Vincent was extremely likable in front of Matilda, and his next series of actions made Matilda giggle.

Despite this, Mir's eyes were still fixed on the window, and he didn't want to spoil this communication between Vincent and Matilda.

Although Mir admired Matilda's beauty, in his heart, there was no room for any other woman except Alina.

He thinks it's time for Vincent to find a girlfriend, preferably with his big mouth, and he wants Matilda to do it.

The carriage drove slowly down another path, as if a century had passed, and Mir was fascinated by the other direction from the window.

He saw Chris in a daze in a hidden corner near the police station, while Walde Roux stood beside him, and Wald Roux was muttering incessantly.

They seemed to be talking about some plan, and maybe even after a while, they would go to the New Orleans Hotel, and Mill seemed to have forgotten to make a plan for Walter Lu's gang.

In order not to cause any accidents to both parties, he immediately sat upright, closed his eyes, and imagined the layout of the construction drawings in his mind.

When Mill opened his eyes, the carriage had stopped in front of the New Orleans Hotel, and Vincent and Matilda in the car didn't know where to go.

Mir looked out the window, they were talking happily next to the door of the hotel, and then Mir looked at the sky, he sensed the storm coming.

He jumped out of the car and said, "Vincent, let Miss Matilda go back, it's going to rain soon." ”

"Yes, sir." Vincent bowed to Matilda and said, "Thank you, Miss Matilda, for your company." ”

Matilda turned to Mir and said, "It's all right, Mr. Junier, can I come here often?" ”

"You can come whenever you want, and we're more than welcome, as long as Vincent wants to." Mill said.

Vincent was very happy and said, "Miss Matilda, we are working in room 301, you can come to me at any time." ”

Matilda nodded, she said goodbye to Mir and Vincent, and got into the carriage, she leaned against the window, stared at Mir's back and left.

"Vinson, you go wake up Martin, and then you go get some rest, and you're going to keep an eye on the second floor of the hotel late at night." Mir commanded.

"Yes, sir."

Mir saw Vincent hurrying upstairs and saw the innkeeper at the counter, and he wanted to ask where he had found the girl, especially the one who served Ian.

Mir straightened his white shirt briefly, and he asked, "Hello, I'm a detective from New Orleans, can I tell you a little bit about the murder?" ”

"Of course." The boss shrugged his shoulders and said, "Inspector Louis told me, let me cooperate with you with all my might, respected Mr. Edward." ”

"I want to know, girls, where did you get it from?" Mill asked unceremoniously.

The boss's eyes dodged for a moment, he pulled Mir aside and whispered: "Sir, I didn't want to tell you about this matter, but since you asked, I will tell you all of it, and I will never hide it, and besides, you must not reveal it to anyone." ”

The boss looked around cautiously as he led Mir to his seat in the ballroom area, where he ordered the maid to bring two cups of coffee.

"I invited them from the Customs House." The boss said, "It wasn't a girl there before, but since that day I called a woman with a bewitching figure, and the next morning it happened, and the woman seemed to have evaporated, and almost no one in the hotel saw her pass by the door." ”

Mir's feeling was not wrong, and he was not wrong, the woman was indeed a girl from the Customs Hall, and he couldn't identify which one it was, because the Customs Hall was filled with the smell of perfume.

Mill thought for a moment and said, "Do you know what she looks like?" ”

"It's beautiful." The boss said simply.

"What about her characteristics?" Mill asked.

"Features... Beauty is characteristic, standard beauty, ultimate beauty. The boss replied.

Mir felt extremely helpless in the face of his boss's answer, and his answer did not help the case in any way, and it is even possible that he and Chris recounted these words in the same way.

Mir tried to be as precise as he could, hoping that his boss would understand, and he said, "Well... Such as skin, hair color, eyes, or accessories on clothing. ”

"She didn't have any clothes on." The boss hesitated for a moment and said, "The hair is blonde, the eyes are blue, and I didn't pay attention to the other characteristics." ”

Mir combined with the general characteristics described by the boss, he recalled the ghost he saw at the top of the stairs last night, and it was very consistent, especially the blue eyes, which were very seductive.

However, her beauty is indeed extreme, and in this regard, Mir cannot deny it, but the color of the ghost's hair, Mir is not aware of it in the slightest, he has been attracted to the beauty of the ghost at that time.

Like the owner of the New Orleans inn, he only paid attention to the ghost's handsome face and bumpy figure in transparent clothing.

"Boss, who was the first to walk into room 320?" Mir took a sip of his steaming coffee.

"It's another maid, though, she's been fired, and she hasn't been here for days." The boss said.

"What?" Mill exclaimed, "Do you know where she lives?" ”

Mill thought that the maid might have died, or that she hadn't died at all and had fled New Orleans, or that she had found a new job.

He needed to find the maid's address, and if she did die, then she had met a ghost, otherwise she would never have died for no reason.

"I'll help you ask." The boss yelled, "Lisa, Lisa." ”

A black maid with a big ass came very quickly, she stretched out her rough palm and wiped it on her colored apron, and said, "Old Ben, what do you command?" ”

"Don't call me Ben, how many times do you want me to say it? Call me boss, or call me sir. The boss yelled sternly.

Lisa choked up, "Hold... Sorry, Ben. ”

The boss roared and said, "Please call me sir!! ”

Lisa was reprimanded by her boss and tried to hold back her sobs, she trembled and said, "Yes, Ben, it's sir." ”

"You have a very good relationship with Kra, and Mr. Detective Edward wants her address and wants to pay a visit." The boss said.

"Yes, sir." She clutched her apron very nervously and said, "Mr. Detective, I'll send the address to your room when I'm busy with my work later." ”

"It's hard work, Miss Lisa." Mill said: "The room number is 320, remember to knock three times when you send it." ”

"I... I don't dare go, Mr. Detective. Lisa said terrified.

"Why?" Mill asked.

"Because Carat died two days ago." Lisa whispered.