"Father Marshall, I apologize to you in advance, but what you just said doesn't make any sense, I think it's nonsense. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info What if we know someone has entered? At nine o'clock, there should have been a lot of people coming in and out of the cabin, and we had no way of knowing who was looking for Jenny's parents. Robert crossed his arms to his chest and began to refute Marshall's remarks.

"That's right, we're not even sure if it's the person who called Jenny's parents out into Jenny's room, but it doesn't matter at all, he must be planning to do something because he's in such trouble, so we need to go to Jenny's room and maybe make an unexpected discovery." Marshall finished speaking and stood up.

"What? What kind of place are you going to be? Robert hesitated.

In fact, like the rest of the murder rooms, Jenny's room was not searched, and even Douglas only sealed it first, and when it calmed down, he might not enter these rooms until they had calmed down, or he would never enter them.

Unlike the death of Jenny's parents, Jenny's charred hands and feet have a sense of despair in addition to being disgusting.

Before arriving at Jenny's room, there were several seals on it and the door was locked.

"Douglas should have the key." Robert said behind Marshall.

"You help me go to Douglas, my identity is not convenient now, most of the crew and passengers suspect that I have an unusual connection with the deceased, I am afraid that they have begun to reject me at this time." Marshall pushed, and found that the door wouldn't open.

"Father Marshall, let me come." Robert nudged Marshall.

Marshall looked back, and Robert had a small piece of iron and a filament in his hand, and he immediately understood Robert's thoughts, so he gave up his position.

Soon, the door was opened.

The two of them walked into the room, and the smell of burnt lingered in front of their noses, making it difficult to breathe.

"Where do we start?" Robert said, covering his nose.

"The bed, of course." Marshall looked at a regular double bed in the corner, a large room for couples and, of course, for some travelers.

"Ah......h

Marshall came to the bedside, and by this time the quilt had been lifted, and Jenny's hands and feet could be seen, as if the charred lotus root had been discarded on the bed at random.

After hesitating for two seconds, Marshall found a short stick and gently touched the arm that had left Jenny's body.

Finding that there was no reaction, Marshall stretched out his right hand, and this time, his epidermis was in direct contact with the charred hands and feet, and a hard sensation came from his fingers, which was more like a plaster cast than the hardness of the stone.

"Here, help me get the sheets away." Marshall said to Robert behind him.

"Huh? What about people? But there was no one behind him, and outside the door, there was a sound of vomiting.

After pulling Robert back into Jenny's room, the two removed the sheets.

"Can't you do it alone?" Robert spit out.

"Are you really a detective?" Marshall replied.

"You're definitely not a priest anyway!" Robert didn't want to show weakness in this regard.

"Don't talk about that, put it on the ground." Marshall crouched down and slowly placed the sheets on the ground.

After removing the sheets, he began to look at the mattress underneath the sheets, "This is?" ”

Marshall put his hand on the mattress, which, unlike the sheets, did not have any black marks on it, as if Jenny's hands and feet had spontaneously combusted, and not only that, but it had not yet burned to the mattress underneath.

However, what made Marshall feel strange was that it was just an ordinary mattress, but it felt a distinct bumpy feeling, which was only easy to find when touching the mattress directly, and if there were sheets on it, it was generally difficult to find unless it was a particularly sensitive person.

"What is this trajectory?" Marshall moved along the concave pattern.

"What is it?" Robert looked curious, his eyes fixed on the sheets.

"You know I found Lev in Port Molov? Was Webber massively murdering prostitutes and street children? Marshall asked Robert.

"You know, I'm a detective, how could I miss this kind of news." Rob nodded.

"I found it because I found a secret room in Lev's house, and it was full of scattered bones and flesh, and these things were in a ...... Resembles the six-pointed star pattern on the altar. Marshall withdrew his hand, "The trajectory of the mattress concave is very similar to the pattern I saw at the time. ”

"You mean?" Robert stopped talking.

"Well, I guess the direct cause of Jenny's hands and feet is this strange pattern on the mattress, but I don't know under what circumstances this pattern will work." Marshall looked at the sheets on the ground, "If Jenny's sheets have this pattern, we don't know if there are any sheets?" ”

"Why don't we go back and have a look?" Robert suddenly felt unsafe around him.

"Wait, take the mattress off and see what's down there?" Marshall stopped Robert.

"Oh......" Robert was very reluctant, but he still cooperated with Marshall's words.

After picking up the mattress, the stench came to the face, because it was too sudden, and the smell was very strong, the two of them released the mattress in their hands at the same time and took a few steps back.

The mattress fell to the floor, and the contents were brought out a little.

It was a cyan palm, but it was dry, like skin and bone.

A black bug crawled out from under the palm of his hand and squirmed on the ground a few times before moving. The two of them got a little closer and noticed that there were many black bugs on the wooden board under the mattress, and not only that, but the wooden board was also damaged in many places.

"Let's take the planks out and see what's down there!" Marshall said to Robert beside him.

"This ...... Will this bug be poisonous? Robert voiced his concerns.

"If it's a plank, we don't have to touch it with our hands, there are two short sticks here, just lift it a little bit. Then again, you're not scared, are you? Marshall sneered with agitation.

"How could it be ......" Robert looked at the cyan palm on the ground with empty eyes, a little weak.

Marshall placed the baton on Robert's hand, "We'll see what's in there later, and then we'll figure out how to lift the plank safely." ”

"Okay." Robert sighed.

The two men stuck their sticks into the hollow of the plank.

"Ready." Marshall said to Robert.