His head was huge, like the ass of the black woman, as if embedded in a man's neck, his forehead was covered with a small number of wrinkles, his eyes were expressionless, his gaze was dull, and even his facial features were extremely reluctant to stay there honestly on his countenance, and even broke free from each other and fled.

Although he was tightly wrapped in a dark trench coat, he could not hide his tall and thin body, and he stood in the dark, stroking his long lilac hair with one right hand to attract the attention of the beautiful girls nearby.

Mir was very suspicious of their aesthetics, and they felt no fear in the face of such a strange man, whose presence had made them lose their minds and keep them awake.

Mir saw that the woman who had just disappeared was hiding behind the man, but despite this, the man's body still couldn't cover the woman's fat body.

The woman's hair was scattered at the back of her neck, where there seemed to be a gentle breeze, and in a moment, her hair drifted with the wind, causing the smell of her body to become stronger and stronger.

With the cooperation of the black woman, the man waved his small arms, and at the same time, the smell loomed, silently burrowing into the nostrils of the women, and after a while, their posture and voice became more coquettish, and the man began to taste the women's faces and necks, and even everything about them.

The scene in front of them was seen by Vincent, and the women seemed to be crazy, looking forward to the baptism of men.

Vincent looked at him carefully, which reminded him of a man, but the man's every move was extremely godlike, like a friend he once knew, but he did not dare to recognize him, because the man's eyes seemed to reveal hatred.

Vincent timidly fled to Mir's side, telling Mir that it was best not to go near him now.

"Vincent, who is he?" Mir could tell Vincent was hiding something from him.

Vincent looked at the man again and said, "Sir, his name is La Curilla Carmen, I saw him a long time ago in the Cathedral of St. Louis, and I can't imagine why he is like this. ”

"La Curilla? Could it be aliens?" Mir looked at Raculilla's head and muttered to himself.

Mir had never heard of such a strange name, and there was no record of any magical race in the books.

Mill asked, "Vincent, is he the devil?" ”

"No, a few years ago I heard from one of the churchgoers that he seemed to be a wizard, like Martin, from Saint-Domingue, and I don't know what he had been through in the last few years, or what treachery he had done, otherwise he would never have been here in such a unique appearance." Vincent thought for a moment and said.

Mir always felt that the perfume was very likely to have something to do with La Curilla, and the friend the woman was talking about should be him, La Curilla Carmen.

He couldn't guess why Lacurilla was going to do it to women, what his purpose was, and what the source of his hatred was.

More likely to be the person who made the perfume was not La Curilla, but a third party, and he needed to find an excuse for Chris to take the woman to the police station's interrogation room for a seat.

As Mir and Vincent were about to leave, Lacurilla stopped Mir.

"Mr. Edward, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Lacurilla shouted.

Mir looked back and asked suspiciously, "Are you calling me?" ”

La Curilla dispersed the women in front of him and said, "Yes, it's you, my Mr. Edward. ”

"Oh! No! Please don't call me that. Mir was annoyed and said, "I don't know you, and I don't want to know who you are." ”

Raculila walked up to Mir and said, "I know what you're looking for, I can help you." ”

"What am I looking for? Respect Mr. Ugly. Mir said with a shrug.

"Perfume." La Curilla raised his palms insidiously, threw the scent off his body in front of Mir and said, "Isn't it? ”

Mir held his breath for an instant, he was worried that he would fall for La Curilla's conspiracy, and stared at La Curilla angrily and said, "What are your conditions? ”

Rakurila laughed, and Mir's brilliant mind surprised him so much that he was so surprised that he hid his shock with a smile.

"I have to say, you're smart, and I seem to be looking the other way at you." Lacurilla quickly changed his expression and said indifferently: "I don't have any conditions for the time being. ”

Rakurila was a sanctimonious look, even more terrible than a hypocrite, and Mir didn't want anything to do with him, whatever his intentions.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Ugly, but I can do this myself, I don't need any help from you." Mill said with a smile.

"Okay, though, I need to correct that I'm not called Mr. Ugly." Then he put his arms around a blonde woman passing by, smelled the scent of the woman, and said, "Mr. Edward, remember my name, La Curilla Carmen, and I think that you will come back to me in the future, or someday." ”

He turned, wrapped his arms around the women's thin waists, and disappeared around the corner of the hallway, and the women miraculously disappeared as if they had never appeared.

Next, Mir needs to go to Father Adrian Cavendish for help, and it is only through Father Priest that he can truly understand the identity of La Curla, and perhaps there is some kind of connection between La Curilla and the ghost.

"Let's go, Vincent, don't be in a daze." Mir shouted.

Vincent came back to his senses and said, "Where are we going?" Sir. ”

"Go get something to eat and fill your stomach first, and then go to another person for help."

Mir and Vincent walked out of the door of the Custom House, and Mir asked Vincent to find a carriage, which Mir had to use to get back to the hotel, and he didn't want to be seen.

Vincent asked, "The other?" ”

"Yes, you've probably heard his name." Mill replied, leaning on the leather seat of the carriage.

"Mr. Edward, I have very few friends, and I don't know who you're talking about." Vincent shook his head and said.

Mir was a little tired, closed his eyes and said, "It's Father Adrian Cavendish who is highly respected." ”

Vincent couldn't believe the man Mill was talking about, and if he wanted to see Father Cavendish in the church, he would have to be at least above the management level to have the privilege of seeing Father Cavendish with his face.

Vincent exclaimed, "Oh my God! Where is he? I've only heard his name and never seen what he looks like. ”

"Ordinary people like us can't get close to Father Cavendis." Vincent saw that Mir was about to rest, and did not make any reply, he continued: "Sir, I am a little curious, what kind of method did you use to visit Father Cavendish at will, your status is not a general, let alone the administrator of the priesthood, you are only a detective. ”

"I don't need anything, Vincent, but loyalty." Mill said.