Mir had been following Paulina along the narrow path, and though he had kept a certain distance, he kept his steps so light that he didn't dare to make any noise easily.

Sure enough, Mir was right, Paulina did come to the house where Kra and Lisa lived, and he thought that Paulina would be visiting another person's house.

In the window of the New Orleans inn, she told Laura that little trick would make her followers notice everything there and become curious, so that they would go into the hotel room to find and explore.

The two of them seemed to be arguing, but in fact they were talking very seriously, but their body movements were more exaggerated.

Mir hid at the edge of the intersection and looked at the door of the house, which was still half-hidden enough for Paulina to enter sideways.

Mir and Martin had already explored the house, and Mir couldn't think of any reason why Paulina was here.

What exactly did she want to do next, whether she wanted to restore everything in the house to its original state, to keep it inhabited, or whether she was destroying the clues left behind by the murderer.

Suddenly, the candles in Cla's room were lit, and Mir could make out the faint light reflected off the leaves.

The only thing Mir knew for sure now was that Paulina was the one who transported Carah and Lisa, and he really couldn't think of who it could be but her.

The soft drizzle had stopped, and Mir was more awake to the fresh smell of the breeze rolling into her nose.

The alcohol was completely released in Mir's body, and he was eager to find a place to relieve himself, but he needed to go as far as he could, and Paulina would hear the sound of water being released.

Mir quickly turned two intersections, and couldn't wait, he immediately unbuttoned his pants and began to enjoy the experience like never before.

The heat in his whole body gathered at a certain point and took it away, sometimes there was a tremor on his body, and sometimes he muttered in his mouth for a long time.

Mir felt relaxed, a little more happy, and then shook his head with a grin, a look of disbelief on his face.

He hurried back to his original position, and continued to look at the window of Kra's room, where the light of the candles began to flicker slightly, and it was terrifying in the darkness of the night.

The windows were closed before he left, but now, he couldn't imagine how the wind was blowing in the room.

The ghost instantly occurred to him in his mind, and it was very likely that Paulina was talking to the ghost, or even that the ghost was on her way to Kra's room, so that the candlelight flickered.

Crunch...

Mir heard a very small movement and set his eyes on the door of the house, but suddenly the wooden door moved slightly.

He was sure that the ghost had entered the house, but he didn't know if it was the one in the inn or if there was another ghost.

He closed his eyes tightly, using his long senses to sense where the ghost and Laura were, even if it was a conversation between them.

His ability was still ineffective and ineffective, and his hatred for Sibylla gradually deepened.

If it weren't for Sibylla's reappearance, his perception would never have disappeared for no reason.

Sibylla's senses were disturbed when he first appeared near the restaurant, and when Sibylla first appeared, his senses were completely ineffective.

Mir now suspects Sibylla, most likely nearby, must be hiding in a corner somewhere.

He didn't believe that he would be able to use his senses even if he was at a great distance.

At this time, Mill heard rustling footsteps behind him, and did not feel that someone was behind him, he immediately turned his head to look, and Martin's appearance surprised Mir very much.

He had told Martin to follow the woman named Lisa, and it was possible that the matter was done, and she went back to her place of residence to rest.

His whereabouts were not revealed to anyone, how Martin knew he was here, and he didn't notice anything wrong with Martin.

"Why are you here? Martin. Mill turned and asked quietly.

Martin didn't speak, but walked upright with his head held high, just greeted Mir, and ran to the house.

"! Damn it! Mir cursed, reached out and grabbed Martin's thick arm and said, "Martin, where are you going?" ”

Martin dragged Mir out with great force, and Mir saw Martin's dull gaze, as if he had been bewitched by a ghost.

His unusual behavior indicates that the ghost has found the person who was flagged, and his fate will be the same as Chris's.

"Oh! No! Mir exclaimed, "Oh my God! Martin! Wake up! ”

Motionless, Martin dragged Mill to the door of the house, and then Martin stopped, standing there motionless, like a thick trunk.

Mir was about to spread his hand, but Martin's hand grabbed Mir's arm and grabbed Mir firmly.

"Let go!"

No matter how hard Mill tried to break free, Martin never let go.

"You're not Martin! Who are you? Mir saw through him and said.

Martin still didn't reply, and his body was like someone was manipulating Martin in the dark.

Mill guessed that Martin was waiting for someone, and that person would not be Paulina, let alone a ghost.