Walde Rue followed the slight jolt of the carriage and gradually fell into a state of stupor.

His ass was half-sunk, his feet resting on the seat opposite, and his face covered with his hat, and the deafening sound of a sound sleep matched the frequency of the wagon's rocking.

Because he had been in the interrogation room for a long time, he hadn't closed his eyes all night last night, and he just wanted to take a quiet nap.

Martin had been sitting across from him, disgusted by his stinky feet, and although his eyes fell on Walde Lux's funny sleeping position, he thought that he might see Lisa and his boss happy together tonight.

And she didn't show up in the hotel today, and if she hadn't shown up in the evening, he would have to choose to follow the boss this time, maybe something else would be discovered.

"Mr. Angelus, when will we be there?"

When Martin came back to his senses, he saw that Ward Rue was straightening, then turned his head to look out the window and said, "It's coming soon." ”

"Aren't you bringing some men? What about your little henchmen? Martin asked, looking at him.

"I can do it myself, Mr. Angelus." Walde Rue straightened up and pointed at the flintlock pistol and said, "It's more useful than they are." ”

Martin looked at Walter Rew's nervous appearance and said, "Hey! Mr. Walder, there are not only murderers here, but also ghosts, and it is even possible that you will be killed by it before you can even pull out the guy. ”

"I don't want you to die, at least not now." Martin reminded.

"Look at you, Mr. Angelus, are you scared?" Ward immediately stood up, the carriage with enough space for his body: "I never believed in the ghosts you said. ”

Ward Roud's words stunned Martin: "Seriously, Mr. Ward, when I heard Inspector Louis's conclusions from the mouth of Lord Amos Stoddard, I didn't believe it either. ”

"Exactly the same way you feel now, until I actually see her... I almost died, but thankfully the commander saved me. In retrospect, Martin's hairs still stood on end.

Ward Rue leaned over, sat down next to Martin and asked, "Is she pretty?" ”

"Do you know Laura?"

"yes, I know."

"It's about the same as her, with big breasts and big butts, and the feeling of sitting on you is heavy, and there is a strange feeling of suffocation, suffocating so much that you can't exert yourself."

Martin glanced at Ward and saw that he kept smacking his lips, and his saliva couldn't help but spill out a little.

Martin warned, "Don't think about it, or you'll die, like Ian." ”

"You've her?"

"No... No. Martin became serious and said, "Don't hit her idea!" ”

"Don't worry, it's not my type of person, I like prettier chicks, at least comparable to Miss Matilda." Wald Rue chuckled: "Those are secondary, I care more about the murderer than the pretty girl." ”

"Do you want to compete with the chief for a spot in the title of detective?"

"Isn't that possible?"

Martin smiled lightly: "Of course you can, I hope you can win." ”

"Are you complimenting me? Mr. Angelus. Wald Rue said back to his original position.

Martin shook his head and said, "No, I'm just giving you confidence, don't think about it." ”

Wald Rue suddenly remembered something: "I heard from Chris, your commander has found a clue a long time ago, why is he acting now?" ”

"Arresting the murderer requires evidence, not torture, and the strange interrogation methods of your French police will only be tortured."

"The one that used to be, now has changed, because I'm here."