"Damn it!" Vincent scolded.

No matter how many times he repeated the mantra and how many times he repeated the incantation, he couldn't feel the magic.

"Martin, your feelings are wrong." Vincent gave up trying.

Martin saw Vincent's sad look and encouraged him, saying, "You can try a few more times." ”

"Hey, forget it." Vincent lamented, "It's almost dawn, we need to rest, Martin." ”

"Tomorrow Inspector Louis and Miss Ruili will replace the two of us." Vincent slumped into his chair in exhaustion, drinking the last bit of it.

Martin walked slowly, thinking as he went, as Vincent felt as if something was hiding from him.

Martin asked, "Vincent, do you have any new plans for tomorrow?" ”

"I—" Vincent stopped suddenly.

Martin looked closely into Vincent's eyes and said, "Hey, you must be hiding something from me, right?" ”

Vincent was a little sorry to tell Martin what had happened tonight, he should have taken him upstairs to rest early, but he was very tired tonight.

With the help of the interest in wine, he drank a few glasses and said a few more words, but he didn't expect to be noticed by Martin.

"You won't necessarily come with me." Vincent put down his glass and said, "Otherwise you'll meet the one you hate the most." ”

"Nasty people? That stinky dwarf? Martin thought for a moment and said.

Vincent nodded and said, "Yes, I don't think you're going to see him." ”

Martin was pacing around the house at the moment, and Wald Rue didn't want to see him for a minute, and he wouldn't have followed Vincent there if it weren't for the murder.

"Okay, I can lower my head and go see him." Martin stopped and said, "As long as his foul mouth doesn't pollute the air, I won't bother with him." ”

"Are you sure?" Vincent questioned Martin's attitude.

"Of course." Martin shrugged his shoulders and said, "I really want to work together happily, he didn't say it before, the case can be shared." ”

"He's just paying lip service." "He may be falling asleep right now, and he hasn't investigated anyone and nothing has come of it," Vinson said. ”

"Then why didn't he just get out of here?" Martin asked angrily.

"You'll have to go to his boss, to Inspector Louie, and maybe he can help." Vincent remembered what Chris had said in his hotel room the other day - in New Orleans, you should call me a sir.

This sentence made Vincent think back as if it were yesterday, and he also hoped that Waldrew would get out of the way soon, because a guy who sat back and enjoyed his success would actually dictate to his superior.

Vincent replied, "Let him fuck off?" This is not the ending I wanted. ”

"What?" Martin looked at Vinson suspiciously, and said, "What ending do you want?" ”

"Nothing." Vincent put the words to his lips, considering that he was now a student of Father Cavendish and needed to keep his word and deed.

"Hey, how did you still learn to hang your appetite? Who did you learn from? Martin said, "It must have been taught by the chief, he must have been worried about your big mouth." ”

"Probably."

Vincent glanced at Martin, replied helplessly, turned and stepped up the stairs, and then slowed his steps very lightly, he didn't want to wake Mill.

Martin looked at Vincent's back and muttered, "He's become a little unrecognizable to me." ”

Then Martin turned his head to look down at Mill, who was sleeping soundly on the floor, and said, "My sir, you can teach him magic, teach him to pursue girls, and teach him what to do when he talks." ”

Martin sighed deeply, and then he followed Vinson's footsteps into the room on the second floor.

When Mir felt the silence in the room, he sat up slowly, and he reached out a hand to grasp the bottle under his leg.

Holding the floor with his other hand, he struggled to stand up, as he lay on his side in one position, making one of his legs tingle.

As Mill stood up, the tingling became more and more intense, and he had to hunch over his waist and tiptoe, and with one free hand he could gently prop himself on the sofa without making any faint sound.

After all the hardships, Mill finally sat down in Vincent's chair, leaning back and exhaling a long breath.

After a few minutes, his legs eased, and he looked up, stared out the window at the dreary sky, and fell into thought.

He wondered what Vinson and Martin's new plan was, and since Vincent had mentioned Walter Roux, he thought it was very likely that they would go to the New Orleans Hotel tomorrow to investigate.

Tomorrow, he's not sure if he'll be able to get rid of Chris and Riley's care, and there's a good chance that Matilda will follow.

He needed to figure out a way, even if it was a few glances at the New Orleans Hotel, and he would know what Waldrew had been up to for the past two days.

And the person in the kitchen that Paulina said, the man who never showed up, he wondered if this man would be in the kitchen tomorrow.

By this time, it was already dawn, and the chirping of birds near the house, which gave Mir a headache, even interrupted his musings.

He looked at Paulina's door from afar, he did hear it close last night, but now Paulina's door was open.

"Could it be that Vincent didn't close the door?" He muttered to himself.

He looked closely again, and there was no sign of anyone outside the door or in the window, not even around the house.

However, he began to suspect that the ghost had inadvertently broken into Paulina's house, and that the ghost was supposed to be the guy who connected Paulina.

Martin and Vincent had already gone to the room to investigate, and he couldn't imagine what the ghost would have done in the room, or if the ghost had come to find Paulina.

He seemed to sense the ghost's presence, but he wasn't sure where it was, sometimes like it was nearby, sometimes like it was in the distance.

He could clearly see the door shut, and Mir was shocked by the sight, and he stood up restlessly.

He wanted to open the door and rush towards Paulina's house, and if the ghost was there, then Paulina was back in the house.

During the conversation, Vincent and Martin could never have noticed that the door of the opposite room was open, and his thick brow suddenly furrowed.

It occurred to him that the ghost must have appeared a moment after Martin and Vincent had gone upstairs, before he had risen.