"Dear Mr. Edward, please lay down your arms, remain calm, and cooperate with our investigation."

During the confrontation, a handsome French man in a police uniform jumped from the second carriage on Bourbon Street, and he shouted, "Monsieur Edward, please cooperate."

Mir saw his old friend through the gap between the three, and he put down his flintlock pistol and put it back in its place.

Jacques Bernard also put down the gun in his hand, looked back, and was very shocked, he asked, "Inspector Chris, why are you here?" ”

"I'm worried that you won't be able to handle it, and even more so about the safety of each of you, this is a murder case with no clue, so I need to make a trip myself."

Inspector Louis Criss stopped his progress and stood on the steps and politely greeted, "Friend, how are you doing?" ”

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Mir said unceremoniously: "For your sake, I can go with you, but first, I need to fill my stomach." ”

"Please."

Chris called out to the three men at the door, telling them to wait in the carriage and wait for Mir to show up on time when he had his fill.

Then Mill closed the iron door warily, and he pulled the dazed Alina aside and said, "Listen, baby, whatever happens after I leave, you must go to Father Cavendish and he will help me." ”

Mir thought of something again, and he continued: "They are now tight-lipped about the murder, and I don't know what happened, and in two hours, you will come to visit me, I have been wronged, please believe me." ”

Mir didn't wait for Alina's reaction, he hurried to the restaurant to get food, and then walked out the door with a slice of beef and two slices of ham.

Riding in the carriage, leaning back on the stiff leather seats, enjoying the sunbathing in the wonderful warm sun, he had already figured out how to defend himself.

Chris led Mir to the humble interrogation room, where there were dim oil lamps hanging in the corners, and Mir looked carefully at the dark and damp dungeon, he smelled death, and he seemed to feel that someone had been subjected to unfair violence, abuse, and even warnings from God and notice from death.

At this moment, Mir saw two unfamiliar French police officers enter the interrogation room, he closed the seemingly airtight iron door, and sat lazily in a cold chair.

Mill didn't see Chris, and he asked suspiciously, "Officer, where is Inspector Louie?" I want to see him. ”

"He doesn't have time right now, he's busy, he's already given me everything, just what I ask you and what you answer." The officer straightened his body, prepared for the imminent interrogation, and told Mir in a very friendly manner.

His colleague flipped through a few thin pages of paper, then picked up a fountain pen on the wooden table and dipped it in a small black bottle, ready to record the testimony that Mill recounted.

"When was your house built? Where the money comes from, and your other sources of funding. ”

Mir didn't know why, in such a dark and closed room, his eyes seemed to be useless, he couldn't see any faces of the two police officers opposite, only vaguely saw two white beards flying on them.

"Hmm... The house was built two years ago by someone I was looking for, and my neighbours, Mr. Thabit and my girlfriend, Miss Massena, could testify for me. ”

As of now, Mill did not know what kind of murder had occurred, and he was worried about whether Alina had found Father Cavendish and told him to bail him out.

"Funding sources... Well..., it's my friend Ian, the job he introduced me, you should know what position he is in now, just find a high-paying job, for him, it's almost a matter of mouth. ”

Mir thought for a moment and continued to state: "I don't have additional funding sources, for the time being. ”

"Very good, then the question I will ask next requires you to stay sober and calm, and it is best to think about it and answer me clearly." The officer said.

Mir nodded in response, he wished the officer could ask any questions directly, at least he wanted to know who died, and more importantly, what kind of murder would involve him.

The officer asked, "Did you know Ian Stoddard is dead?" ”

"What? Haha, no, officer, don't be kidding, he's not going to die, never. ”

Mir was amused by the officer's very serious tone, for everyone who was rescued from the fire, everyone was in good health, and there were no accidents.

"Mr. Edward, I'm not kidding you, I just want to know who you were with last night? Or who can prove it. The officer's tone this time was more serious than the tone of the previous question.

The question came as a great surprise to Mir, and last night there was no one to prove it, and Alina went to her friend's, and the neighbor, Mr. Tabitt, went on a business trip to Philadelphia.

"Officer, may I ask a question?"

"No, please answer my question first." The officer refused.

"Well, no one can prove to me except the furniture that I stayed at home last night."

Mill had been smiling and answering the officer's every question, but in his mind, the heat had been rolling for a long time, and he didn't believe that Ian would be taken away by death, and he tried to suppress the anger that was about to burst.

The officer picked up the recorder's paper, straightened his hat, stood up and asked, "Have you figured it out?" ”

"What's there to think about here, that's a fact."

After the two officers left the interrogation room, Mir collapsed limply on the floor, he propped his head on the cold floor, he felt that the temperature of the floor was as cold as Ian's body, as if the floor was Ian, and he wanted to hug Ian.

Unfortunately, no matter how much Mir's arms were extended, he could not reach the edge of the floor, and he quietly clung his hot cheeks to the floor and wept bitterly, hoping that Ian could feel his thoughts.

As Mill struggled with pain and grief, his illness began to flare up, and as he changed his gender, he suffered from stress, torment, and pain for a long time, causing him to suffer from severe depression.

In addition, when Mill came to New Orleans, his depression was not well controlled, and it had caused some complications that caused him to become unusually angry and impulsive, and at this time, he was very eager to see Alina, and only she could cure him.

If Ian did leave, Mir's sources would have disappeared and he would no longer be able to look for the Devil's appearance.

Mir did his best to prop up the floor with his hands, and now he wanted to bring the news of Ian's death to his father, Amos Stoddard.

Only Ian's father can save him, or if Ian's father can't do it in time, he'll need to prove that he didn't kill anyone.

The first thing he had to do now was to adjust himself, so that the moment Alina walked into the interrogation room with the priest, she would be the only one who could deliver a letter to Amos Stoddard.

After a long time, the cold iron door finally opened.