"Martin, is the door repaired?" Mill leaned against the door, struggling to open his heavy eyelids, as if he had slept for a while.

Martin pinned the last small piece of door to it and said, "It's almost there, sir." ”

Mir leaned against the wall with his hands, his legs a little limp, and he slowly stood up and said, "Okay, put the tools back in their place as much as possible, and never show the slightest flaw, and the door should be repaired as seamlessly as possible." ”

"Sir, it's impossible, I don't think the murderer will keep his eyes on the door, and I can even sense that he is a little careless." Martin said with a breath of cloudiness.

"The carelessness of the murderer can only be deliberately left for us to see, and don't take it for granted until the murderer is caught." "Still, it's good to let that guy see it, it's very likely that it will show its feet." ”

Martin stood up and looked at Mill, then at the door, and said, "Is the door going to be restored to its former state?" ”

"Nope." Mill rubbed his legs, he turned to look at the door and said, "That's it." ”

"Yes, sir."

Martin pushed open the door, entered the room, climbed up to the second floor, and put the tools back in the utility drawer, as before.

Then he went to the first floor, took a second turn, and finally found on the dining table, where the chief had left finger prints on the dusty place.

In order to let the murderer know at a glance that someone had been in the house, he shuffled the order of the cups, saucers, and plates on the table.

He smiled evilly, he thought that the scene where Wald Rue came here was absolutely nothing.

I can still think of Ward Rew's bulging face, like a cat in boots, or a bare cat, which has lost its majesty and arrogance, and has only suppressed anger in its heart.

Martin's real purpose was to play Walter Reux once, and for that false accusation, he also thought about returning to the hotel to conspire with Vincent, and would also call Ruili to come up with some funny bad ideas together.

Only by making Walde Rue feel uncomfortable can Martin find a sense of balance in his heart, because of the identity of the detective, he will maintain a gentlemanly posture in front of Walde Rue as much as possible, so that Walde Rue can let down his guard against himself.

Martin nodded in satisfaction, and then he locked the door, and then he went to the window, opened it, and jumped out.

"Martin, how did you get out of here?" Mill asked Martin.

"Sir, I feel that this will make the murderer detect that it is someone else, and he will not suspect the two of us." Martin closed the window tightly.

Mill shook his head and said, "You're wrong, Martin, so he'll be more suspicious." ”

"Damn it!" Martin patted the back of his head in frustration and said, "Wait a minute, sir." ”

"Forget it, let the murderer suspect it." "When he passes by the murderer, he should be away from us, or he may have lowered his hat and head, or he may be very calm and look us in the eye," Mill said. ”

"Yes, sir, he'll be weak-hearted." Martin said with a smile.

Mir picked up the shovel and said, "We need to pay attention to the people who can make all things possible, especially the eyes, which are the easiest to recognize. ”

"Sir, give me the tools, you've carried it all the way." Martin said as he snatched the shovel.

Mir took a few steps forward, turned his head to stare at the door in a daze, and said, "I always feel like something is missing from the door." ”

"Martin, hand me the shovel first." Mill continued.

Martin was a little confused: "What's the matter, sir?" ”

"I need to leave a mark on the door."

Mir finished using his shovel to leave several deep shovel marks above and below the door.

"Sir, what does this mean?" Martin asked curiously.

Mill explained: "I'm going to tell the killer that we've gone to Lafayette One, and the traces left by the shovel speak for themselves. ”

"I see, sir." Martin said: "Jacques will definitely come to you. ”

"That's right, he couldn't get far, he must have been hiding secretly, because he was so scared, and it was his mind that was at work, I understand Jacques." Mir said as he looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Mill continued, "By the way, Martin, don't forget to tell Chris, send more people, keep an eye on the people on the docks, I don't want the murderer to escape." ”

"Is it a deliberate attempt to create panic?" Martin asked.

"Sort of, if the murderer sees the police on the docks, then he will definitely become sneaky." Mill replied.

"Let's go, Martin, go back to the hotel and see if Ruili and Vincent have anything else to discover."

Martin didn't want to leave: "Sir, can you call a carriage?" ”

"Of course." Mir shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's done, it's blatant." ”

When Mill and Martin entered the carriage, there was a man hidden behind the trunk on the right side of the carriage, and he watched the carriage slowly move away before reaching the middle of the road.