After they had dinner, Martin and Mir waited for the night to come, and Matilda was determined to take Chris home herself, and after several attempts by Ruili, Matilda agreed to come down and live in the new house.

Ruili lets Matilda share a room with her, while Mir lets Chris sleep directly on the couch.

He instructed Matilda and Ruili that it was best not to let Chris move his place until Chris relapsed.

Mill whispered to Ruili on the side that she should take care of Chris tonight, and strive to start following Chris tomorrow morning, so that she could use her beauty as much as possible, so that Chris could not extricate herself from her beauty.

Ruili looked at Chris's handsome appearance, then slowly raised her head, stared at the ceiling and sighed and said, "Sir, the task is very difficult, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay, Miss Ruili." Mir comforted, "Please trust me, you can do it, don't worry." ”

Ruili still couldn't get into the state she once was, hesitated for a moment, and when she was about to find her first feeling, Vincent stood sneakily in the door of the new house.

"OMG! Vincent, you're back. Martin felt someone standing behind him and turned his head to look.

Vincent's presence in the new house surprised Mir, who had expected to stay at Father Cavendish and enjoy the services of four maids.

"Father Cavendish he started to chase me away." Vincent stood in the doorway, slowly taking off his raincoat and said.

Mill did not believe that Father Cavendish would do this, and asked in amazement, "Why?" Vincent. ”

"The priest taught me a lot of exorcisms, but I was stupid and didn't remember any of them," said Vincent, shaking the water from his raincoat, "and he probably hated me for not being gifted, and was so angry that he asked me to leave his house." ”

"Maybe you're really stupid, Vincent." Martin looked back and scoffed.

Vincent continued to shake his clothes, completely unheeded by Martin's words, even though he didn't think he could delve into the art of exorcism, but in Mir's opinion, Vincent would be the only heir to Father Cavendish Priest.

What Vincent needed most now was encouragement, and Mill walked over and said, "Don't be discouraged, Vincent, you have to believe in yourself, you can." ”

"Thank you, sir." Vincent hung his wet raincoat near the door and said, "I need to get used to it for a while." ”

Matilda ran out of the kitchen and asked, "Have you had dinner?" Mr. Zhu Nier. ”

"Dear Miss Betty, I have eaten at Father Cavendish's house, why are you here? Aren't you going home tonight? Vincent bowed deeply to Matilda.

"Yes, Mr. Zhu Nier." Matilda nodded and said, "In the face of Miss Ruili's sincere retention, I can't refuse. ”

Vincent's heart was very excited at this time, and Matilda would be in the new house tonight, which made him feel at a loss.

Vincent needed to hide his joyful expression, not wanting everyone to see it, he pretended to be a gentleman and said, "Miss Matilda's arrival is very welcome, as the other owner of the new house, I would like to invite you to a banquet tomorrow, I wonder if Miss Matilda minds?" ”

Matilda was stunned at first, glanced at Mill with some hesitation, then bowed to Vincent and said, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Zhu Nieer, my brother is injured, and I have to take care of him." ”

When Vincent rushed back, he didn't notice Inspector Louis on the couch at all, and he looked at Chris's face, observing that Chris's face was a little wrong.

"It's okay, Miss Betty, I can take care of your brother with you, and I can cancel the banquet." Vincent felt Matilda's rejection, and he spread his hands and said.

Mill stood at the door, and noticed that the storm outside was gradually getting smaller, he took out his pocket watch, and glanced at the time, Vincent came back very punctually, and it was exactly twelve o'clock in the morning.

With an hour or two to go until late at night, he was now ready to go home, but before going home, he needed to tell Ruili and Martin again, especially Martin, to stay safe.

"Alright, Vincent, Martin and I still have a mission, you stay in your new house tonight, and remember to lock the door."

"Yes, sir, I'll protect them." Vincent said confidently.

Mir and Martin walked out of the house at the same time, and Mill stood on the stone road and looked at the dark night sky, saying that although the rain was very small, he felt that Paulina would be very likely to be on Bourbon Street tonight.

"By the way, Martin, Laura you need to pay attention to it too." Mill almost forgot about Laura, he reminded.

For Laura, Mill always felt that she was lying, and he could not confirm her lies, and could only detect Laura's problems through Martin's surveillance, which was also what he hoped for.

As for the other man in the kitchen that Laura had mentioned, Mir wanted to ignore him for a moment, as he believed that the other man would definitely say something else.

In order not to get himself into the mystery again, he can temporarily choose to give up the interrogation of another man, as well as the weird homeless man, the man his boss calls Laura.

Mir said goodbye to Martin and walked slowly, turning his head from time to time to look at Paulina's house.

Through the window he couldn't see anything in the house, there was no light source in the house, as if Paulina had fallen asleep at this time.

Mill looked at the oil lamp outside the door, and the only dim light shone on the wooden door and the stone path, making the house look gloomy.

Her closed door didn't know who had repaired it, which made Mir a little curious, and in the new house, he didn't hear any noise outside the house, let alone repair it.

He suspected that Ahon had repaired the dilapidated wooden door with the power of the gods, but when Mill stood on the Bourbon Street and carefully observed the wooden door, it was as if it had never been broken, and there was no sign of repair.

He couldn't believe it, faintly, his eyes were hallucinating to some extent, and the wooden door flickered like magic.

Mir immediately returned home, and did the same as Paulina's house, without any lights, he opened the window, and in order to better hear the sounds, and to see unobstructed, without the interference of the rain, he sat wearily on the chair in the dining room, quietly observing the movement on the other side.

He had probably waited for more than an hour, his eyelids were very tired, and he wanted to sober up, so he got up and went into the kitchen to get the last bottle of rum, the brandy had already been drunk by Chris.

Crunch...

There was a knock at the wooden door opposite, and Mir stopped pouring the wine and turned his head to look.