Mir, who was sitting on the chair, had been waiting for several hours, but still could not see Martin and Vincent walking out of Paulina's house.

Daybreak was approaching in a few hours, and Mir was worried that they would be in danger, because from the moment they entered the house, Mir could not see them through Paulina's window.

It's like there's some kind of evil magic or other curse or witchcraft on the windows, so that even any light in the house can't be seen.

Mir had finished the bottle of brandy next to him and was leaning on the chair sluggishly, about to fall asleep.

He wanted to go, and even more wanted to break in. If anything happened to Martin and Vincent, then he would not be able to deal with Amos Stoddard.

Although Vincent found the amulet he had deliberately exposed, it could only kill ghosts, which was ineffective against people like Paulina and Yaheng.

He hoped that Father Cavendish would come out to help, preferably because he was sure that Father Cavendish would be asleep by this time.

While Father Cavendish was sleeping, he might be peeping at everything in New Orleans, or he might be entering a sweet dream.

He now really wants to know who Martin and Vincent met in the house, otherwise they would never have been inked for so long.

He didn't want to be exposed, he really didn't want to. He meditated on the chair for a long time and had already prepared for the worst.

However, he found another way, pretending to be sick, and accidentally broke into Paulina's house, wanting to see what they were doing.

There seemed to be another person in his mind telling himself, never do this, as the people in the house are very likely to be very dangerous.

He couldn't wait any longer, so he drank the last sip of brandy in the glass, took advantage of the alcohol, stood up, and prepared to take action.

At this moment, he heard the creak of the wooden door opposite, and the door was opened.

He immediately sat down and looked away, eager to know who was going to come out of the door of the house.

If it was any other guy, he could quickly run out the door and kill that guy first, and then go to save Vincent and Martin. If it was the two of them, he would need to put the bottle and glass away immediately.

He seemed to have ignored the strong smell of alcohol on his body. He looked at the wine bottle and the wine glass, and then he left the wine bottle next to the sofa and the wine glass on the other side of the sofa.

He stood near the window, leaning on the window sill with both hands, and saw the white face supporting the black face, slowly walking out of the door.

He quickly moved away from the window, not wanting Martin and Vincent to accidentally look up and see a person standing in the opposite window. The guy in light-colored pajamas was their commander.

He didn't want to cause any trouble for them. They must have gone through something in Paulina's house, and it seemed that one of them had been injured.

He only looked at it briefly for a few seconds, but he couldn't determine whether it was Martin or Vincent.

This time he did not choose to sleep on the sofa. Instead, he lay on the ground in front of the sofa, holding the wine glass tightly with his left hand. He hooked the bottle with his foot, hid the bottle under his legs, and pretended that his clothes were drunk.

With a muddy appearance, she was waiting for them to enter the house.

"Vinson, slow down." Martin reminded.

"I'm already walking very slowly." Vincent said, "Do you want to walk until dawn? Martin."

Martin put his arms around Vincent's neck. Vincent was quite tall, but Martin felt that Vincent was not as strong as he was and couldn't help his own strong body.

"Vinson, are you tired?" Martin asked.

Martin then said: "If you are tired, just take a rest."

"I still have this little strength. I am a man, not a weak woman." Vincent said helplessly.

"But I don't think so." Martin said: "I don't want to crush you, so that I won't have you as a brother in the future."

"Are you hoping that I will die soon?" Vincent looked at Martin and asked, with a hint of anger in his tone.

"Oh! Damn it!" Martin looked up at the night sky and said, "I'm kidding you, can't you hear it?"

"You have changed, Vincent." Martin continued.

"No, I've always been like this, but you haven't fully understood me yet." Vincent didn't want to hear him nagging in his ear for a long time.

In Vincent's view, Martin looked like a wounded person, more like a little resentful woman. After experiencing such a thing, he just wanted to stay quietly for one night.

"Where is this? Vincent." Martin looked straight ahead and said, "This is not the chief's home."

"I need to take you back to the new house first, and then I'll go back to the chief's house." Vincent helped Martin walk towards the stone path of the new house.

Martin refused: "No, they will notice it. It's late at night, and I don't want to disturb them, especially Inspector Louis."

"Then what should I do if I disturb you, sir?" Vincent stopped and asked.

"Don't worry, it won't be." Martin turned his head and looked into Mill's house and said, "I want to know what happened after I fell into coma."

"You need to tell me." Martin said in Vincent's ear.

"All right."

Vincent helped Martin stagger back to Mir's house. Their footsteps were very gentle, and Vincent clearly heard Mir's snoring.

"Oh my God!" Vincent exclaimed, looking at the officer on the ground.

Martin also saw Mir. He was stunned and said: "Why is the sir sleeping on the ground? He still has a wine glass in his hand?"

"Yes, Martin, I saw it all." Vincent said in disbelief.

"Vinson, help me to the chair first." Martin ordered.

Vincent helped Martin to the chair. Neither of them noticed any sign that the chair was moved by Mir. Their attention was now entirely on Mir.

"Wait a minute, Vincent." Martin saw that Vincent was about to go to Mir's place, and he said, "You don't have to worry about him. Look, Vincent, the commander is sleeping so soundly and snoring like thunder."

Vincent had no choice but to sit on the chair, panting weakly. Martin was taller than him, and the pressure on his neck was extremely uncomfortable, like several heavy sandbags being carried on top.

Martin sniffed the smell of alcohol in the air, couldn't help but smacked his lips and said, "Vinson, can you smell it? It smells so strong."

Vincent nodded exhausted and said, "Of course, I want to drink it too. I wonder if there are other wines stored here, sir."

"Go and look for it, Vincent." Martin said, "I seem to smell it hiding somewhere in the kitchen."

Vincent searched in the kitchen for a long time and didn't even see where Mir's wine was placed.

"What is that?" Vincent asked to himself.

Vincent accidentally saw the wine cabinet that Mir had taken out before. The cabinet was in an inconspicuous corner. No one would notice it if he didn't observe it carefully. Thanks to Martin's reminder.
Chapter completed!