Teams of knights patrol with spears, steel clanging and the sun shone on the armor. The tight line of defense was pulled up in front of the church, as if there were peeping eyes behind every window on the cross building. Fortunately, there were no pedestrians passing by here, otherwise tomorrow's daily newspaper would have new materials worthy of reporters' shaking the quill's bald wooden pole.

If we move a step further, we will be stopped inside and become crabs in the jar. Agatha looked at the figures gradually becoming smaller behind her, and couldn't help but be glad that she had arranged the evacuation passage in advance. After being separated from Uriel, she asked Wittke to stop a carriage and told the driver that time was at a fixed point to pick them up. The alley was so empty that it could not hide people, but at least it was enough to pass through the wheel axle. When the horse entered the street, no one could find their traces.

However, an accident occurred in the plan, and only two people got in the car and left. Wittke looked dazed and said nothing from beginning to end. No matter how Agatha touched the secret between him and Gunther, the guy looked half-dead and gloomy, as if his old wounds had relapsed. Ulier said that he had lost Gunther's trace, she had long determined that this guy who was too involved in the murder was not trustworthy at all, but her subordinates became friends with Gunther in just a few days.

At this point, blame Wittke for not helping the progress of the case. Agatha felt the bumps of the wheels, thinking about Hobson, a gambler who surrendered in the Security Bureau. Ulier told her that the killer had nothing to do with the church, and Gardner, the vampire who ruled out the suspicion, was mentioned again. Sovero, I have seen an introduction to this thing in the newspaper, but Bloomnott is not a small place like Four Leaf City. Is there really a mysterious creature who is fooled with his eyes closed when buying things.

If Gardner lied to me, Hobson would have had a private contact with him. The Detective Miss thought to herself. She muttered the names of Bowman, Hobson and Gardner, trying to find the thread that strung them together. Originally, the deceased Bowman seemed to be the key to connecting the other two people, but once Hobson and Gardner were directly connected, many things were explained. The gambler also smoked and was still addicted. Why could they not know in advance and then join forces to set a trap for Bowman? If this is true, Hobson must have a ulterior motive and put Bauman's blood on his mind to blame the vampire businessman. But this speculation really lacks evidence, and she can't figure out what a lower-level gang member deserves to offend the Gaia Church.

There is also the church, since they are open-minded, or the decline is given to Hobson, the motive for the criminals to kill Father Fielding must be reconsidered.

Suddenly, she felt a tiny flash of light leaping into her mind.

Since the church and Hobson were not a relationship of pursuit and escape, it meant that she had to change her mind and explore the intersection between the two. Hobson and the church had very little overlap. One was that his sister, Ms. Bertha, believed in Gaia, and the other was that at the wedding at night in the manor, this guy planned to take Father Fielding's life for a little bit of a matter. Finally, he had privately tied the line with the church, but whether this might be proved by luck.

If she chooses one of three, she will have more than half of the chances of mistakes. The Detective Queen will not have such mistakes. Agatha used her brain to screen for known information back and forth. Bowman was hanging in the church. I originally thought it was Hobson's revenge for the church's pursuit, but he has no reason to do so now; Father Fielding was assassinated and used Gunther and Hobson's plan. In Bloomnott, there are no other astrologers who can do this, but they will never leave such obvious traces.

Then Bertha Ferner was the only answer. Agatha thought of Mrs. Ferner's pale face, desperate eyes, and the attitude of her husband Andrew before her death. She felt very sad for the other party. Hobson established a connection with the church through Bertha. Could it be that he blamed Bertha for his experience on the church? Poor Bertha, her brother, did not love her, and would not do anything for her at all. Perhaps Hobson heard about the church from Bertha and wanted to get rid of Father Fielding without restraint.

Such far-fetched logic would appear in my mind, and Agatha couldn't help but smile. "After all," she said to herself, "Maybe he is just for blackmailing, whether it is Bowman or Bertha. The gambler only needs money."

The root of the problem lies in Gardner Reynolds. As long as he asks the truth in his mouth, the problem will be solved. She has a premonition that there is only one space left in the puzzle. She seems to have known the purpose of the vampire, but the answer to the murder case is still confusing.

"There are indeed gains in the church." The detective said with satisfaction, not caring about their own "paying". In her opinion, as long as Gunther and Ulier did not die in the church due to the attack, they would probably be safer than them now. There is no need to mention the former's ability, and Ulier directly attracted the White Envoy. However, using the magic on the ring is a clever way to successfully throw the angry believers to the tower. The killer's employer thought of me.

If Dean Rubin could hear the news, he would have seized the opportunity to add fuel to the fire. She suspected that the Envoy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had already taken action. But he had no reason to kill Father Fielding or said that Ulier and the others had only Dean's subordinates thought so, and in fact, the suspicion of the church might not be cleared.

Agatha felt her heart beating. "Distance to Pepper Street, sir." Pepper Street is the address of the vampire Gardner. "Please hurry up, the police officer of the Public Security Bureau." She added.

Wittke spoke in confusion: "Don't we go back to the headquarters?"

"Go to find Gardner Reynolds, this bastard didn't tell the truth." Agatha couldn't help but clench his fists, afraid that he would not be able to catch up. "The church blockade is so loud that it is hard to guarantee that the profiteer will not hear the news. Once this guy slips away, our clues will be cut off again."

"He signed the contract and couldn't go anywhere." Wittke reminded her that the contract between the vampire and the Department of Affairs, who lives in Bloomnot, included the entry and exit registration. Now, unless Gardner stepped into the empty realm and grew wings, he could fly out of the floating cloud capital.

The detective said nothing. She thought about it in her mind that if Dean Rubin was the one who attacked Uriel in the church, then what was the danger that Hobson would avoid.

"Prepare the weapons, Shazzo." She couldn't help but order. She hoped that Wittke would be more competent at this time. Although Agatha did not trust this subordinate who was close to Father Fielding, no one was available at this moment. There was a big trouble waiting for her in the security bureau. The detective knew the difficulty of Minerva. If I returned to the police station, I would never come up with it again.

"Miss Poirot, do you think he will resist." Wittke was very surprised.

"I can't say it's right. What I'm worried about is that someone is less happy than Gardner himself."

As soon as she finished speaking, the carriage was bumping violently. "Miss." The coachman shouted, "There are too many people in front of us, we have to take a detour."

The gods are above. "What's wrong?"

"Your colleagues blocked the road." Agatha poked her head out of the car window, and the coachman pointed at the head in front of her, which was blocked on the street with a whip. These civilians watching the fun did not hinder. What really worked was a diamond-shaped translucent barrier with a light blue halo flashing over the sky. "If you can give me the token that passes the blockade, that would be great."

"What do they do when they block the road?" The detective found it strange.

"It seems that human life is out. Anyway, a guy who looks like a human has died. And it's not long since he died, and the Knights want to block the road and investigate the murderer."

Agatha's heart sank. "Let's go." She threw out her patrol badge. The black bird vibrated its wings and flew towards the crystal barrier in the air, and its figure penetrated lightly. The smooth crystal wall as smooth as glass immediately pulled a big hole upright, and the two horses neighed, spreading their wings and leading the carriage into the blockade area.

The black bird flew back to the window and fell into Agatha's palm. She pinned it to her chest to deal with the sheriff who was coming. "Who is the dead?" she asked with last hope.

"It's a vampire, sir." The sheriff was very polite, but she was doing things neatly. "The inspector thought that the heart stopped beating for less than half an hour and the body was on the floor. We were checking the surrounding residents according to clues."

Agatha was disappointed. "Hehe is the suspect in the church case, and someone should be surveillance day and night."

"He is sorry, sir, the deceased we found is a woman. Or, a little girl."

The girl and the detective were in a mood like the carriage that had been vacated before. "A vampire girl" she repeatedly confirmed. "What the hell is going on and tell me everything."

There was not much progress yet. Even if the sheriff knew everything in front of Agathapollo, she could not let her know more about the dead. The child died on the floor of Gardner Reynolds, and the cause of death was a long wound on his neck, which cut his artery. The owner of the house Gardner was missing. The patrol knights asked around with swords and short sticks, but no one even knew the identity of the girl. The sheriff guessed that she was a thief wandering on the street or a prostitute who begged part-time.

Another case-related deceased. She looked at the girl's young body in the room. The girl was about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a tattered gray lace-edged robe skirt. The pair of bright red pupils belonging to the inhuman race were dull and pale but clean. This obviously would not be a kidnapped wanderer, but this means that Bloomnot still has an unregistered blood clan.

"She is mostly a mixed-race child, and one of her parents belongs to the blood clan." Wittke analyzed. "Regular patrols are of no use for orphans running around like this. It is reasonable not to sign a contract."
Chapter completed!