"Listen, there's no movement downstairs." Jacques pressed his ear to the wooden door and said with his fat body against the door.

Martin asked, "Can you be sure?" Jacques. ”

"I don't know." Jacques shook his head and said, "I have a feeling that guy should have left." ”

"Wait, it's possible that guy did it on purpose, waiting for us to take the bait." Martin also followed Jacques to the wooden door and listened: "If that guy does leave, we need to get out of here quickly." ”

Wald Rue couldn't wait to ask, "Can we go?" ”

"As I said, Mr. Ward, not yet." Martin glanced at him and said.

Waldrew said in frustration: "Okay. ”

"That guy is closed." Jacques said suddenly.

"Yes, wait."

Martin closed his eyes slightly, listening silently to everything outside the door, eager to determine if there was the faint footsteps and breathing of the guy on the first floor.

After a long while, Martin slowly opened his eyes, and he said, "We can leave, but we'd better take our steps a little lighter, and the door to the utility room needs to be restored." ”

Martin began to tell Jacques to help him fix the wooden door, and then told Wald Rue to go downstairs and see what the guy was doing on the first floor.

Martin and Jacques opened the wooden door first, and Wald Rue took off his flintlock pistol, checked the ammunition by the way, drew the safe, and walked out with a cautious stride with the flintlock pistol.

He poked his head out and glanced at the ends of the door, then he quickly rushed to Kra's room, and after looking around, he immediately turned his head to look at Martin and Jacques, nodded his head, and motioned to them that the second floor was safe.

Martin motioned for Waldrue to look at the stairs, holding the door with one hand, removing the flintlock pistol with the other, and asking Jacques to help with the insurance.

Waldrew pressed his back against the door, his head tilted outward, his hands clenched in his flintlock pistol, and he suddenly felt his heart beat a little faster.

Martin stared into Wald Rew's eyes and ordered him to hurry.

Waldrew began to breathe and quickly turned and ran to the top of the stairs, his gun pointed downstairs with both hands, his eyes scanning all the places where he could hide.

Finally he turned around, shook his head, and told the two behind him that the guy had really left.

However, Walde Ru did not let his guard down, and walked lightly, step by step.

When he reached the middle of the staircase, he noticed that there was an extra thing on the table, so he looked closely, and saw that it looked like a knife, a broken knife.

Wald Rue continued to walk slowly down the stairs until he was sure that there was no one on the first floor, and then he came to the table, observing the knife he knew well.

"Scher's cutlass?" Walter Rue muttered, "Why did it break?" ”

Waldroux remembered Martin's conversation with himself in the interrogation room: "It seems that what he said is true. ”

Wald Rue was thinking, "If that guy is really the murderer, why did such an important thing be placed here, did he forget to take it?" Or is that guy not a murderer at all? ”

He paced around the table, his mind constantly thinking, and when he stopped, he noticed a suspicious question.

Because Martin had mentioned before that there was a knife on the body of Lafayette No. 1's dead body, he began to guess that the guy was most likely the one who transported the body, and it would never have been left by the murderer.

It is not the murderer who is stupid, but the murderer's men.