Ward Roux made a brief turn on the first floor, barely seeing any suspicious signs, and then he stepped up the stairs and let Martin continue to follow him.

Martin glanced at the table, his eyes staring at the only trace on the glass, which was very obvious, but Waldrue did not notice.

In addition, he noticed that the tableware on the table seemed to have been moved, and except for the position of the wine glass, the other tableware seemed to be out of order.

Because in the morning and when the chief came, they were all arranged in the order of meals.

Martin thought about it carefully, and he thought that there must be another person in this house, and it would never be the same person before.

"Could it be Marcos?" Martin muttered.

"What are you looking at? Martin. Standing on the stairs, Wald Rue asked, "Or did you find something?" ”

"I didn't find anything, I just had a feeling."

"Feelings?"

Martin nodded and said, "Yes, I felt the image of the murderer eating at the table." ”

"Your imagination is so rich."

"Thanks, maybe I'm a genius, when it comes to detection, Mr. Walder."

"Follow me, I want to see what's on the second floor."

Wald Roux and Martin entered the second floor at the same time, and Wald Roux observed where Lisa lived, took a brief look, and then slowly moved his steps to Kra's room.

He saw the arrangement of tables and chairs in the room, as well as the candlesticks and lamps on the table, and a mirror.

When he looked behind him, he was stunned.

"OMG!"

"No, it can't be, it can't be!"

Martin stood in the doorway and saw Walter Rud's shocked appearance, and asked, "Mr. Walder, what happened?" ”

"Martin, look." Wald Rue said, pointing to the crumpled wall.

"Oh! My God! What is it? Martin exclaimed.

Martin remembers the first time he came here, and he didn't come in, and that day he went to the utility room opposite.

"It's like a mark, it's more like a symbol." Walter Rue said with reservations.

"The people in the house were killed, and the murderer deliberately left a mark, is that so?" Martin frowned and looked closer, "Mr. Walder, how do I feel like the mark of the curse?" ”

Wald Loot knew that Martin had guessed correctly, but he didn't want to tell Martin about it, so he deliberately asked, "Have you seen it?" ”

"Never." Martin shook his head and said, "It's the first time I've seen this thing." ”

Martin chose to stand behind Walter Rue again, and when he watched again, he noticed that the scratch was a bit like Sibylla's masterpiece.

"Did Sibylla kill Kra and Lisa?"

The chief of the room had already seen it, and Martin had thought that the traces had been deliberately left, or that the traces were real, or that someone had only lost half of them.

At this moment, Martin's mind was full of question marks, and when he returned, he needed the chief to check whether the imprint was the same as what he saw today.

"Alright, Martin, the bloodstained symbol doesn't seem to be useful at all, and it may even interfere with our investigation of clues."

After saying this, Wald Rue immediately walked to the utility room opposite, but Martin faintly saw a little cold sweat overflowing from Wald Rue's forehead.

"What is he afraid of?" Martin glanced over his head at the trace: "Is he hiding it?" ”

"Hey! Martin! Come here! ”

Martin heard Waldrew whispering and turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"There seems to be someone in the house!"