Martin and Vincent began their way to the New Orleans Hotel in a carriage, and the slight shaking of the carriage caused them to fall asleep very quickly.

They slept so late last night that they fell asleep when they first walked out of their new house.

After a long time, the carriage stopped, and Vincent opened his eyes, which were bloodshot, and he was now eager to find a random room in the inn and sleep peacefully.

And Martin was still asleep, and he was dreaming that the chief was cured, and when they came to the hotel to investigate, the chief appeared in the hotel.

"Martin, we're here." Vincent tried to wake Martin up.

Martin's eyelids were extremely tired, and he opened them in pain and forcefully said, "So fast?" ”

"Let's go, Martin." Vinson said, "Later, we might meet Walter Roux, and we might meet Inspector Louie." ”

"No, I'd like him to come, so I can blow Waldrue away." Martin rubbed his eyelids and said.

Martin and Vincent immediately jumped out of the carriage and went to the door of the New Orleans inn, where they watched as Wald Roux set up control of the inn.

They only saw four men guarding the door of the hotel at the door, and as for the other police officers, they saw none of them.

"Let's go inside." Martin said, looking at the gloomy sky.

Vincent followed Martin to glance at the sky, then he nodded, Martin at the front, Vincent close behind.

The four men who guarded did not stop Martin and Vincent, they thought that they had come to live in the hotel, so they simply did not question them in any way, but only glanced at them a few times, and then let them into the hotel, and opened the door for them themselves.

Martin and Vincent glanced at each other, their eyes full of surprise, and then smiled at each other, and entered the hotel.

Martin and Vinson thought at first that if they went in like this, they would be questioned by four police officers, but they had not yet figured out how to express it.

"It seems that Wald Rue didn't give them an account at all." Vincent whispered.

Martin shook his head and said, "No, I think it must have been confessed, it should be that they would never think that we would come here to investigate." ”

"When I came the night before, someone really asked me what I was doing at the hotel." Martin continued.

"And what do you say?" Vincent asked.

"I directly said that the chief ordered me to come here to pick up things, and they just touched my body to see if there were any other tools for committing crimes." Martin suddenly remembered and said: "They should have changed positions, today is the face of four police officers, not a group of people from that day." ”

As Martin was about to walk up the stairs, he turned his head to look at the kitchen, where the door was open and he saw Laura still sitting in the corner.

This time Laura didn't keep her head down like last time, she was looking directly at Martin and into Martin's eyes.

This surprised Martin a little, and when he came that night, Laura had her head down, and Martin had been observing her for a while, and she didn't even realize that she was observing her.

Vincent, who was behind Martin, almost bumped into Martin's body and said, "Hey, what are you doing there?" ”

Martin immediately turned around and went straight to the second floor, he didn't say anything, he had a vague premonition in his heart.

It always felt like something was going to happen today, but he hoped that under the control of Wald Lu, there would be another murder, so that the chief could return to the hotel to continue his investigation.

Martin stopped on the second floor, and when he looked at the tavern and restaurant areas, there was no one.

"Where have all the people gone?" Martin asked.

Vincent followed Martin's gaze and said, "Is there a problem?" ”

"The drunks are gone." Martin recalled: "That day, I drank with the Commander and the drunks, and they told us that they would come here almost every night to drink. ”

Vincent looked at his pocket watch and said, "What time is it, maybe they've left." ”

"No way, the time was just right when we left the hotel that day." Martin had begun to suspect that the hotel had this problem.

"Vincent, didn't you just ask me what I was doing?" Martin said, "You know what I just saw? ”

Vincent turned his head to stare at Martin and said, "What do you see?" ”

"It's Laura, she was looking at me just now, looking at me directly, and I panicked when she saw me." Martin snorted softly and said, "I feel like she knows we're here." ”

Vincent frowned slightly and said, "How can outsiders know about this matter?" ”

"Besides, none of our neighbors live there." Vinson said, "Who could be eavesdropping on our conversation?" ”

Martin immediately thought of ghosts, and there really was no one other than ghosts who could wander around the room silently, or even unnoticed.

"I now suspect that the ghost must be in Paulina's house." Martin reasoned.

"I don't think so, Martin." Vincent retorted, "Paulina's house was left together, and the time was approaching dawn. ”

"Why didn't you see Waldrew and the officers? Is something happening again? Vincent's heart also had the same signs as Martin.

"Let's go, let's go to the third floor first." After speaking, Martin hurried up to the third floor.

Martin and Vincent stood in the hallway, staring at everything in front of them, and both felt that the scene in front of them was a little incredible.

Although the sky was gloomy, the scene in the hallway was extremely dark, pitch black, with no fingers visible, and a little strangely quiet.

Vincent could only see Martin's white teeth fighting, especially the window at the forefront, which was open, and the light source outside the window was completely invisible, as if something was completely obscuring it.

"Martin, we seem to have broken into somewhere else, it doesn't look like a hotel at all." Vincent said vigilantly.

"Let's find a way to light the oil lamp first." "I always think there's something weird about the hotel," Martin said. ”

"Wait, Martin." Vincent grabbed Martin's arm and said, "Look over there." ”

Martin followed Vincent's voice and looked in the direction, and he saw a door ajar, and a faint light reflected in the room.

"Who could be there?" Martin questioned.

Vinson replied, "Could it be Walter Rue?" ”

"Will he sleep with the door open?" Martin took a step forward, removed his flintlock pistol, and said, "Vinson, all I can say is that my hunch is extremely strong, and the room does not look like there is a living person. ”