Vincent. Marcos was hurt by Vincent, and he vaguely felt the strength of Vincent's hand, which was by no means unusual.

"I'm sorry, I hope you understand." This is Vincent's last confirmation.

Vincent didn't want the person he was trying to win over might one day become an executioner.

"Vinson, I can assure you that the murder has nothing to do with me." Marcos only felt very innocent.

"I believe in you."