Walter Rue placed the flintlock on the table and picked up the broken knife to look at it.

He found that the break marks were very complete, and it did not seem to have been broken accidentally. The wooden black leather scabbard had several obvious cracks, as if it had shown signs of age.

"This is an ancient knife, it doesn't look like it was made today," he said.

Ward Lu pulled out the crescent-shaped sheath with one hand, then held the handle of the knife with the handle pointing straight up. He looked at it carefully.

The outer metal at the right angle at the head of the handle is a little rusty, and the metal hand guards at both ends of the right angle are a little bent.

"Whose knife could it be?"

Ward Lu picked up another part and took off the scabbard. The blade had long lost its former sharpness. The tip of the blade was the same as the cross metal on the hand guard. There were some signs of bending, but not too big.

He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, so he restored the Sheschl scimitar to its original state on the dining table.

"Is the door repaired?" he shouted.

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

"He's gone," he replied.

"The guy left a knife behind before he left," he continued.

Martin immediately stood up and asked: "Knife? What knife?"

"It's the knife you mentioned."

"Sheschl's scimitar?"

"Yes, Mr. Angelus." Walter Rue looked upstairs and said, "This knife is disconnected."

"What?" Martin said in disbelief: "Did that guy break it on purpose?"

"I'm not sure." Walter Lu shook his head and said, "When I saw it, it had been broken in the middle, but the break was very neat, and it looked like it was intentional."

Martin hesitated for a moment, thinking that if the injuries on the body of Lafayette No. 1 did not match at all, then there would be no evidence to identify the murderer.

Also, the fact that the chief asked Marcos to play the murderer would most likely make a fool of himself in the evidence section.

Martin hurried down. He needed to confirm for himself what shape the Schecher scimitar was in now. However, before that, he and Jacques quickly repaired the wooden door.

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

The three of them stood in front of the dining table, staring directly at the Schecher scimitar. Jacques and Walter Roux watched quietly, while Martin made exclamations repeatedly.

"Oh my God! This is an ancient knife, a Persian knife."

Martin slowly took off the scabbard, then placed the knife completely on the dining table, took a look at it, and then picked it up and smelled it.

"There is no other special smell at all." He looked at the obtuse blade and said, "The knife marks seem to match up a bit."

Ward Lu said: "Mr. Angelus, I just thought of something. I don't think this knife belongs to the murderer. It must be the murderer's subordinate, or the person who transported the body."

"Huh?" Martin was stunned for a moment: "Are you sure?"

"It's probably certain." Walter Lu said: "Since he is the murderer, why would he leave it on purpose?"

"So, only the murderer's men can be left alone." Ward Lu continued.

"Wait a minute, you said it was the person who transported the corpses..." Martin thought for a while and said: "Suppose that guy was the person who transported the corpses, buried the corpses, and then used a knife to leave marks on their bodies?"

Martin always felt that something was not right there. Why were only those three people with knife marks on their bodies? Could it be that the guy's enemy or the murderer had people leave them intentionally.

Regardless of the former or the latter, the officer's inferences were all wrong, because what Martin told the officer was an Ottoman knife.
Chapter completed!