Chris carried an oil lamp to illuminate the stairwell leading to the third floor, and he did not see the ghost that Mill was talking about, and he tried to find the traces of the ghost.

"Stairwells? There's nothing here, Mir. Chris said with a shrug as he stood in the doorway of room 320.

"I'm sorry to let her escape." Mill slipped the amulet into his pocket, got up and said, "Open the door, Chris." ”

Chris took out the key and inserted him into the lock, he turned it hard, then twisted, and heard a "click", and the cam turntable lock opened all at once.

As soon as Chris opened the door, an unusual aroma emanated from the pitch-black room, which was sucked into Mir's nostrils, and he concluded that there was indeed a woman in Ian's room.

After Chris lit all the oil lamps in the room, he stood in the center of the room and began to look around the room and everywhere.

Directly in front of Mill was a round wooden table and a chair, and to his left was a bed, and beside the head of the bed was a tall cabinet with an oil lamp, and to the right of the oil lamp was a dark area, and there was a combined wardrobe, and to his right hand was a sofa, and next to it was a bathroom.

On the wall above the head of the bed hang three classical genre paintings, which are brought to life by the extreme rendering of the oil lamp.

And the other painting, which is directly above the sofa, is a dreamy landscape painting, very romantic.

Mill set his eyes on the landscape, which was extremely abstract because of the summer in New Orleans and the rainy season, which had molded in many corners of the house due to the long period of time in the damp space.

When Mill got closer to look at the painting, he found that in the process of separating the oil and water, some of the original scenery had been added to the original scenery with a bit of strange color, which made him feel terrified.

Mill didn't just find a place to sit down, in order not to destroy the crime scene and keep the room tidy, he asked Chris to hand him the oil lamp, he needed to find clues as soon as possible at this moment.

While looking for clues, he asked Chris about the case, and he said, "Chris, you got to the scene of the crime, where did Ian die?" ”

Chris opened the window in the room and said, "He died in that bed." ”

Chris came to the side of the bed and pointed to it, "He was lying here, his hands and feet were extended, his mouth was very wide open, but his head fell at the end of the bed, and his white pupils were almost bloodshot." ”

Mir stepped out of the bathroom and into the place Chris had described, where he used his imagination to try as best he could with Ian's death state.

There were a few puzzles in Mir's mind, first, why did Ian turn his head? Second, there weren't any bottles or glasses on the table, Ian was very fond of drinking during his lifetime, and third, why did Ian's mouth open? Fourth, Ian's room was filled with a peculiar aroma, why didn't the French police notice it.

In the face of all kinds of suspicions, Mir could not tell what Ian did to the murderer before he died, or what kind of terrible ghost he saw.

"Chris, have you ever smelled anything different in this room?" Mill asked.

Chris sniffed tentatively and said, "Nothing but musty smell." ”

"Do you mean the musty smell?" Chris didn't know what Mir was asking about the taste, he said curiously.

Mill replied, "No, it's the smell of perfume." ”

Chris thought that the question that Mill had thought of seemed a little simpler, and he smiled indifferently and said, "Perfume? What can this tell? We all wear perfume, and we can't all be sure that everyone who wears perfume is the murderer. ”

Mill shook his head and said, "This perfume is different from the ones sold on the market, it seems to have a hallucinogenic effect, which can make people's heads confused, and even produce some kind of hallucination. ”

Chris probably understood what Mir meant, this kind of sensitive sense of smell is something he can't have, and Chris thinks that Mir's nose seems to be better than a dog's nose.

"Mir, I don't know how you can tell, maybe I don't have the talent for this, so I have to admire you, we can investigate according to this only clue."

"Yes, Chris, it's a very useful clue, save it for last." Mill grinned wickedly at Chris.

Chris understands that Mill wants to use strong evidence against the criminal investigation officers who are coming tomorrow.

"I'm worried that they'll be wary of your help, and I can't guarantee that there will be any of them in the police station, so you have to be vigilant in the next action, you understand? Chris. Mill said, glancing out the window.

Mir was surprised to find that he could see his home directly from this window, and for Mir's understanding, the ghost seemed to be coming for him, and it accidentally murdered innocent people, this strange behavior made Mir feel strange.

"Don't worry, Mir, do we have a secret docking location?" Chris asked, sitting on the couch.

Mill immediately closed the window and closed the curtains, he sat down in his chair, looked at Chris and said, "Hmm... It's in this room. ”

"What? Is it here? Chris couldn't guess what Mill was going to do next, and he asked, "Are you sure?" ”

"Of course, I'm going to stay in this house tomorrow."

Mir is mentally prepared to meet the ghost who killed Ian and try to catch her.

Chris persuaded, "Oh! No! Listen to me, Mir, you must not stay here, it is very dangerous here, and I need to keep you safe. ”

"Chris, I've decided." Mir suddenly thought of something, and he said, "By the way, Chris, tomorrow you can get the police officer at the door out and let the hotel open for business." ”

"You know what? Mir, you and I are almost on the same page, and with them, the real murderer will never be here again. Chris said very happily.

"Let's go, Chris, we can leave, have a nice night."

"Thank you!"

Mir says goodbye to Chris at the door of his hotel in New Orleans, and Chris fears for Mir's safety and prepares to send a carriage to Mir, but Mir refuses.

Mir walked alone on the gloomy Bourbon streets, his sobriety and sanity now taking possession of everything, not afraid of any darkness except the flamboyant bowels of the French detectives.

He hopes to get a good night's sleep tonight, and even more hopes that Alina's figure will appear in his dreams.

Even after walking a long way, Mir didn't feel any tiredness, and behind Mir, there was a pair of eyes staring at Mir with bad intentions - the curtain of room 320 in the New Orleans Hotel was lifted by a slender snow-white hand, and she stood on the windowsill, smiling, witnessing everything outside the window.