Prisoner of Mystery Sequence

"They all died this morning! How did they die?" Agnes turned her head instantly, staring at Ms. Jones and asked.

"Henry Schelling killed himself." Ms. Jones sighed and continued to explain: "He turned himself in after killing his wife and daughter."

"At that time, he was covered in blood, but he looked calm." Ms. Jones couldn't help shaking her head when she thought of the scene at that time.

"Who would have thought that he would..." Ms. Jones did not go on, but sighed.

"So that's why you said he was crazy." Agnes looked at the empty cubicle opposite and whispered.

"Why would he do that?" Agnes asked.

"He said it was because when he saw the death of the countess and the serious injury of the earl and the earl's eldest son in the newspaper, he knew that he and his family could not escape the pursuit and revenge of the church and the royal family, so it was better to free them first." Ms. Jones said .

"The last two times I saw him, he wasn't like this." Agnes' eyes were a little distracted, and she didn't know where she was looking.

Ms. Jones sighed deeply, stared at Agnes and said, "The church will naturally have experts to verify his question. I am here for routine interrogation this time."

"I think it's time to talk about your problem," Ms Jones said.

"I'm worried about your mental state," Ms. Jones said, looking closely into Agnes's eyes.

Agnes subconsciously avoided the eyes of Ms. Jones, and moved her gaze to her feet without speaking.

Ms. Jones sighed.

"Forget it, you are at least better now than last year." Ms. Jones looked at Agnes and sighed again.

"When I saw you in the church lounge last year, your calm reaction even made me subconsciously wonder if you were Mariana's daughter."

"What about now?" Agnes raised her head and asked in an erratic voice.

"I can see that you are very uncomfortable inside." Ms. Jones shook her head helplessly.

"Last year, I was worried that you were too calm, and I hoped that you could be more emotional; but now I am worried that you are too emotional, and I think there is nothing wrong with you being rational." Ms. Jones stood up and held Angie Si hugged her in her arms.

"You always call me 'Ms. Jones' very respectfully. In fact, I always wish you could call me 'Aunt Jones' or 'Aunt Olivia'."

"I was born in a monastery with Mariana, and there were many children in the monastery at that time. The two of us have had a good relationship since we were young. Mariana is the most obedient and gentle one, while I am more noisy, and sometimes I will get along with him. Others started fighting. Every time I was caught by Mr. Rossi, oh, Mr. Rossi was our dean at that time, Mariana would tell Mr. Rossi that it was someone else who started the fight. Who would have thought that she looked so obedient? Marianna is a liar, and sometimes I provoke things." Ms. Jones' voice sounded a little emotional.

"In fact, Mariana has always been much smarter than me, but she also pursues a stable life." Ms. Jones said with a sigh.

"It's just that things in the extraordinary world are so unreasonable..."

Agnes didn't speak, just listened silently without speaking.

Ms. Jones sighed again, and said softly: "Call me 'Aunt Jones' or 'Aunt Olivia'. After you become a nun, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult for me to hear from you."

Agnes nodded slightly, and looked up at Ms. Jones' eyes for a long time before she whispered:

"Aunt Olivia."

"Ah."

Ms. Jones hugged Agnes tightly, buried Agnes's head in her arms, and burst into tears.

......

Agnes reached out and pushed open the door, looking at the person standing in the room.

"Father." Agnes looked at her father and said softly.

"Angnes." Father said hesitantly.

Without waiting for Agnes to respond, he asked eagerly, "I heard that you and Olivia went to interrogate the craftsman who surrendered?"

Agnes withdrew her gaze, nodded and said, "Yes."

"You want to investigate this assassination?" Father took a deep breath and asked.

"Yes." Agnes nodded.

"I won't allow it!" The father said a little excitedly, and the cane hit the ground heavily.

Agnes looked at her father calmly, and asked, "Why?"

"I..." Father's words faltered, subconsciously avoiding Agnes' sight, opened his mouth but did not speak.

"It seems that my father has some guesses about the leader of this assassination. No, maybe you even know who the leader is." Agnes stared into her father's eyes and said.

"I..." Father held the cane vigorously with his left hand, but didn't say anything.

"Father, can't you tell?" Agnes asked again.

"Ah—" Father couldn't help but sighed, and his whole body seemed to be bent a lot.

"I do know." The father looked out the window at the faint autumn sunlight, his eyes looked a little complicated.

"But I really can't tell you."

"Why?" Agnes asked immediately.

"Because of the identity of the leader? Or is it because of the reason behind this assassination?"

"I can't say." Father lowered his eyes and said softly.

"Then father, who are you going to tell?" Agnes walked up to her father, fixed her eyes on her father's eyes, and asked.

"I can't say," my father said, avoiding Agnes' gaze, "at least not right now."

"The church can investigate this assassination, but you can't."

"I am also a member of Heart of Nature, and I will soon become a nun of the church." Agnes stared at her father and said.

Father looked at Agnes, and Agnes saw a little prayer in it.

"Okay," Agnes was silent for a long time before she said, "I promise you."

"The church has decided that after attending my mother's funeral this weekend, I will take my vows and officially become a nun on the next day that belongs to the Mother God."

"Next Monday?" Father nodded, clenched the cane in his hand, and said, "I see, I will attend the ceremony."

Her father turned and left the room, and Agnes turned her head to look out the window.

The autumn afternoon sun looks a little light, and the sky looks very blue.