It was dark and gloomy, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or evening, and Chris took Ruili back to his new house.

Martin and Vincent were about to go to the new house for dinner, and they were about to faint from hunger, and Martin had cooked some soup, which was not enough for the three of them, and most of it was fed to Mir.

"Vincent, don't forget what I told you." Martin instructed as he left the door.

Vincent nodded in response, waited for Martin to lock the door, and followed Martin back to his new house, leaving Mir alone in the house.

After a few minutes, Mill stood silently in a hidden corner on the other side of the window, looking at the backs of Vincennes and Martin as they walked.

"It's up to you." Mill muttered to himself.

The soup was so heavy that Mir wanted to escape from the window right away, so he hurried to the bathroom to go to the bathroom.

"Miss Ruili, what delicious food did you bring us back?" Martin said, looking at the large and small packages on the table.

Ruili sat down in her chair tiredly, adjusted her breathing and said, "I bought some vegetables, meat, and fruits." ”

"Vincent, go get them to the kitchen, and we'll make something delicious in a moment." Martin said with a wink at Vincent.

Vincent understood what Martin meant, and turned to the kitchen with a few heavy packages in each hand.

Martin glanced at Chris on the couch, and saw that Chris was also very tired, he was squinting his eyes, looking up at his head, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes to recuperate.

"Inspector Louis, Vincent and I will take care of the chief tonight." Martin saw Chris slowly open his eyes, and he said, "You guys are just getting ready, tomorrow let Miss Ruili play the role of Miss Alina and appear in front of the chief, and we can take turns to take care of it." ”

"Martin, that's a good idea." Chris gave Martin a satisfied look, then closed his eyes again.

Martin's heart was overjoyed, because Chris did not object, but supported his proposal, and he tried to hide his inner joy.

It was getting darker and darker, and small bugs squeaked in the grass and in damp corners.

After they had eaten happily, Miss Matilda took Miss Ruili to the second floor to try on Miss Alina's dress.

Sitting on the couch, Chris was savoring the rich coffee after the meal, and Martin and Vincent sat opposite each other, not speaking, but making eye contact with each other.

Vincent looked out the window at the dark night and felt that the time was almost up, and he reminded Martin that it was time to leave his new house.

"Inspector Louie, we're going to take care of the sir." Martin said as he straightened his shirt briefly.

Chris raised his eyelids and said, "Okay, you must lock the door tonight and don't go out." ”

"Okay, Inspector Louie." Martin understood the meaning of Chris's words, and he said, "Don't worry, we'll be bullish on the sir." ”

Martin and Vincent went out together and walked along the stone path, and every now and then Vincent turned his head and glanced at Paulina's house a few times.

I don't know when the oil lamp in front of Paulina's door was lit, and almost no one went out in the new house at that time.

Vincent looked at the extremely strange scene and whispered, "Look, Martin, that lamp has been lit for some reason. ”

"What?" Martin said incredulously.

Martin suddenly looked back, his eyes fixed on the oil lamp, and he was truly shocked.

Martin didn't see any light in Paulina's house at all, and he asked, "Vincent, who do you think it will be lit by?" ”

"I don't know." Vincent shrugged his shoulders and said, "Shall we go in tonight?" ”

"Wait until late at night."

Martin suddenly remembered something, slapped his forehead in annoyance and said, "Damn! I forgot to fix the chief's window. ”

"It's okay, Martin, we'll see better." Vinson said.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain, and in that case there's going to be trouble in the chief's house." Martin sighed, and forgot about this important matter as he wondered how to deal with Paulina at night.

Vinson stood on Bourbon Street and looked up at the night sky and said, "I don't think the storm is coming." ”

"That's not for sure, the weather here is always unpredictable." Ever since Martin arrived in St. Louis, the ghost weather has been extremely unusual for several years.

"Believe me, Martin, no one knows the weather better than I do." Vincent said confidently.

"Oh! You grew up on this land, I almost forgot. ”

Martin opened Mir's door, and the sound of Mir's sleep was gradually heard in the house, and he told Vincent to keep his steps gentle, so as not to disturb the chief's rest.

Vinson did as Martin had instructed, and placed the chair opposite the sofa in a position that was a little further away from the window.

They sat quietly in their chairs, looking at Paulina's house, and talking softly about each other's plans.

Vinson and Martin were almost exhausted, and drowsiness struck suddenly, and in order to observe the movement of the house, they simply collapsed their bodies on the chair, stretched their legs forward, their heels on the floor, and fell asleep with their heads resting on the back of the chair.

After a few hours, Mir woke up, and in the darkness Mir opened his eyes and watched them both in a state of deep sleep, listening to their snoring louder and louder.

He got up slowly, stood softly on the floor, came to the window, and picked up a piece of glass and put it in his hand.

He looked up and saw that the light in the door of Paulina's house had gone out, and he thought that Martin and Vincent's opportunity to break into Paulina's house had arrived.

Then he returned to the couch, pretending to be asleep, put his head against the back of the couch, immediately raised his right arm, and threw the shard of glass in his hand against the window very quickly, making an extremely harsh sound.

Martin and Vincent were awakened at the same time, their hands subconsciously resting on the flintlock pistols at their waists, pricking up their ears to listen to the rest of the movement around them.

"Martin! Look there! Vincent said, pointing ahead.

"The lights go out?" Martin suspects that Paulina should have left the house, making sure that Paulina stepped on something when she left and accidentally made a sound.

Martin began to guess according to human custom: "When the oil lamp goes out, it means that she is out." ”

"Vincent, our chance to perform." Martin said with a happy smile.

As Martin and Vincent quietly walked out of the house, Mill sat up slowly, listening to their footsteps grow farther and farther away.

Mill ran to the kitchen and took out the brandy he had bought when he came back from the cabinet in the hidden corner of the kitchen.

He walked out of the kitchen and immediately took off his clothes and pants, and since they were light colors, the opposite of the current black tones, he didn't want to be noticed by Vincennes and Martin, let alone noticed.

He moved back the chair Martin had been sitting in, and Vincent's chair.

He sat down in Martin's chair, crossed his legs, put the wine and the glass on Vincent's chair, poured a glass of brandy, tasted it, and watched the backs of them as they departed.