"Martin, you stop." Mill called out to Martin, who was in the landfill.

Martin put both hands on the top of the shovel armrest and said, "What's wrong?" Sir. ”

"Martin, do you remember the scene of the second murder?" Mill questioned.

Martin recalled: "That day, when we woke up, Walde Roux mobilized the officers from the police station to go up to the third floor, and then we followed them to room 314, which was the conclusion made by Inspector Louis himself. ”

"That's right, Martin." "Although I could clearly see the faces of the three deceased, I didn't really see any scars like that on their faces," Mill said. ”

"What I can be sure of now is that the scar was caused by the murderer himself, but I can't say exactly when it was." Mill said as she reflected on the day.

"The most suspicious at the moment is Jacques, the murderer used Jacques to deliberately prolong the time we came to Lafayette One to investigate, if so, the scars will slowly disappear over time, and even be completely invisible to the naked eye until they are ignored." Mill reasoned: "Jacques is definitely not the one the murderer wants to kill, we seem to have been tricked by the murderer." ”

"Jacques, a person who has nothing to do with the murder at all, don't forget that Jacques is the most upright sheriff in New Orleans, although he has many enemies, they deserve it, and most of the people he captures are death row prisoners, especially the water prison you know better." Mill continued.

"Sir, you're amazing, you've figured it out." Martin praised.

"Martin, this is just a simple inference, and it doesn't represent a real clue." Mir paced nearby: "The murderer didn't want to kill Jacques in the first place, it was just a pretense, the murderer's purpose was to get us to ask Jacques about the object of suspicion, and finally continue to be wrong." ”

Martin said, "Sir, I have a problem. ”

"What's the problem?" Mir asked after a momentary pause.

Martin replied, "I find that the chief has become wiser since he was cured, and I wish you would be sick a few more times." ”

"Martin, can you hope for me?" Mir sighed and said helplessly, "It's not a good thing. ”

"Sir, can you continue to bury it?" Martin sensed that the sun was about to jump over the horizon.

Mir shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course, the movements can be quick, and the time is a little insufficient." ”

Mill looked at Martin and wondered what else was left to do.

He thought of the house Martin had mentioned in the neighborhood and told him to wait until the body was investigated.

He felt the faint heat coming from his back, and after Martin filled it in later, he could go to Kra's house on the way back.

It was night, the light source was limited, and it was very likely that many clues were missed, and dawn happened to be a favorable opportunity.

In the day and a half that he complained of illness, he reviewed countless mystery novels that he had read countless times, and he had to think logically to solve such absurd cases, and he could not count on any other advanced equipment in his life.

He knew that he would not master all kinds of professional skills like that kind of private detective, and he did not have it at all in the era he lived in.

He can now only slap his swollen face and become fat, which is the only position he can impress Alina's father, André Massena.

He felt that it was enough to have his own nature, and that alone was enough to make the murderer fearful.

"That's it, sir." Martin stepped over the fence and asked, "Shall we go home?" ”

"Go and see that place." Mill said.

"Yes, sir." Martin pointed to the oil lamp in Mir's hand and said, "Sir, it can go out." ”