Inspector Chris asked Alina and Mary to get into the carriage first, but Inspector Chris didn't follow them closely, he turned around and took a few steps forward, trying to get close to Mir, who was locking the door.

Mill had already heard Inspector Chris's footsteps approaching little by little, and after locking the door, he turned his head and said with a fake smile, "Inspector Chris, I'm glad you're here. ”

"My dear friend, Mir."

Chris patted his smooth forehead in annoyance, as if he had forgotten the resignation that Amos Stoddard had announced earlier, and said, "Oh! Damn it! I should call you Mr. Detective Edward. ”

"Thanks, you have more insight than that guy looks." Mir said with an indifferent gaze as he stared at Cole, who was placing his luggage in front of him.

"Let me see who that guy is? Who is he, he dares to provoke Mr. Detective's displeasure. ”

Chris followed Mir's gaze, and he saw that the fellow was helping Alina into the carriage at this time, because the night was too dark in front of him, under the cover of oak trees, and the bright moonlight could not penetrate the thick leaves, he could not see the fellow's face clearly.

Despite this, Chris relied on the reconnaissance methods of the past few years, he carefully observed the guy's every move, and he already had a conclusion in his heart.

"Is that him? Cole Miller, how did he get here? ”

Mir heard the question from Chris's mouth and said, "What? Chris, do you know him? ”

"No, I've only seen two sides, but he seems to be approachable on the surface, but he is very cold-blooded on the inside." Chris discovered Cole's innate habit, and he concluded that this person was Cole: "Mil, you see, his left hand, you know, how much innocent blood he has on this hand, that's why I hate war." ”

Mill said, "I just hate him. ”

"Let's go, get in the car first, or the guy will rush us in a moment, I don't want to have anything to do with him."

Mir followed behind Chris, who deliberately avoided Cole Miller's support, and asked Mill to help him into the car, and let Mir sit in a carriage with him.

"Oh my God! Chris, guess what I saw? Mill said, sitting on the warm leather seat.

Chris opened the window in the carriage, poked his head out, looked at either side of the carriage, and asked, "What do you see?" Suspicious people? Or the murderer? ”

"No, there are no suspicious people, and there are no murderers." Mill pointed to the carriage ahead and said, "I saw that the old carriage was almost full of luggage, and it was the same carriage I was in this morning. ”

"The carriage? Oh, my God! Chris exclaimed.

"That carriage is the one that the police station is responsible for transporting the bodies." Something suddenly occurred to Chris and said, "This morning, they used that wagon to transport Ian's body to one Lafayette to bury it. ”

"What the fuck! You buried Ian's body? Mir scolded angrily.

With a ridiculous conclusion, Ian's body was disposed of without Ian's father's consent, which almost made Mir furious.

No wonder Mir felt that the gust of wind was a bit offended today, and Mir felt that Ian's soul was probably wandering somewhere on Bourbon Street, or that Ian's soul was in that carriage, and he didn't want to go anywhere because he was afraid of the cold.

Mir seemed to feel that Ian's soul was very close to him, and even felt that he was alive, as if it was right in front of him, but Mir couldn't see it.

"Yes, my men buried Ian's body without my permission, Amos Stoddard didn't know about it, I didn't dare to tell him, and in order to cover up the truth, I had to make up a ridiculous conclusion to temporarily deceive Ian's father."

Chris knew he was not going to get away with it, so he had to tell the truth, and he wanted Mill to help him tell a big lie this time as the new detective in New Orleans.

"He has rejected your letter! He didn't accept it at all! I can't accept it even more! It's so stupid for you to do this! Mill yelled angrily at Chris.

"Mir, please don't get excited." Chris felt very aggrieved, his subordinates made extremely low-level mistakes, and Chris, as their commander, had to take any responsibility, even if it was swearing and insulting.

"I want you to help me investigate the ghost that murdered Ian..."

When Mill heard Chris emphasize the ghost again, with the friendship between Mill and Chris in the past few years, Chris would never conclude that the murderer was a ghost without any basis, he originally thought that Ian's death was really made up according to what Chris said.

He interrupted, "Ghosts? Are you really sure? ”

"I'm not sure, but I didn't find a single scar on Ian's body, and there wasn't even any fight in the room in the New Orleans inn."

While Chris narrates, Mill observes Chris's light brown pupils and realizes that he shows no signs of lying, indicating that Chris is telling the truth.

Although Chris was telling the truth, Mill didn't see Ian's body, let alone whether there were any scars on his body, and assuming Chris was really lying, based on his experience as a detective for seven or eight years, he could have lied without revealing any appearance.

Mir had to see Ian's body tonight, even if it was to go to Lafayette One to dig it up and re-examine it, and he had to go to the room where Ian had lived last night to investigate it himself, and if it really matched what Chris said, at least mentally, Mill would feel better.

Mir hopes that what Chris said is true and not mixed with any lies, then Mill will convey the real conclusion to Ian's father, the murderer is a ghost, or the murderer is not a fundamental human being, whether it is the former or the latter, even if Mill can't catch the murderer one day, it will once again prove that Chris's words on the letter are by no means absurd conclusions.

"Chris, I can help you, but I have one condition." Mir thought for a moment and said.

Chris saw that Mir's emotions gradually calmed down, and he asked, "Say, as long as I can satisfy you, you can put forward any conditions." ”

"When I send them away, first of all, I want you to arrange some men for me, and then let them go to Lafayette One."

Chris seemed to understand what Mir was going to do next, and interrupted what Mir was about to say: "I probably understand what you mean, my dear friend, leave the matter to me, and I'll take care of it, you just need to stay quietly in the police station." ”

"No problem."

When Mill had finished speaking, he glanced out the window, wondering where the carriage had stopped.

He was shocked by what he saw, a familiar and warm smiling face, clearly imprinted on the neat and bright window, but his face was no longer the color it had been, but white, as if whiter than his teeth.

"Did he come to see Alina too?" Mir muttered in disbelief.