"You can only live in the dark." Martin said as he looked cautiously at Ian, who was sitting on the couch.

"Dead people?" Ian sighed and said, "The body buried there is not me at all. ”

Vincent hadn't been to Lafayette with Mir, but he could detect a hint in Ian's words.

"There is not so much nonsense about the living." Vincent leaned over to Martin's side and said.

"You wait here for me for a while, I'll go upstairs and get something to prove that I'm really Ian."

After Ian finished speaking, he got up and walked upstairs, and the oil lamps in the house went out one by one as Ian left.

Ian faded into the darkness, barely audible of footsteps downstairs and on the second floor, except for the sound on the stairs.

Both Martin and Vincent were shocked by what they saw before them, and looked at each other for a few seconds.

No one will believe that Ian is telling the truth, and if he really is, who will be the deceased in the first murder.

Then he would never walk without any sound, and even a familiar person brought them an unprecedented strangeness.

Martin and Vincent met Ian several times at Amos Stoddard's home, and both addressed each other as friends.

Miss Ruili and Ian met no less than the two of them, and after only a few short conversations, Ian was very different from before.

"Do you still have to wait for him?" Vincent asked Martin softly.

Martin's back was pressed against the door, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "You can take his word for a while." ”

"You calculate the time, and if he doesn't show up in half an hour, we'll have to find a way out of the house." Martin's eyes always fell on the stairs.

Vincent nodded, agreeing with Martin, and he hoped that Ian was telling the truth, so that there would be no need for the murder to be investigated.

And the second murder case can be handed directly to Waldru, who wants to solve a mystery and expand his reputation.

The whole house was silent, and not even any sound outside could be heard, as if it were a secret room.

"Martin, I don't feel right?" Vincent could hear his own faint heartbeat.

In fact, Martin felt it, but he didn't dare to move his steps, he couldn't see anything in front of him, and he couldn't see the stairs in the house.

Vincent glanced at the staircase, then at the window, and said, "Martin, it's pitch black before my eyes, as if I can't see anything. ”

For just five seconds, Vincent didn't hear any of Martin's answers, unable to determine if Martin was standing beside him.

"Hey! Martin! Vincent whispered, "Stinky mouth Martin! Can you hear me? ”

Vincent stood still, his eyes slightly closed, holding his breath, quietly feeling Martin's presence.

He couldn't hear Martin's gasp, suspecting that he was playing a trick on himself, and despite his dark skin, he had made a similar joke.

Vincent pretended to see through Martin's teasing and said, "Martin! Don't pretend, I see you. ”

The time Martin had asked Vincent to calculate was almost up, fifteen minutes to go, and Vincent was so anxious that he wanted to get out of here at this moment.

"Vincent, don't panic, I just went to the bathroom, there's no need to make a fuss." Martin's voice suddenly rang out in front of Vincent.

"Damn! I thought you were missing. Vincent cursed.

Martin returned to his original position and said, "It's almost time, Vinson, are you ready to rush out?" ”

"It's ready, it's up to you to decide."

Vincent took Mir's amulet from his trouser pocket and held it in the palm of his right hand, which he had borrowed while Mir was asleep.

In Father Cavendish's diary, Vincent looked through the drawings of the amulet and how to use it, and knew what it was for.

The amulet was deliberately exposed by Mir for Vincent to discover, because Vincent had gone to Father Cavendish's house that day, and had stayed for so long, Father Cavendish would naturally tell Vincent.

The two murders in New Orleans are a matter of concern to the people, and it is also Father Cavendish who has a responsibility to keep them safe at all times.

None of the police officers in the French wine bag rice bag are reliable, and it takes a long time to deal with a simple case on weekdays.

If the ghost is the murderer, even if they want to break their heads, they will not be able to investigate anything, and in the end they will need to rely on Father Cavendish for help.

Father Cavendish is old, physically and mentally far less than before, and he can only use the potential of his youth to replace himself and bring hope to the people.

"Vincent, five minutes left." Martin said suddenly.

Martin's words frightened Vincent, who had told himself twenty-five minutes earlier that he was counting time, but now Martin was extremely sensitive to time.

"Wait." Vincent took a big step to the right and said, "You're not Martin." ”

Martin retorted, "Hell! What are you talking about? Vincent, I'm not Martin, who else could it be? Could it be Ian? ”

"That's right, you're Ian." Vincent raised his arm solemnly and said, "You and Martin have swapped." ”

"No, Vincent, listen to me, I'm really Martin." Martin shrugged his shoulders and said, "There is no such thing, Vincent, put down what you are holding, and when the time comes, I will take you away." ”

"That's not Martin's tone." Vincent stepped back.

"I can already feel the cold aura emanating from your body, I can't hear your heartbeat." Vincent spoke truthfully.

"Friend, your feeling is really accurate, I underestimate you a little."

"Don't come here! Otherwise, I'll let you wander. Vincent shouted at him and warned him.