"Martin, guess what I found?" Vincent said softly as he took out the only bottle of brandy.

"Is there really any wine?" Martin asked.

He continued: "I thought the chief would have a very poor life, and when I looked at the kitchen during the day, there was hardly any food. ”

"Yes, Martin, the wine seems to be in the chief's private possession." Vincent said, taking out two wine glasses.

Martin asked puzzledly, "Why does the chief hide the wine?" ”

"It may be that Miss Alina did not allow him to drink a bar, fearing that the chief's illness would flare up." Vincent replied as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Hurry up! Vincent, I can't wait. Martin said, licking his lips.

Before the lid was opened, Martin had already smelled the aroma of wine, and he wanted to get drunk so that he could relieve his headache, and maybe tomorrow morning he would wake up and get better.

Vincent poured Martin a glass and another for himself, then placed the bottle on the floor on his right, a little away from his chair.

The two of them then savored the taste of brandy, and Vincent's mind was on what had happened to Paulina's house, and he needed to find a way to break Martin apart.

What Martin had on his mind was that when Vincent told the details of his coma, he would go elsewhere to find clues to the murder.

"Say it, Vincent." Martin took a sip of wine, put his arm on the arm of the chair, lowered his head, and looked at the wine glass in his hand.

"Ian, the man who knocked you unconscious." Vincent followed Martin in the same way.

"I know that no one but him will come near me." Martin said, "Say something I don't know. ”

Vincent said, "Did you see Sibylla during the meal?" ”

Martin looked up and thought about it and said, "I didn't pay attention, it doesn't seem to like me." ”

"yes, we don't seem to be paying attention to Sibylla." Vinson said.

"What are you trying to express? Vincent. Martin didn't understand what Vincennes was saying.

"Ian is Sibylla." Vincent said simply.

"What?" Martin exclaimed.

Martin tapped his head and said, "Damn! I remembered that the first time I woke up, I did see Ian's strange appearance. ”

At this time, Mill's eyes suddenly opened, and he couldn't imagine that Vincent's words made him feel extremely shocked, even incredible.

When Paulina shot at herself, Ian was gone, and Ian ran so fast, it must have been Sibylla's masterpiece.

Mir opened his eyes, but his snoring continued to mimic, trying to keep listening.

"It's true, Sibylla said that the owner of the New Orleans inn was the real murderer." Vincent recalled.

"OMG!" Martin exclaimed again that this was not at all the same as the result of his own surveillance.

Martin shook his head and said, "It can't be, Sibylla is lying." ”

Vincent sighed and said, "I also don't feel like Sibylla's words can be trusted. ”

"Vincent, do you know what I saw last night?" Martin said to Vincent.

Vincent spread his hands and said, "How do I know?" ”

"I followed the woman named Lisa last night, and I followed her until I got to the door of the boss's house, and she opened the door and went straight in, as if she was back in her own house."

Martin drank the wine from his glass and said, "Then I lay on the windowsill and looked at the picture of the house, and the boss and the woman named Lisa were having fun on the sofa, and it was a whole night, without stopping." ”

Vincent's brow furrowed slightly, and the image of Martin's surveillance came to his mind, and he couldn't imagine it.

"Is it possible that what Sibylla said is true?" Vincent thinks that the woman named Lisa is in league with the boss.

Martin shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it's more likely." ”

"Did you ask him who the murderer was?" Martin felt that this matter was not as simple as he imagined, why did Sibylla tell Vincent who the murderer was, whether it was misleading or true, or false.

"Of course." Vincent shrugged his shoulders and said, "It says it has no ill will towards me. ”

Martin heard a hint of pity in Vincent's tone, and he asked, "Are you pitying Sibylla?" ”

"That's right, it was taken by a witch." Vincent replied.

Martin became restless and stood up, and said dumbfounded, "Female... Witch? ”

Remembering his sight of the witch in Saint-Domingue, Martin felt horror like never before, and turned his body to Vincennes.

"This is impossible, Vincent, you must be mistaken!" Martin yelled at Vincent.

Martin suddenly lost his mind: "No way, no way, she couldn't be here." ”

"Martin, what exactly are you afraid of?" Vincent had been with Martin for so long, and it was the first time he had seen Martin become like this.

Martin stood by the window, looked up at the somewhat bright sky, and said, "Vincent, don't ask." ”

Vincent took a sip of his wine and said, "I want you to say that maybe it has something to do with the murder?" ”

"No, I can't tell you, or it will affect the entire clan." Martin said with a sigh of relief.

Mir was shocked again, and opened his eyes again, and he heard Martin's words in almost exactly the same tone as Paulina's.

"Could the witch be a prophet in Paulina's mouth? What the hell is she planning? At this time, Mir's heart was extremely complicated, and he felt that it was the right choice for him to suddenly become ill.

He can hear all the unknown conversations, which is conducive to the development of the murder case, which he believes is about to be solved, and the real clues and real murderers are about to appear.

He was in a hurry to make a deal, and he fantasized all the time about going to France to meet Alina, and at the French honorable wedding, the moment when he took Alina's hand and appeared in front of everyone was extremely happy.

"And then?" Martin asked, leaning lightly against the windowsill.

Vincent gulped his wine, and after a moment he handed the bottle to Martin, and said, "Later, the voice of Father Cavendish appeared, and the witch seemed to be very afraid of his old man, and did not move, and at last seemed to have reached some kind of reconciliation. ”

"Respect Father Cavendish and be respected by anyone, because he is too powerful." Martin said as he poured his wine.

"You've seen it?" Vincent stopped drinking and asked curiously.

Martin put his lips to the rim of the glass and said, "Oh, no, I just feel it." ”

Vincent's gaze fell on Martin's eyes, suspecting that Martin was lying, and Martin's perfunctory level gave him the impression that Martin had seen the strength of Father Cavendish Priest.

"Is that really the case?" Vincent looked Martin straight in the eye and said, "You deceived me, Martin. ”

"No, I don't, trust me, Vincent." Martin said as he drank his wine in one gulp.