Wald Roux placed the flintlock pistol on the table and picked up the broken knife to look at it.

He found that the fracture was very complete, not as if it had been accidentally broken in some way, and that the wood-black leather scabbard had several obvious cracks, as if it were a sign of age.

"It's an old knife, not like it's made now." He said.

Wald Rue pulled out the scabbard at the end of the crescent moon with one hand, then grasped the hilt, the head of the knife standing upright, and he looked at it carefully.

The outer metal of the right-angled part of the shank is a little rusty, and the metal handguards at the right-angled ends are a little curved.

"Who will this knife belong to?"

Wald Roux picked up another part and removed the scabbard, the blade had long since lost its former sharpness, the tip of the knife was the same as the cross metal of the gauntlet, and there were some signs of bending, but it was not too large.

He pondered for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he restored the Schersch's cutlass to its original appearance on the table.

"Is the door fixed?" He shouted.

"Soon." Martin asked, "Mr. Ward, is that guy gone?" ”

"He's fucking off." He replied.

"That guy left a knife before leaving." He continued.

Martin immediately stood up and asked, "Knives?" What knife? ”

"It's the knife you said."

"Scher's scimitar?"

"Yes, Mr. Angelus." Wald Rue looked upstairs and said, "This knife is broken." ”

"What?" Martin said incredulously, "Did that guy break it on purpose?" ”

"I'm not sure." Wald Rue shook his head and said, "When I saw it, it was already broken in the middle, but the break was so neat that it looked like it was deliberate. ”

Martin hesitated, thinking that the wounds on Lafayette One's body did not match at all, then there would be no evidence to identify the killer.

Also, the matter of the chief letting Marcos play the murderer is very likely to make a fool of himself in the evidence part.

Martin hurried down, he needed to see for himself what shape the Scher's scimitar was now, but before that, he quickly repaired the wooden door with Jacques.

At the same time, Jacques followed Martin downstairs, and Jacques was also curious and wanted to take a look.

The three of them stood at the table, staring straight at the Scher cutlass as Jacques and Waldroux watched silently, while Martin let out a series of exclamations.

"OMG! This is an ancient knife, the Persian knife. ”

Martin slowly removed all the scabbards, then placed them all on the table, looked at them, and then picked them up and sniffed them.

"There is no other special taste at all." He looked at the obtuse blade and said, "The scars seem to match a little." ”

"Mr. Angelus, I just thought that this knife would not have been the murderer's, it must have been the murderer's men, or the man who transported the body. ”

"Huh?" Martin was stunned for a moment: "Can you be sure?" ”

"Probably certain." Wald Roux said: "Since it is a murderer, why deliberately leave it. ”

"So, only the murderer's men can lose everything." Wald Rue continued.

"Wait a minute, you said it was the one who transported the corpses..."Martin thought for a moment and said, "Suppose that guy is transporting corpses, burying the corpses, and then using a knife to leave marks on their bodies?" ”

Martin always felt that something was wrong there, why only those three people had knife marks, could it be that guy's enemy, or the murderer had someone deliberately leave it.

Whether it was the former or the latter, the chief's reasoning was all wrong, because what Martin told the commander was the Ottoman sword.