After the woman finished speaking, she left the ballroom area and walked out of the hotel in New Orleans, disappearing into the darkness.

Mir was still sitting in his chair, savoring the conversation he had just had, but Mir still found a clue.

What she was behind was manipulating, her tone was completely inconsistent with her own conditions, and Mir suspected that she was someone's puppet, or that person could achieve some kind of purpose she wanted.

The only thing Mill can do now is to find out who is behind the murder, and it is very likely that an unknown person is involved in this murder.

"Sir, did you let her go?" Martin stood up and leaned over to ask.

"Of course." Mill shrugged and said, "Vincent is alive, I can't find a reason to arrest her, she's smart." ”

"So what do we do next?" Martin asked.

"Go according to the plan, we don't need to think about her for the time being, life and death are not for her to decide."

Mir and Martin carried Vincent upstairs and carried him to room 301 to rest, where Mir was sure that Vincent had just fallen asleep and was fine.

He then told Martin to keep an eye on Lisa in the inn from tomorrow, and if nothing else, she would be back here tomorrow.

Mir took off his raincoat, straightened his shirt briefly, and told Martin to rest in room 320 for a while, he was going to the second floor to take a look at Ruili, but Martin insisted on going with Mir, he was already frightened by what had happened before, and he didn't dare to sleep.

Mill said yes to Martin, and he saw that Martin was honestly following him, and now Martin's mouth was tightly closed.

They went to the second floor, and saw Lisa lying on the table watching the drunks talking and laughing with the boss, she was very envious, and she also wanted to go and chat with them, and even more wanted to talk to the boss.

When Ruili saw Mir and Martin appear in front of her, she smiled and asked, "Sir, how are you doing?" ”

"Don't mention it, I didn't find anything, I ran for nothing." Martin said as he sat in his chair and yawned.

Mill nodded and said, "Yes, Miss Ruili, Martin is right, the case is getting more and more complicated. ”

"Hmm... What would you like to eat? I'll go to the kitchen and get you something to eat. Ruili stood up, looking at Mir and Martin's faces, exhausted.

"I don't want to eat anything." Martin said, "Sir, do you want to drink?" ”

"It's a good choice." Mill echoed Martin's words.

Ruili walked up to the boss and asked, "Boss, where is the brandy?" And wine glasses. ”

The boss looked at Ruili drunkenly, and said indistinctly, "Wine... Wine in the cabinet... Behind the counter, wine glasses are in... In the kitchen. ”

"Okay, I'll put the money at the hotel counter."

Ruili hurriedly went downstairs, went to the back of the counter to get a bottle of brandy, put the money down, and then was about to go to the kitchen when she felt a person standing behind her.

She subconsciously turned her head, barely seeing anything, and she continued to walk forward, but she placed her right hand on the flintlock pistol at her waist, confident that she could pierce it at any moment if danger came.

Lisa entered the kitchen, and in one corner of the kitchen sat a black woman, who slowly raised her head and looked directly at Ruili.

"What do you want? Pretty girl? The woman asked.

"Hmm... I want three glasses. Ruili replied.

The woman stood up, she took the transparent wine glass from the high place, handed it to Ruili and said, "Don't drink too late." ”

Ruili looked at the woman with a puzzled face, she felt that the woman's words sounded very strange, as if she was revealing some information to herself.

"Thank you for your kindness." Ruili turned and left the kitchen.

Ruili went up to the second floor, she put the brandy and wine glass on the table, and whispered, "Sir, I just saw a maid in the kitchen, and she told me not to drink too late. ”

"Miss Ruili, do you know her?" Martin asked curiously.

Ruili shook her head and said, "No, I've never met her." ”

Mir and Martin looked at each other, and the woman named Lisa left, but she didn't know where the woman came from in the kitchen, and warned Ruili, which forced them to look at the woman.

They went downstairs and went into the kitchen together, and the woman was still sitting in the corner, but this time she didn't look up.

Mill looked at her and asked, "Hello, I'm a little hungry, can you make some dinner?" ”

The woman looked up and said, "Of course, what do you want to eat?" ”

"Whatever, as long as it fills your stomach." Mill replied.

The woman stood up, straightened her apron, and took out a large pile of vegetables from the cupboard, and a few more plates from another cupboard.

Mir carefully observed the woman's skillful movements, and could determine that she was the cook of the inn.

"Hello, can I ask you something?"

"Yes." The woman said as she picked up the dish with her knife, "Sir, you can ask." ”

"Your name, and where you're from, when you're here, and when you've worked." Mir thought for a moment and said.

"Does it have anything to do with the murder?" The woman stopped what she was doing and said.

"Of course, I need to know everything."

The woman returned to her seat, wiped her hands with her apron and said, "My name is Laura Bertha, I'm from the Ivory Coast, I came here three years ago, and I was hired by the innkeeper, because I was the only woman in the slave market who could cook." ”

She continued: "My working hours are during the day, and there is another man here who can cook, and he didn't come today, and the boss paid a little more, so I continue to cook here. ”

Mill nodded in satisfaction, but in the course of the woman's statement, she did not show the slightest nervousness, as if she had seen everything and knew everything.

"Do you know Carah and Lisa, then?" Mill asked.

Laura hesitated and said, "I don't know, I haven't heard their names." ”

"If you think about it, they were bought by the boss from the slave market for a lot of money, and this is what the boss himself said, and they are also the maids here."

To Mir's great surprise, she had never heard of the names of Carat and Lisa in the same hotel.

"I'm sorry, sir, I really haven't heard of it." Laura replied again.

When Mir wanted to say something, Laura looked into Mir's eyes and said, "The boss's words, the chief can ignore them, please don't believe it, even everything here." ”

Mill was a little skeptical of what Laura said, and he felt that every one of the hotels in New Orleans seemed to reveal some kind of weirdness.

He didn't know who to believe now, and Laura's words made Mir very confused and puzzled by the clues to the murder, and he thought that everyone in the hotel was lying.