Chris didn't know if doing this would hurt Cummins again.

As if to see Chris's reluctance, the experienced Paul explained:

"There is no way, the longer the days drag, the more difficult it will be to solve this kind of case. ”

Chris also knew that Paul was right, so he could only nod and say:

"Well, let's go to Cummins' aunt's house now and see if we can get some clues. ”

Following the address on the file, the three men went to Mrs. Keith, the aunt of Cummins, who lived at 11 rue Etienne.

Her husband, Milson Keith, was the steward of a nearby factory, so the family seemed to be much better off than Kiplin's, who in fact had been introduced to him by Milson.

Knock! Knock!

After knocking on Mrs. Keith's door, the three Chris, who identified themselves as police officers, were ushered into the living room.

Because Milson was away to work in the factory, there were only Mrs. Keith, Cummins, who had just been brought in for two days, and Mrs. Keith's only daughter, Erica, who was 5 years old.

Mrs. Keith brought Cummins from the bedroom to the three Chris, but no matter what Paul asked, Cummins didn't say a word, and Mrs. Keith sent Cummins back to the bedroom, but the door was not closed.

After a few brief questions about Cummins' current situation, Paul went straight to the point:

"May I ask Mrs. Keith, do you know the exact cause of death of Cummins' mother and his two brothers?" Although the dossier states that he committed suicide with gas, Paul felt it necessary to confirm it.

Compared with most women in the West Side who are rude due to their cultural upbringing and living environment, probably because her husband is a factory manager, Mrs. Keith is a well-maintained middle-aged beautiful woman who speaks softly and gently.

I saw Mrs. Keith's expression showing sadness, and she glanced at Cummins and Erica who were staying in the bedroom, and said in a bitter tone:

"The police told me that the gas valve in the kitchen had been tampered with, and that the doors and windows of their room had been locked from the inside, and that they were undoubtedly committing suicide...... How can Sister Jima be so stupid, she is the mother of three children!"

"And do you know the news that her husband Kiplin died after falling into the river?" Paul professionally took out his notebook and recorded it, while Jeffrey closed his eyes and carefully sensed the presence of spirits around him, while Chris observed Cummins in the bedroom.

Even though Erica was with her, Mrs. Keith was worried about the quiet Cummins, so she opened the bedroom door.

Of course, the living room was far away from the bedroom, so Cummins and Erica couldn't hear their conversation.

"I only found out when I went to the police station the day before yesterday. Mrs. Keith's expression seemed sad, "I really don't know why Jima committed suicide with her two children!"

Paul glanced at the other man's clenched fingers, and the somewhat uncomfortable sitting posture under the hem of his skirt, and continued to ask:

"Do you know that the relationship between the two of them is usually harmonious, and have there been any conflicts recently?"

Mrs. Keith reached out and stroked the broken hair from her head, hesitated for a moment, and replied:

"My sister Jima and Kipling have a good relationship, they have been married for fourteen years, at least as far as I can remember, they haven't quarreled much. ”

After asking a few more questions, Jeffrey, who finally opened his eyes, nodded at Paul before the three of them left Mrs. Keith's house.

"How's it going, do you perceive anything?" asked Chris just now, so he didn't see a spirit beside Jeffrey, so he hurriedly asked.

"There's a malice circling around the room, but I'm not sure who it's directed at. Jeffrey said what he had just discovered, and the reason why he didn't take the initiative to channel was also here, so as not to endanger Mrs. Keith and them, he only acted at night.

"Is there really a grudge at work?" and then Chris asked, looking at Paul to the side, "what did you find out from the conversation you just had with Mrs. Keith?"

After pondering for a few seconds, Paul analyzed:

"When I was asked about Kiplin's death from falling into the river and the relationship between Kiplin's husband and wife, I noticed that Mrs. Keith's fingers and legs were a little unnatural, and she ...... Something should be hiding from us. ”

"Looks like we're going to be here tonight to observe them. Chris sighed as he looked at Mrs. Keith's house not far away.

Because of Jeffrey's keen sense of malice and resentment, they decide to act at night. Obviously, such a tragic case is not as simple as it seems on the surface, so is it man-made or resentful spirits behind it?

After returning home for dinner at 6 o'clock, Chris and the three returned to 11 rue Etienne and watched the movement inside from outside the door.

By this time the man Milson Keith had returned, and although Cummins still refused to speak, he barely ate supper under the care of Mrs. Keith.

After 11 p.m., Milson and his wife slept in the bedroom, while Cummins slept in the other bedroom with his cousin Erica.

The three of Chris secretly used Wayne's key to open the courtyard door, secretly squatted under the window of their house, and quietly observed everything inside through the crimson moonlight and spiritual vision outside the window.

At 12 o'clock in the night, Jeffrey suddenly raised his right hand, and under his signal, Chris also vaguely felt that there seemed to be a malicious intent approaching around him.

Immediately, except for Paul, who was less visual, Chris and Jeffrey saw a blurred figure walking through the room and into the bedroom where Cummins was.

"It's a grudge. Jeffrey said in a low voice.

"Is he the killer of the Kiplins?" asked Chris in a whisper.

At this moment, this resentful soul exuding resentment quietly lay on the bed after all.

The trio outside the window saw the Wraith stretch out his hands, and just as he was about to jam Cummins' neck, Jeffrey made a move.

I saw Jeffrey quickly take out the revolver in his arms, load a special soul-breaking bullet into the magazine and roar, and shoot at the vague resentful spirit.

Silver bullets shot silently out of the pistol in an instant, swiftly through the window like a phantom, and struck the head of the resentful spirit inside.

"Roar!"

A silent howl emanated from the wraith's mouth, and although it was inaudible to ordinary people, the three of Chris, who were spiritual, could clearly hear its roar.

At Jeffrey's signal, the three hurriedly retreated.

Sure enough, I saw that the wounded resentful spirit immediately gave up killing Cummins, and instantly attacked the three Chris through the window.