Martin took Jacques back to the hotel, and Jacques was going to face Mir in person.

"Where's Mr. Detective Edward?" Jacques asked, standing in the lobby of the hotel.

Martin replied, "The chief should be waiting for you in the room on the third floor." ”

Martin had no choice but to let Jacques go first, as he was afraid that Jacques would run away.

Martin followed Jacques to the third floor, as the sky outside the window gradually darkened, and he glanced at the window leading to room 320, as if a figure had suddenly flashed.

He froze for a moment and stopped Jacques, "Wait a minute. ”

"What's wrong? Mr. Angelus. Jacques asked.

"You follow me." He said, "Why is there no one to light the oil lamp in the hallway?" ”

"I don't know."

"I didn't ask you."

Martin saw Jacques approaching: "Let's go, just ahead, room 320." ”

"Oh." Jacques looked at Martin in confusion: "I thought I was going in the wrong direction." ”

The door to Room 320 was always open, and Martin saw the light reflected in Room 320 in the dimly lit hallway.

He stood in the doorway, looked at Jacques, and said, "Go in, the chief is inside." ”

Jacques nodded, sighed deeply, and walked in with his head slightly down.

"You're here?" Mir overheard Martin and Jacques talking in the hallway, and immediately stood up and spoke.

"Yes, Mr. Edward." Jacques bowed deeply to Mir, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Edward. ”

"It's okay, I understand." Mir smiled and said, "If it were me, I would do the same." ”

"Let me introduce you, this is Vincent Junier, and he will take you to a safe place later." Mill said.

Martin was surprised and asked, "Vincent, why are you back?" ”

"It was the chief who found me and asked me to do something, something very important."

Martin nodded, he understood, the safe place the chief said should be Father Cavendish Priest's house, only then could Jacques be safe.

Jacques asked, "Is it really safe?" Mr. Edward. ”

Mir shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course, at Father Cavendish's house, I don't think you will refuse, right?" ”

"No, I haven't seen him for a long time." Jacques said happily.

Martin interjected, "By the way, sir, the knife appeared in that house. ”

"Knives? Schersch's scimitar? Mill was surprised.

"Yes, it's a Persian knife, not an Ottoman one." Martin didn't say what he really thought.

Mir thought for a moment and said, "Their blades are almost similar, except for the difference in the hilt, don't worry. ”

"As long as the knife marks match, there is no big problem." Mill added.

"I checked, and it almost matched." Martin hesitated: "At first I thought the chief's reasoning was wrong, but now it seems that there is nothing to worry about. ”

Mill said: "Don't worry, Martin, if the inference is wrong, we can make the mistake wrong, and the ultimate goal is to make the real culprit show up." ”

Mill continued: "There are probably only a few details that could be wrong, and none of the things we investigated at Lafayette were wrong. ”

"No, sir, we met a guy in that house." Martin paused: "Later, I don't know if that guy found us. ”

"What? Is it you and Walter Roux, and Jacques? ”

"Yes, sir, we're hiding in the utility room."

"And then?"

"The guy just slammed the top door, but in the end he gave up, left a knife on the table and left." "Ward Rouge deduced that the guy seemed to be the one transporting the body, or the murderer's men," Martin said. ”

"You make me think."

Mir sat quietly on the couch, thinking about the whole case and the clues.