Lisa turned and left the room. Martin held two brand-new raincoats, his eyes staring at Lisa's big butt.

He thought that Mir didn't understand Lisa's kindness. For such a sexy woman, Mir actually chose to let her leave the room. If it were him, he would definitely let Lisa leave comfortably.

Martin closed the door and said, "Sir, I don't understand."

"Is there anything you can't understand? Do you want to learn what happened to Ian?" Mir said disdainfully.

"What's this? She's just a free girl, not a ghost." Martin put the raincoat on the bed and said.

Mil was very surprised by Martin's words. Why did Uncle Amos accept him as his godson? He really couldn't understand. Martin and Ian were completely different people.

Mir said angrily: "She is the boss's mistress. Do you want others to grasp the problem? Don't forget our identities, Martin."

Martin thought about it carefully and said: "Yes, sir, I do not know her identity."

"I understand what you said, she may have followed the boss's wishes." Martin continued: "If that really happened, then the boss would bring some people to come up to find fault with you."

"No, Martin, there is no if." Mir said with a veto gesture: "I am beginning to suspect that the owner of the hotel may be a member of Walter Rue."

Martin nodded and said: "Yes, sir, this is undeniable. Otherwise, you can be our commander."

"Okay, Martin, let's rest for a while."

Mir took out his pocket watch and counted the time. It was now past seven o'clock in the evening. He was waiting for the sound of rain outside.

Mir and Martin discussed who would sleep on the sofa and who would sleep on the bed. Although Martin wanted to lie down on the bed, he was worried that the ghost would recognize his own smell. He did not dare to go, let alone the sofa, because the sofa could not accommodate his tall body.

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But Mil didn't care. He could choose between bed and sofa. He hoped that the ghost would find him, which would save him the need to investigate the traces of the ghost.

"Sir, if you sleep on the bed, the space on the sofa will be wasted. On the contrary, the space on the bed will also be wasted." Martin thought of an idea and said, "How about you open a room for me."

Mir knew what was going on in Martin's mind. Martin had been staring at Lisa for a long time. He didn't want Martin to do this, he needed to stop her.

"You can just sleep on the floor." Mir said bluntly.

Martin refused a little: "Sir, the ground will be very cold."

"I'm sure you'll warm it up."

"Oh! Damn, that looks like a bug." Martin said as he lay on the floor and looked at the repaired ceiling.

"It will be afraid of you, Martin." Mir gradually fell asleep, still saying: "Trust my judgment...Martin."

Mir lay on his side on the sofa, turned over, and immediately fell asleep. He didn't want to dream about Lisa again, let alone the ghost.

"Oh my God! It fell on me! Sir!" Martin exclaimed: "Get away!"

A dark spider was waiting quietly on Martin's leg. The spider did not move. Although Martin shook his leg vigorously, the spider's sharp claws were firmly hooked on Martin's trouser leg.

The spider stared with its big round eyes. Under the illumination of the oil lamp, its eyes looked smooth and shiny.

Martin saw the spider, as if it was staring at him. After a while, the spider ran away in fear, and quickly fled to a darker place.

Martin heard Mir's sound of sleeping soundly, which was very sweet. With the blessing of the two sounds, Martin began to feel sleepy.

"Dangdangdang..."

Martin opened his eyes instantly, raised his ears and listened, not knowing where the sound came from.

"Creak!"

The voice was very small, and Martin's head immediately stared at the direction of the bed. He saw the bed board floating slightly.

Then Martin stood up straight and raised his head in the air. He saw a pair of clear footprints left on the neat sheets.

"Sir! Sir!" Martin shouted loudly.

Mir didn't hear Martin's voice. He continued to sleep, and his snoring became louder and louder.

A head covered with golden hair emerged from the bottom of the bed, pupating outwards, and was about to approach Martin's legs.

"Damn it! Get away!" Martin yelled.

"Dong dong dong!"

The bed board was shaking crazily, as if someone was dancing happily on the bed, and the burgundy sheets were almost twisted into a ball.

The moment Martin blinked, the ghost quickly emerged from under the bed and appeared directly in front of Martin. The ghost's body was wrapped in wrinkled sheets.

Martin stood up in great fear. He immediately raised his flintlock gun and said with a trembling mouth: "You finally appeared!"

With a whooshing sound, the sheets flew directly to the ceiling, and the leaflets took their original shape on the ceiling, and the spider just now happened to be on it too.

"Tick tock tock..."

The spider's body was dripping with the blood of an unknown person, but the blood did not drip on the floor. It dripped very accurately on the ghost's face. After a while, her face turned into Lisa's.

Martin's eyes widened and he stared at the ghost's attractive body. He couldn't help but smacked his lips.

At the same time, the ghost's body smelled of perfume, and she tried to arouse Martin's desire. Next, Martin became very obedient and allowed the ghost to manipulate her.

Martin quickly took off his clothes and jumped onto the bed with the ghost in his arms. He enjoyed the ghost's beautiful body and even enjoyed everything the ghost brought to him.

At this time, Martin felt that his heartbeat was getting slower and slower, and seemed to be approaching a stop.

Although his head was in a state of confusion and he could vaguely feel unprecedented pain, he screamed at the top of his lungs, shouting Mir's name.

He could no longer see what the ghost was doing, his eyelids began to become extremely tired, and he wanted to sleep.

A dazzling light penetrated into Martin's eyes, and the beating frequency of his heart went from about to stop to vibrating crazily.

He saw something strange and strange in Mir's hand, and he hit the ghost's head hard, and then the ghost disappeared, and the sheets fell down.

"Sir...sir...is...it's dead?" Martin gasped hard and said.

Mir looked at the veins on Martin's face exposed. He shook his head and said, "I'm not sure."

Mir desperately searched under the bed and in the corridor outside the room for traces that the ghost might have left.

Mir sighed in frustration. When he stood outside the room door and looked into the room, the outline of the ghost was clearly visible on the sheets.

He watched carefully and recalled the ghost in the port of New Orleans. The outline matched exactly.

"Is it her?" Mir muttered.

Martin still couldn't calm down. He asked: "Who is it? Sir."

"She is a stand-in for the real murderer."


Chapter completed!