"What? Phantom? Marcos was surprised: "Oh! No! That's impossible! ”

Marcos' head was a little swollen, and Laura was able to disappear into the kitchen without a sound.

"Laura isn't a ghost, she's not." Marcos was flustered.

Vincent stood in the kitchen and said, "Calm down! Max. ”

Vincent suddenly remembered what Sibylla had told him that night in Paulina's house.

"Maybe she is, maybe she isn't." Vincent said, looking at Marcos.

Vincent believed Sibylla a little, but he still needed to verify whether the innkeeper was the murderer.

Laura is literally dead, just like Sibylla said - I'm alive too, but it's like dead.

"Listen, Marcos, from now on you act like this never happened." Vincent said as he stretched out his hands and shook Marcos's body.

"Marcos, you have to remember that you are now one of the detectives, this kind of thing is too normal, even though your heart is very messed up, and it must not be shown in your face." Vincent retracted his arm and said.

Marcos was a little timid now, as if he were in a state of insanity, unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality, as if Laura had never been in the kitchen.

"Let me take a break, Vincent." Marcos said with a slight shift in his foot.

After a few minutes, Marcos looked up and asked, "Vinson, she... Is she dead? ”

"Intuitively, yes." Vincent didn't want to tell Marcos about it: "Whether she's dead or not, you need to stay in the original state and not let anyone notice it from your face." ”

Vincent continued: "Even if she comes back later, or if she stands in front of you, you can do whatever you want." ”

"I see." Marcos said with a brief fixing of his hair.

"Could she be a murderer then?" Marcos seemed suspicious of Laura.

"It's not certain yet, the murderers should be people, people like us, and as for how they were involved, this needs to be investigated." Vincent replied.

Marcos nodded, then walked over to the desk, bowed his head and began to make two meals in earnest.

However, in Vincent's mind, he really wanted to know about Laura's past.

But he didn't know how to ask Marcos, he was afraid that Marcos would have reservations, or that Marcos didn't know what happened to Laura, or that Laura didn't tell Marcos at all.

Vincent wandered around the kitchen for a long time, still not thinking of any other way to ask.

"Marcos, what do you hate the most?" Vincent stopped and asked.

"I hate everything here."

"Is it all?"

"Yes."

Vincent asked tentatively, "You hate Laura too, do you?" ”

"No, I liked it very much at first." Marcos replied.

"And then? When did she start annoying you? Vincent tried again.

Marcos' hand paused: "From the moment she fell in love with another bum." ”

"And how did you meet?"

"In the hotel, right here." Marcos's words alluded to the kitchen: "Laura disappeared for a while, and that was a long time ago. ”

Vincent felt that his purpose had been achieved: "Then did you ask her where she went?" ”

"I asked, but she didn't say."

"What? Then you didn't continue to ask? ”

"No, if she wanted to say anything, she would have told me."

"Damn! You're simply carried away by love. Vincent was extremely disappointed and said, "You need to ask her about the past, you can find a chance, and if you ask, remember to tell me as soon as possible." ”