Martin and Mir stood in the doorway for several minutes, but never heard any footsteps near the doorway, and no one came to open the door.

"Sir, did you hear me wrong?" Martin looked at Mir and said, "Could it be the next door neighbor's voice?" ”

"No way, I heard it, and besides, my instincts can't be wrong." Mill said, glancing at Martin.

Mill and Martin glanced at each other, and they both seemed to understand who was in the house—the ghost.

"Martin, keep banging on the door." Mir commanded.

"Yes, sir."

Martin moved his arms and neck, and his legs, and was about to kick his foot hard at the door.

With a snap, Martin kicked the door through a large hole with brute force, and since the door was not very strong, several planks flew into the house.

"OMG! Martin, you're so grumpy. Mill exclaimed.

"Sir, this is an order you gave me, don't blame me." Martin spread his hands and said: "It's just a little stronger, I hit the door just now, the door seems to be very strong, I didn't expect it to be unable to resist my strength." ”

"You're going to scare the ghosts away, Martin." Mir fears that the ghost has fled.

Martin looked at his fist and said, "Sir, if I choose to bang on the door, or knock on the door, I'll smash it." ”

"Don't be poor, Martin, get in."

Mill motioned for Martin to remove the flintlock pistol from his waist, and then let Martin take the lead, burrowing in from under the door, waiting for Martin's body to enter the house, and Mir followed.

"Sir, there's no one here." Martin glanced at the first floor, almost the same furnishings as he had been when he came, without any signs of movement.

Still cautiously looking at everything in the house, Mir said, "Are you sure?" Martin. ”

"Of course, as long as I read it once, I can remember it." Martin's tone was certain.

Mill sniffed his nose and said, "No, Martin, there is an extra perfume smell in this house." ”

"Perfume?" Martin also sniffed and said, "The house where two women live, it is most normal for the smell of perfume to be there." ”

"Martin, you should know what I'm talking about." Mir said, observing the messy clothes on the couch.

"Yes, sir, I understand." Martin said, "The killer must have been here." ”

Mir then hunched over the dirty floor, to see if the killer would leave suspicious marks, such as footprints, or something.

Martin, on the other hand, went to the kitchen, walked around the kitchen, and found nothing, and when he walked out of the kitchen, he saw that the moldy food on the opposite table was gone.

"Sir, come here, there's something new." Martin exclaimed.

Mir heard Martin's shout, turned around and ran over and said, "What's wrong?" Martin. ”

Martin pointed to the empty plate and said, "They're gone." ”

"Is it possible to be a mouse?" Martin continued.

Mir didn't reply, he stood directly in front of the table, letting the light from the window shine on the table as much as he could.

Mil's eyes were drawn to the glasses and saucers, and to the plates, and he said, "It's not a mouse, someone has been here." ”

Mir took the glass, went to the window, and raised it to the bright rays of the sun, and he found a small fingerprint on the glass.

"It's a pity that the technology here is not developed." Mill sighed.

Martin leaned over and asked, "Sir, what are you talking about technology?" ”

"It's the fingerprints that can identify the murderer." Mir continues to look at the clear wine glass.

"Fingerprints? Patterns on the fingers? Martin looked down at the tiny lines on his fingers and said, "Sir, it's a bit amazing to combine what you said. ”

"The glass is clean, Martin." Mir lowered his arms and said, "There has been an interval of four days since we came, and there has been no dust on the cups and the plates and saucers on the table. ”

Mir returned to the other side of the table, immediately stretched out his index finger and touched it anywhere on the table and said, "There is a lot of dust on the table. ”

"The killer must have been here a lot." Mill asked Martin, "Have you seen the kitchen?" ”

"Sir, I just came out of the kitchen and didn't find anything." Martin replied.

"No, Martin, you've overlooked the details." Mill said, "Go and see if some of the things in the kitchen have been touched." ”

Martin said in the kitchen, "I've seen it, sir, no one has touched it. ”

"Do you cook a lot?" Mir asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"It's rare, when I'm in St. Louis, someone can make something that I don't like to eat, and Miss Ruili will bring some to me and Vincent when it's done." Martin rummaged through the cabinets in the kitchen.

After Mir had looked at the kitchen utensils, the only thing he was sure of was that the house belonged to the murderer's temporary residence.

"Martin, you need to keep an eye on here, can you do it?" Mill said as he sat on a chair at the dining table.

"Sir, I think you can go to Walter Ru about this, he's idle right now." Martin sneered, "He couldn't ask for such an important place." ”

Mill looked up at Martin and said, "You're shirking, Martin." ”

"No, sir, it's not a shirk, it's a relay, I'm relaying your orders." Martin already knew that this house was the murderer's temporary residence, and he could sense that there was a certain danger in the mission, so it was better to let this kind of thing happen to Walter Lu, so that he could get revenge for the last time.

"Hmm... When you wake up, you go tell Chris about it. Mir was a little uneasy: "Do you know what to say?" Martin. ”

"Of course." Martin shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sir, please rest assured. ”

"Alright, Martin, we can leave." Mill stood up and said.

Martin looked dazed: "Sir, aren't you going upstairs?" ”

"No, it's two unrelated cases." Mir walked to the door and said, "By the way, Martin, you can fix the door by the way, the tools should be in the utility room on the second floor." ”

"Sir, as detectives, another case can also be investigated." Martin said, looking at Mir's departing back.

Mill turned his head and said, "Have you ever seen a witch?" ”

Martin nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"No... Haven't seen it. Martin shook it again.

"Then you must have seen Sibylla." Mill said.

"Yes, sir." Martin's jaw dropped in shock: "What does the chief mean, the marks on the walls of the Kra room are Sibylla's masterpieces?" ”

"It's possible, but I'm not sure." Mill turned around, stretched, and said, "Martin, I haven't given up on the irregular marks on the wall, I just can't relate to them." ”

"The woman named Lisa, you need to follow her again tonight." Mill continued: "I have a feeling that the second floor should have something to do with her. ”

"Could she be the real murderer?" Martin asked.

"The real murderer is someone else." Mir closed her eyes slightly, quietly sunbathing: "It is highly likely that she has something to do with the case." ”