"Tell me where Martin is!" Vincent shouted to Ian in the darkness, and he could only vaguely see the white kernels of Ian's eyes.

Ian said: "Vinson, my dear friend, please don't worry, there is nothing wrong with him."

"I do not believe."

Vincent didn't know how far away Ian was from him, but judging from Ian's voice, he seemed to be right in front of him. No matter how Vincent stepped back, his voice always remained very close.

Vincent was about to retreat to the window when his legs touched the wooden sofa and his heels touched the legs of the sofa. He touched the material of the sofa with his left hand and gradually moved closer to the window sill.

He thought that if Ian was going to do something to him, he could break the window and escape immediately, regardless of whether the glass was dark or transparent.

"Vinson, you can choose to believe me. I have no ill intentions."

This time Ian's voice surrounded Vincent's ears so clearly that he began to be unable to identify the direction of the sound's source.

"You are evil, Ian." Vincent leaned lightly on the back of the sofa, clutching the amulet tightly with both hands and said, "You have become a servant of the ghost."

"Yes, I did become its servant. Although I became very evil, my heart is very kind." Ian explained.

Vincent sighed lightly. No matter how Ian explained, he still didn't believe everything Ian said. At least he needed to return Martin to himself.

"Haha, kindness, it doesn't belong to you now. It was there before you died. After you die, it disappears."

Vincent suspected that Ian said this on purpose. Ian was deceiving him to lure him into the trap, and he might die here later.

"You are right, Vincent." Ian said: "Kindness left with me, but Miss Paulina brought my kindness back a few days ago."

Vincent didn't want to hear this woman's name at all. Since Ian mentioned Paulina, he wanted to ask where Paulina went tonight.

"Where did she go?" Vincent asked.

"I don't know." Ian spread his hands and said, "She seemed to be frustrated last night and was always crying."

"You don't know? This is Paulina's house. Why do you appear here and what is your purpose?" Vincent wanted to hear the truth from Ian.

Vincent wanted to give Ian a chance. If he told the truth this time, he could temporarily believe that he really meant no harm.

"She didn't come back to the house at all today. I stayed here last night before Mir and Miss Paulina took action." Ian recalled.

Vincent was extremely shocked after hearing what Ian said. Something big must have happened somewhere last night, otherwise the commander would never be like this.

"Can you make it more clear?" Vincent wanted to know the details.

Ian replied: "But I don't know what happened next, I can't tell you."

"Okay." Vincent still couldn't let down his guard, he asked: "Then you lit the light at the door?"

"I didn't touch it," Ian said.

Vincent thought for a moment and said, "Then you must know who the person who killed you is?"

"Of course." Ian said: "The murderer is the owner of the hotel."

"Why did he want to kill you?" Vincent continued to ask.

"Because I knew something about him and Laura, and he just wanted to silence it," Ian replied.

"Laura is still alive, right?" Vincent saw Laura with his own eyes behind the commander that day, and she was talking to Chris and Walter Rue.

Ian said: "No, she's dead. She's been dead for a long time."

"Oh! This is impossible!" Vincent said in disbelief: "I saw her that day and she was still alive."

"Ian, you are lying!" Vincent said to expose his words.

Ian pointed at himself and said: "I'm alive too, but it's like I'm dead."

"Really? Then light up the lamp first and let me see what you look like now." Vincent ordered him.

Only a second later, the oil lamp in Paulina's house suddenly lit up, and Vincent clearly saw Ian leaning on the handrail of the stairs, with his hands folded on his arms.

The light of the oil lamp only hit Ian's waist, and above the waist was the shadow of the light, so he could not see Ian's true appearance.

Ian was like this before. The oil lamp behind the sofa was not lit. He was also in the black shadow at that time, and Martin and Vincent couldn't see his clear face at all.

After all the oil lamps were lit, Vincent saw out of the corner of his eye that the person lying on the sofa was Martin. He looked at Ian in surprise, and then at Martin. How did Ian do this quietly?

Yes, he simply didn't notice it.

"What is Paulina's intention in resurrecting you?" Vincent asked Ian.

Ian slowly walked out of the shadow area and said: "She hasn't had time to say anything yet, and I can't find her now."

Vincent saw Ian standing naked under the light. His thick hair was a bit long, his entire face was swollen, and his eyes were bulging outwards, as if they were about to fall off.

His beard and body hair are also very long, his lips are black, his eyes are dull, his expression is dull, almost without any expression, his skin is dark and rough, and his movements are stiff, like a living dead, more like a real scavenger

By.

His head was blocked by the oil lamp on the wall. Under the dim light source, his body and shadow appeared to be extremely tall, making him even more evil.

To Vincent's surprise, Ian's pupils were changing, as if they were slowly becoming rounder like a cat's eyes.

Yesterday, Vincent carefully observed Sibylla in the new house and also played with it. This is how her eyes behave. When she encounters something she is interested in or is afraid of, Sibylla's eyes will become round.

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"You are not Ian." Vincent raised his arm again and said.

When they were having dinner in the new house today, he had never seen Sibylla appear in front of any of them, and there was no shadow of her even on the fireplace.

Ian didn't speak, just looked at Vincent quietly.

Vincent looked directly at Ian and said: "Your eyes betray you, Sibylla."

"But what I just told you is the truth." it said.

"Do you think I will believe what you said?" Vincent felt a little ridiculous.

"You can choose to believe." it said.

"Are you trying to make it difficult for me to tell the truth from the lie? So that I can convey your words to my superiors so that the real murderer can continue to succeed?" Vincent no longer believes in the guy pretending to be Ian, and he does it again and again.

of lying.

"I never meant to hurt you, Vincent." He shrugged.

Vincent chuckled and said, "Is it because I slept with you in my arms last night? Don't forget that you are a male cat, Sibylla."
Chapter completed!