Cole listened to Mir's constant shouting as he seemed to understand, and because of the darkness ahead, he could faintly see Mir making a very funny gesture, and he was very confused by Mir's gestures.

At the same time, the waves crashed against the bow of the ship so hard that the strong sea breeze mixed the two voices, and Cole could no longer hear Mir's curses, he just waved goodbye to Mir.

The two ships hoisted their white sails in an instant, and the crew was warning the people in the harbor not to board the ship, because the people on board were already full and they had to wait for the next one, which would be at least dawn.

They sighed and stepped back, and Mir saw three elderly Frenchmen at the back of the crowd, sitting on the floor, taking out a few bottles of wine and a few glasses from their luggage, and they were drinking happily, indulging in the clear night.

Since the federal takeover of Louisiana, the port of New Orleans is no longer patrolled by the French army, and it is not subject to any restrictions and controls, and it is almost a mess, and most of the people are free to walk on the beach, play, and even find a random spot to make a fire to keep warm.

The ship sailed slowly ahead, on the pitch-black sea, and in a moment the white sails disappeared into the dark moonlight as quickly as the ghost disappeared.

The noise around them gradually quieted down, and the dull crowd was snoring around the campfire, they were already tired of tossing, and there were a few homeless people nearby, lying on their backs and sleeping on their thin luggage.

Mir crumpled the letter in his hand into a ball, threw it vigorously onto the rolling waves, and shouted, "Fuck off! Cole! ”

With Alina gone, Mir's mood was now a little irritable, and despite the pleasant and addictive sounds of nature, Mill couldn't be infected by them, and he asked Chris, "Did you catch the ghost?" Chris. ”

Mill didn't hear any of Chris's answers, so he turned around and found that Chris was gone.

"Damn it!"

"Chris, where are you?"

"God stick Chris! Don't hide! I've seen you! ”

Mir was sure Chris hadn't gone far, as the old wagon was nearby, but he didn't know what he was going to do.

Mir glanced to the other side of the harbor, he didn't see Chris, and though Mir was affected by the sound of the rising tide, he could still hear everyone's heartbeat.

Mir could vaguely feel Chris's heartbeat, and when his eyes were fixed on the three middle-aged Frenchmen, he saw as if there was one more person among the three, and that person was sitting side by side with one of them.

Mill stepped forward and found that the man was really Chris, who not only talked and laughed with them, but also asked them for a little wine from time to time.

"Chris, what are you doing here? Don't forget what you promised me in the carriage! Mir said angrily.

Chris immediately put down his glass, he seemed to hear a hint of displeasure in Mir's tone, Chris stood up and said, "I just found a place where no one was there to relax, I can't stand the sea breeze." ”

"Come, Mir, and taste the purest wine of France, which can be bought almost at a great price in New Orleans."

Chris wanted to borrow the wine to let Mir release his anger and bitterness, but Mir directly rejected him, which made Chris a little embarrassed.

"I'm not in the mood to drink." Mill said unceremoniously.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Chris said goodbye to his father's friends, returned the bottles, and followed Mill in the direction of the carriage.

On the way to the carriage, Mir remained silent, and before leaving, Alina had instructed Chris to tell her about Mir's illness and ask him to visit Mir more often in his spare time, which was enough to make Mir's mind less anxious.

"Mir, I've done my best for the ghost." Chris said to bring the conversation to the ghost incident.

Mill stopped moving forward, stared at Chris's face, and asked, "You let her run, right?" ”

Chris nodded and replied, "Yes, Mir." ”

Mill asked, "Did you see her then?" ”

"No, all I saw was her ass, and his ass was the big one."

"Chris, you're so stupid!" Chris's focus on the ghost surprised Mir, who exclaimed, "Oh my God! Chris, she's a ghost, not a girl, not a fun-seeker, please don't have any illusions about her. ”

"Yes, I know, if you look at it from close range, she can even arouse your desires, the desires of men, you know?" Chris tries to convince Mill.

"Enough! Chris! How Ian died, you should know better than me! ”

Mir doesn't want to listen to Chris's clever words, and he wants to wake up Chris through Ian's death.

"Yes, Ian has been carried away by desire." Chris listened to Mir's accusations, he bowed to Mir and said, "I apologize to you for my stupidity. ”

Seeing Chris's sincere apology, Mill nodded and said, "I accept your apology." ”

"Oh, by the way, Chris, when will the criminal investigation officers sent by France arrive in New Orleans?" Mir suddenly remembered what Uncle Amos had said in the house.

"Tomorrow morning, they'll arrive by steamboat, um—" Chris pulled his pocket watch out of his pocket, glanced at the time, and said, "It's probably going to be nine o'clock in the morning." ”

"We need to be a little ready, Chris, and I hope you can work with me." Mir looked around warily and lowered his voice, "If you don't want the news of the burial of the corpse to reach the ears of Amos Stoddard, then you'd better ally with me." ”

"Are you kidding? Mill? ”

Chris thinks that Mir's approach is a bit ridiculous, and even threatens himself with a fatal threat without thinking, Chris can't guess what Mir is thinking, his thoughts are always unpredictable.

"We're friends, aren't we? Mill. ”

"Yes, we are friends, and as friends, I just give you a little advice."

Chris shrugged and said, "Okay, but you can't do this to me." ”

"No, I have to do this to you, because you are French, and what I need for a murder is fairness, and as for them, I'm not sure if they're a bunch of ignorant fools, or idiots who can't do anything."

Mill very much hopes that the upcoming detective will be incompetent so that he can highlight his level of investigation and that he can become a household name in New Orleans, but instead, he needs Chris's covert assistance, after all, Chris is very experienced.

"Mir, I can be neutral."

"You can't, trust me, Chris."

Mill tries to convince Chris that he understands that the arrival of the French detectives will only make the murder worse.