Jacques gradually raised his head, his body hidden in the darkness, his white eyes very bright, and then he blinked and said, "I won't run, Monsieur Angelus." ”

"You'd better stay there and be passive!" His tone was serious: "You, squat down, then put your head in your hands and put it behind your head." ”

Jacques was silent for a few seconds, his eyes glancing at Martin and then at Walter Roux, and he did as Martin asked.

"Yes, that's it." He nodded.

At first, when Martin told Walt Roux about it, Ward Roux thought that Martin was deceiving himself, and when he looked at Jacques curled up in a dark corner, he was completely convinced—talking in the interrogation room.

Walter Rue leaned in and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"I... I don't know where else to go because the door to this house is open. Jacques replied.

Martin felt like he was lying: "What time did you come in?" Was it last night? Was it after you ran away? ”

"Yes."

"You're lying, Jacques."

Jacques acted very innocently: "It's true, Monsieur Angelus, please believe me. ”

"In the morning, I was here with the chief," said Martin, pointing to Jacques' position, "and when I came to this room to look for tools, there was no one here. ”

"I hid in the cupboard." He pointed diagonally to the opposite side and said, "I heard someone outside the door of the house, I was scared, and that's it." ”

Martin thought about it carefully, and remembered that the chief had said that there seemed to be someone in the room, and that the door was locked.

"You're the most real sheriff in New Orleans, you shouldn't lie to me." Martin felt as if he had wronged Jacques, and deliberately said Jacques's identity: "Am I right? ”

"Yes, the reason why I fled, I hope you understand my difficulties." Jacques said.

"Do you know where you're staying? Jacques. Martin said, looking into Jacques' eyes.

"I don't know, I didn't think there was anyone living here."

"It's not safe here, it's the murderer's home."

"What?" Jacques was surprised, "Monsieur Angelus, can I get out of here?" ”

"I don't want the killer to know I'm alive." Jacques suddenly stood up and said timidly.

Martin looked at Jacques's restless appearance and shouted, "Squat! Jacques! ”

"If you keep moving, I can't guarantee it's going to go off." Martin said, holding a flintlock pistol.

"It's a good thing you've met the two of us, and if the murderer returns, I think you'll be a complete corpse by now."

When Martin finished saying this, suddenly there was the sound of a man's shredded footsteps downstairs.

Martin and Walde Roux then looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on Jacques, who sensed signs that he wanted to escape.

Martin immediately strode forward and covered Jacques's mouth with his hand and whispered, "Don't move, and don't be afraid." ”

After Martin gestured to Waldrew with his eyes, the three of them leaned against the wall at the same time, their bodies shrinking downward, hoping that the cabinet in front of them would cover their bodies.

Finally Wald Rue found the door to the utility room and said, "We seem to have forgotten about it." ”

"!" Martin scolded.

Martin ran over and asked Waldrew to help, and the two quickly lifted the heavy wooden door up, and restored it to its original state completely, without making a sound the whole time.

Martin waved his hand and called Jacques, and the three of them pressed their backs against the door at the same time, listening to the faint movement coming from downstairs.

Jacques, in particular, looked flustered, his heart pounding, and he felt that death was one step closer to him.

"I have a good idea." Walter Rue whispered.

"Don't be impulsive, Mr. Walter." Martin stopped, "I know what you're thinking, the three of us will never be the opponent of that person." ”

"Shhhh Jacques interrupted.

They listened to the sound of extremely heavy footsteps, striking the stairs, as if the whole house was trembling.

The sound suddenly disappeared in front of the door, and the man's gasping could be faintly heard, and he was even getting closer and closer to the utility room.

They were getting more and more nervous at this point, fearing that they would be discovered, as Martin wasn't sure if the man was a murderer, or if the guy was a heretic, a kind of person like a witch.

In short, Martin would never let Waldrew act rashly, otherwise he would all die here.