"My gut told me I should go that way," said Wald-Roux suddenly, "it's the window." ”

Martin became curious about Waldrew and wondered how he knew the windows were unlocked.

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me, that's right."

Ward Rue put his flintlock pistol on the ground, ran to the window, and said, "Martin, come and help." ”

"Hey, there's a door, why don't we go in from here?" Martin yelled at Ward Reckless.

Walter Rue looked at the window and said, "According to the habits of those people, they never go there." ”

Martin said he was helpless and had to follow Waldru.

"What do you need me to do?" He asked.

"Hmm... Open it. Wald Rue pointed to the window.

"Why me? Why not you? ”

Wald Rue gestured with his hand to his height: "You know my... Well? You understand what I mean? ”

Martin deliberately made movements and expressions that were difficult to open, as if it were all in Waldrew's eyes.

"Martin, the window should be pulled outward, not pushed in." He commanded.

Martin froze for a moment, and tried hard, until he realized that the window wouldn't open at all.

"I think the window has been touched." Martin muttered quietly.

"Martin, what were you talking about?" Walter Roux vaguely heard Martin speak.

"I said, the windows look like they're being welded," he said. ”

Martin remembered that he had just closed the windows in the morning, and he couldn't figure out if someone had been here.

He had already suspected that Marcos was the one he had shut up, or that it would be someone else in the house.

Regardless of whether Marcos joins the detective team in the future, he needs to be vigilant at all times and need to watch out for Marcos.

"Martin, try to be as rough as you can!" Wald Rue ordered.

"Where's your gun? Nothing could be more brutal, Mr. Ward. Martin chose to give up: "Break the glass and go straight in from here." ”

"It's a great idea."

Wald Rue walked over slowly, bent down to pick up the gun, and then he glanced at several pedestrians on the road, and noticed that there was something wrong with their eyes.

Two middle-aged men watched the excitement nearby, three other young men looked at Martin as they walked, and two seductive women stood in front of their door, pointing at Ward Ruw.

"Hey, you'd better stay away from here, I'm Ward Lu, the detective at the New Orleans Police Department, and this is my assistant, Martin Angelus." Wald Rue shouted as he crossed his waist and introduced.

Since he didn't wear a uniform, he just randomly chose temporary clothes: "We're not thieves. ”

"You, and you, come here."

Wald Rue looked at the two seductive women and looked at each other, and continued, "It's you two, I need to ask something. ”

"Sir, what do you want to ask?" One of the black women said.

"Is there anyone living in the house?" He asked.

The woman shook her head and said, "I don't know, I've never seen anyone living in it since I moved here. ”

"When did you move here?"

"Yesterday."

Wald Rue glanced at another white woman and asked, "What time was yesterday?" ”

"I was a week ago." She replied.

"What's the relationship between the two of you?"

"She's my friend, who fled from Santo Domingo." The white woman said.

Martin's head slowly turned, looking at the black woman, and he always felt that their appearance was not so simple.

His gaze finally fell on the white woman, and he muttered, "Santo Domingo? ”

"You know what?" Walter Rude asked, looking at Martin.

"Of course, Paulina Dannig seems to be the one who is there." Martin kept the name of another woman in his mouth and did not tell Wald Rue.