Mill, sitting in his chair, waited for hours, but never saw Martin and Vincent come out of Paulina's house.

It was almost dawn in a few hours, and Mir feared that they would be in danger, for from the moment they entered the house, Mir could not see them through Paulina's window.

It was like some kind of evil magic or other curses and sorcery on the windows, and even any light in the house could not be seen.

The bottle of brandy beside Mir had been drunk, and he leaned back in his chair in a languid state, almost waiting to fall asleep.

He wanted to go, and he wanted to break in, and if something happened to Martin and Vinson, then he couldn't deal with Amos Stoddard.

Although Vincent had discovered the amulet he had deliberately revealed, it was only able to kill the ghost, which was ineffective for people like Paulina and Yaheng.

He hoped that Father Cavendish would come out to help, preferably, and he was sure that Father Cavendish would be asleep by this time.

While Father Cavendish is asleep, it's possible to peek into New Orleans or fall asleep.

He now wanted to know exactly who Martin and Vincent had met in the house, otherwise they would never have been inked for so long.

He didn't want to be exposed, he really didn't want to, he pondered in his chair for a long time, and he had already prepared for the worst.

However, he found another way, pretending to be sick, and accidentally broke into Paulina's house to see what they were doing.

There seemed to be another person in his mind telling him not to do this, the people in the house were very likely to be very dangerous.

He couldn't wait any longer, so he drank the last sip of brandy from his glass, borrowed the strength of the wine, stood up, and prepared for action.

Just then, he heard the creak of the wooden door on the other side, and the door was opened.

He immediately sat down and looked into the distance, wondering very much who would come out of the door.

If it was someone else, he could quickly run out of the door and kill that guy first, then save Vincent and Martin, and if it was them, he would need to put the bottle and glass back in the distance immediately.

He seemed to ignore the strong smell of wine on his body, and he glanced at the bottle and the glass, and then he put the bottle still next to the sofa, and the glass was still on the other side of the sofa.

He stood near the window, his hands on the windowsill, and saw the white face supporting the black face, slowly walking out of the room.

He hurriedly moved out of the window, not wanting Martin and Vincent to accidentally look up at the opposite window and there was a man standing in the opposite window, and that guy in the light-colored pajamas was their chief.

He didn't want to trouble them, they must have been through something in Paulina's house, as if one of them had been wounded.

He only looked at it for a few seconds, but he couldn't be sure if it was Martin or Vincent.

This time he did not choose to sleep on the sofa, but he lay on the ground in front of the sofa, his left hand tightly grasped the wine glass, he hooked the wine bottle with his foot, hid the wine bottle under his legs, made his clothes drunk like mud, and waited for them to enter the house.

"Vincent, slow down." Martin reminded.

"I'm already walking very slowly." Vincent said, "Do you want to go until dawn?" Martin. ”

Martin put his arms around Vincent's neck, Vincent was quite tall, but Martin felt that Vincent was not as strong as himself, and he couldn't help his strong body.

"Vincent, are you tired?" Martin asked.

Martin then said, "If you're tired, just take a break." ”

"I still have this bit of strength, I'm a man, not a weak woman." Vincent said helplessly.

"But I don't think so." Martin said, "I don't want to crush you, so that I won't have your brother in the future." ”

"You're hoping I'm dying soon, aren't you?" Vincent asked, looking at Martin, with a hint of anger in his tone.

"Oh! Damn it! Martin's head looked up at the night sky and said, "I'm kidding you, can't you hear me?" ”

"You've changed, Vincent." Martin continued.

"No, I've always been like this, it's just that you don't quite know me yet." Vincent didn't want to listen to him talk in his ear for a long time.

In Vincent's eyes, Martin was like a wounded, more like a little resentful woman, having experienced such a thing, and he just wanted to stay quietly for the night tonight.

"Where is this? Vincent. Martin looked straight ahead and said, "This is not the chief's home. ”

"I need to send you back to the new house first, and then I'll go back to the chief's house." Vincent helped Martin down the stone path of his new house.

Martin refused, "No, they'll find out, it's late at night, and I don't want to disturb them, especially Inspector Louie." ”

"What if you disturb the sir?" Vincent stopped and asked.

"Don't worry, it won't." Martin turned his head to look into Mill's house and said, "I want to know what happened after I fell unconscious. ”

"You need to tell me." Martin said in Vincent's ear.

"Okay."

Vincent hobbled Martin back to Mir's house, their footsteps so light that Vincent could hear Mir's snoring clearly.

"OMG!" Vincent exclaimed as he looked at the prefect on the ground.

Martin also saw Mir, and he was dumbfounded and said, "Why did the chief sleep on the ground?" Still with a wine glass in your hand? ”

"Yes, Martin, I saw it all." Vincent said incredulously.

"Vincent, help me to the chair first." Martin instructed.

Vincent helped Martin to his chair, and neither of them noticed any sign of the chair being moved by Mir, and their focus was now on Mir.

"Wait, Vincent." Martin looked at Vinson as he was about to go to Mir, and said, "You can leave him alone, you see, Vinson, the chief slept so sweetly, and snoring like thunder." ”

Vincent sat down in his chair, gasping for a faint breath, Martin was taller than himself, and his neck was extremely uncomfortable, like several heavy sandbags on top.

Martin sniffed the smell of wine in the air, couldn't help but smack his lips and said, "Vinson, do you smell it?" It's a big smell of alcohol. ”

Vincent nodded exhaustedly and said, "Of course, I want to drink it too, I don't know if the chief has other wine stored here." ”

"Look for it, Vincent." "I seem to smell it hiding in a corner of the kitchen," Martin said. ”

Vincent searched in the kitchen for a long time, but couldn't see where Mir's wine was.

"What's that?" Vincent muttered to himself.

Vincent stumbled upon Mill's former wine cabinet, which was in an inconspicuous corner, and no one would notice it if he didn't look closely, thanks to Martin's reminder.