"Martin, guess what I found?" Vincent gently took out only one bottle of brandy and said.

"Is there really wine?" Martin asked.

He continued: "I thought the officer would be living in a very tight situation. I took a look in the kitchen during the day and there was almost no food."

"Yes, Martin, the wine seems to be the chief's private collection." Vincent took out two wine glasses and said.

Martin asked in confusion: "Why did the sir want to hide the wine?"

"Maybe Miss Alina didn't allow him to drink because she was worried that the chief's illness would relapse." Vincent answered as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Hurry up! Vincent, I can't wait." Martin licked his lips and said.

Before the lid was opened, Martin could already smell the aroma of the wine. He wanted to get drunk, which would relieve his headache. Maybe the headache would be better after he sobered up tomorrow morning.

Vincent poured Martin a glass, poured another for himself, and then placed the bottle on the floor to his right, a little away from the chair.

The two of them then tasted the brandy carefully, and Vincent was thinking about what happened in Paulina's house. He needed to find a way to get Martin away.

What Martin was thinking about was that after Vincent told the details of what happened after he fell asleep, he would go elsewhere to look for clues to the murder.

"Tell me, Vincent." Martin took a sip of wine, put his arms on the armrests of the chair, lowered his head, and observed the wine glass in his hand.

"Knock your man unconscious, Ian." Vincent followed Martin and made the same move.

"I know this. No one will come close to me except him." Martin said, "Tell me something I don't know."

Vincent said: "Did you see Sibylla during the meal?"

Martin raised his head and thought for a moment and said: "I didn't pay attention, it didn't seem to like me."

"Yes, none of us seem to have noticed the existence of Sibylla." Vincent said.

"What do you want to express? Vincent." Martin couldn't understand what Vincent was saying.

"Ian is Sibylla." Vincent said simply.

"What?" Martin exclaimed.

Martin tapped his forehead and said, "Damn it! I remembered it. When I woke up for the first time, I did see Ian's strange appearance."

At this moment, Mir's eyes suddenly opened. It was unimaginable. Vincent's words made him feel extremely shocked, even incredible.

When Paulina took action against herself, Ian disappeared. Ian ran so fast, it must be Sibylla's work.

Although Mil opened his eyes, his snoring continued to imitate, and he wanted to continue listening.

"It's true, Sibylla said that the owner of the New Orleans Hotel was the real murderer." Vincent recalled.

"Oh my God!" Martin exclaimed again, which was completely different from the results of his surveillance.

Martin shook his head and said: "This is impossible, Sibylla is lying."

Vincent sighed and said, "I also feel that Sibylla's words are not credible."

"Vinson, do you know what I saw last night?" Martin said to Vincent.

Vincent spread his hands and said, "How do I know?"

"I followed the woman named Lisa last night. I followed her until I reached the door of the boss's house. She opened the door and went straight in. It was like returning to her own home."

Martin drank all the wine in the glass and said: "Later I lay on the window sill and looked at the scene in the house. The boss and the woman named Lisa were having fun on the sofa. It was a whole night without any rest."

Vincent frowned slightly, and the image of Martin's surveillance appeared in his mind, which he simply couldn't imagine.

"Is it possible that what Sibylla said is true?" Vincent thought that the woman named Lisa and the boss were in the same group.

Martin shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it's more likely."

"Did you ask him who the murderer was?" Martin felt that this matter was not as simple as imagined. Why did Sibylla tell Vincent who the murderer was? Was it misleading, was it true, or was it a lie?

"Of course." Vincent shrugged and said, "It said it meant no harm to me."

Martin heard a trace of regret in Vincent's tone, and he asked: "Are you pitying Sibylla?"

"Yes, it was taken away by the witch." Vincent replied.

Martin became restless and stood up, dumbfounded and said: "Female... witch?"

Martin recalled the scene of seeing the witch in Saint-Domingue, feeling unprecedented fear, and turned his body towards Vincent.

"This is impossible, Vincent, you must have read it wrong!" Martin shouted at Vincent.

Martin suddenly lost his composure: "No way, no way, she can't appear here."

"Martin, what are you afraid of?" Vincent has been with Martin for so long, and this is the first time he has seen Martin in such a state.

Martin stood by the window, looking up at the bright sky and said, "Vinson, you'd better stop asking."

Vincent took a sip of wine and said, "I hope you will tell me. Maybe it will be related to the murder?"

"No, I can't tell you, otherwise it will affect the entire clan." Martin said with a sigh.

Mir was shocked again. When he opened his eyes again, he heard the tone of Martin's words that was almost exactly the same as Paulina's.

"Is the witch the prophet that Paulina said? What is she planning?" At this time, Mir's heart was extremely complicated, and he felt that his sudden illness was the right choice.

He can hear all unknown conversations, which is conducive to the development of the murder case. He believes that the murder case is about to come to light, and the real clues and the real culprit are about to emerge.

He was very eager to make business, and he fantasized about going to France to meet Alina all the time, and the extremely happy moment when he appeared in front of everyone holding Alina's hand at the noble wedding in France.

"What happened next?" Martin asked, turning around and leaning lightly on the window sill.

Vincent was drinking heavily. After a while, he handed Martin the bottle and said: "Later, Father Cavendish's voice appeared. The witch seemed to be very afraid of the old man and did not take action. In the end,

It’s like some kind of reconciliation has been reached.”

"Respect Father Cavendish, he will be respected by everyone, because he is so powerful." Martin said while pouring wine.

"Have you seen it?" Vincent stopped drinking and asked curiously.

Martin put his lips on the rim of the cup and said, "Oh, no, I just felt it."

Vincent's eyes fell on Martin's eyes, suspecting that Martin was telling lies. Martin's perfunctory level made him feel like Martin had seen Father Cavendish's strength.

"Is this really true?" Vincent looked directly into Martin's eyes and said, "You cheated on me, Martin."

"No, I didn't. Please believe me, Vincent." Martin said after drinking all the wine in one breath.
Chapter completed!