If so, the ghosts only take away the goodness of people and leave behind their evil, then why did Ian die, Mir can't understand the true purpose of the ghosts.

He now has no clue about the source of the murder, and now even Chris doesn't know where to go, and the sudden change in Chris's personality makes it impossible for Mill to adapt.

"Sir, what are we going to do next?" Martin said as he saw Chris disappear into the darkness.

"Continue the investigation."

Mill walked over and told the boss to let him pick two good horses, and in Mill's mind, he always felt that Chris was looking for a ridiculous reason to refuse to go to the Lafayette One.

From the events of that day, Chris may have feared that the witch would reappear on Lafayette, and despite the witch's uncertain whereabouts, Mill thought she would never be there tonight.

Mill paid the boss a few livres, and he stroked the brown mane, leaped on, and rode on the horse, grabbing the reins and waiting for Martin to tie his tools and mount the horse.

"Let's go to Lisa's quarters first."

Mir clamped his legs between the horse's belly, and then he patted the horse's buttocks, and the horse's hooves clattered down a dark path.

He heard Martin follow him, and Mill slapped it on the ass again, and the horse galloped as fast as it could.

The New Orleans Inn is a little further away from Lisa's address, near the neighborhood where she had passed by in a horse-drawn carriage.

Mir felt that the horses were running faster than the carriages, and the horses were weaving as fast as they could along the path.

The drizzle hit Mill's cheeks, causing him to feel cool again, and as his body rose and fell, he endured the howling of the strong wind in his ears and the cold in his body.

It didn't take long for the horses to slow down, and Mill saw a few oil lamps lit in front of him, and he told Martin to keep the horses close by, for it was brighter.

Mir searched for the house number plate in the residential area according to the address provided by Lisa, and he crossed an intersection and continued on his right.

As he approached the end of the road, he saw a small two-story building, but it was a little dilapidated compared to the nearby residences.

In front of the door of the two-story building, there was no light, and he carefully stepped forward to look at the house number, and after making sure that it was here, he saw that the wooden door was in a half-hidden state.

"Look, Martin, the door is unlocked." Mill whispered.

Martin stood next to Mill, he looked into the dark room, saw almost nothing, and said, "Somebody might have been here." ”

With a creak, Mir pushed the door open, and the strong perfume gas came to his face, and he asked Martin to light the oil lamp he had brought, and then Mir took the oil lamp and shone it in the room.

"It's pretty much the same as my house." Mill whispered.

Martin cautiously followed behind Mill, worried that something unclean would be in the house, and he was a little scared.

Mir looked at the sofa in the living room and saw that there were a few women's rough clothes, some women's delicate underwear, and a small number of decorations, which were very messy.

Mill passed by the table and saw wine glasses, saucers, and plates on the table, and he shone an oil lamp on the food on the plate, and sniffed it.

"The food is moldy." Mir said as the smell of decay continued to reach his nostrils.

Martin nodded and said, "Looks like it's been a few days since anyone took care of it." ”

"Perhaps, Lisa never returned home after Carat's death." Mill guessed.

Mill crept up the stairs, Martin following behind, but Martin's shoes rattled slightly on the wooden stairs.

In such a quiet room, the creaking and rattling sound of the stairs sounded extremely eerie.

Martin slapped his forehead in annoyance and said, "I forgot to close the door." ”

"No, Martin, you go and restore the door to its initial state." Mir commanded.

Mill then continued to go upstairs with the oil lamp, and he stood on the second-story handrail to observe, and his peripheral vision could see Martin closing the door on the first floor.

On the bare table, with a few worn-out newspapers, and on the opposite side of the table was a bed that was so clean and tidy that Mir seemed to be able to guess that it was Lisa's.

Mill turned to look into the room, he glanced at the first floor, Martin's figure was gone, and he didn't know where he had gone.

"Damn it!"

Mir decided to leave Martin alone, he needed to see Carat's room.

He stood in the doorway of the room on the left, the door completely open, and he stretched out his right arm and explored the room with very slow steps.

The light shone in the room, and beside the door there was a table and two chairs, on which were placed a medium-sized candelabra lamp with three white candles on it, and a very ornate mirror, and he sniffed the foul smell of the room, and immediately took out a handkerchief to cover his nose.

The mirror stood obliquely on the wall, and the view reflected by the mirror was out of the window, and he looked out the window, but the oak trees were dancing and shaking wildly.

To Mir's left was a bed, extremely disheveled, with aprons and bloodstained clothes piled up in a dark corner.

He looked closely, and there were several bloody scratches on the crumpled walls, and there were even no rules to speak of.

However, when Mill watched from afar, the irregular marks looked like someone's face, his brow furrowed, and he couldn't imagine whose face would look like this.

"Did the traces be left by Carat before he died? Or was it left by Lisa? Mill muttered to himself.

Mill thought as he made his way to the window, which he looked out of the window and looked in both directions, but found nothing unusual except for the trees.

Mir was slow to see Martin, worried that something might happen to Martin, so he hurried out of the room, and he shouted, "Martin? Where are you? ”

"I'm here, sir." Martin said, poking his head out of the other room.

"Hell!" Mill roared, "! Don't wander around! Martin! ”

Martin replied, "Got it, sir." ”

"What's in that room?" Mill asked.

"It's a utility room, and there's nothing but the woman's clothes and a couple of boxes." Martin said in the room.

"Let's go, let's go downstairs and have a look."

Mir and Martin had just arrived downstairs when an unusual noise was heard upstairs.

Squeak...

"Wait." Mill stopped and said, "Listen, Martin. ”

"Is it a mouse? Sir. Martin asked softly.

Mill shook his head, "I'm not sure. ”

Mir, suspecting the presence of a ghost in the room, immediately took the amulet out of his pocket, and he made his way up the stairs again, telling Martin to pick up the flintlock pistol and be ready to do so.

Leaning against the wall outside the locker, listening to the occasional rattling sounds in the room, Mill asked, "You opened the window?" ”

"I didn't go there at all, sir." Martin stood at the door and spread his hands, showing his innocence.