"Damn! She upset all my suspicions. Mill muttered to himself.

Martin's gaze kept falling on Laura's dark eyes, and her gaze told him that everything she said and stated was almost true, and he couldn't see any flaws.

"Sir, what are we going to do?" Martin leaned over to Mir's ear and whispered.

"Wait for tomorrow."

Because there is another male cook in Laura's kitchen, Mir can only wait for the male chef to come to work at the hotel tomorrow, and need to listen to what he has to say.

Mir told Laura to continue cooking, and then Mir and Martin left the kitchen and headed to the second floor.

"How? Sir. Ruili saw that Mir's face didn't seem a good thing, and she asked, "What did you ask?" ”

Mir looked left and right, and whispered, "After listening to her statement, I found that everyone here is suspicious. ”

"They all seem to be lying." Mill continued.

Ruili was very surprised, this was an extremely unexpected thing, she thought that it was originally very simple, and after listening to Mir's words, she felt that things were getting more and more complicated.

"Sir, are they all ghosts?" Ruili asked in a whisper.

Mill shook his head and said, "I can be sure of this, they are not ghosts, but there is always a secret hidden in their hearts, or something they are afraid of. ”

Mir was going to take time out tomorrow to investigate the slave market, where he was sure he would find clues.

"By the way, Miss Ruili, did you find anyone suspicious on the second floor?" Mir's eyes glanced at the drinking boss and said.

Ruili opened the brandy, she put three wine glasses into some wine, tasted it and said, "Here, as usual, those drunkards come here almost every day to get drunk." ”

Mill looked at the drunkards again and said, "How do you know?" Miss Ruili. ”

"When I came down, one of the drunks stood in my way, and I helped him to that position." Ruili pointed at the drunkard and said, "He just started drinking with me, and I took a sip of it as if he told me about it." ”

Mir set his eyes on the drunkard, and in the dim oil lamp, the drunkard turned his back to Mir, his hair had not been washed for a long time, and his dry brown hair was faintly shiny.

His clothes didn't fit well, and they were in tatters, as if he had picked them up casually on the street, like a homeless man.

Mir watched his every move, and he was drunk, singing obscene songs that made the people at the table laugh.

The man next to the drunkard, who had a cigar in his mouth, took a puff of cigar from time to time, and after a while, thick smoke enveloped the wine table.

The innkeeper grinned and sang along very merrily, and even occasionally cursed.

Mir was going to let Vincent keep an eye on the homeless man tomorrow, and he would inadvertently use the alcohol to talk to Ruili, and Mir felt that the homeless man must know something.

Mir was running out of wine, and when he realized that the food he had made for Laura in the kitchen had not yet been served, Martin was so hungry that he was about to put his chest on his back, and he yelled at Laura and ordered her to bring it up.

He shouted for a long time, but there was no movement downstairs, and no one answered, and at the innermost wine table, their voices were extremely noisy, and their voices completely overshadowed Martin's shouting.

Martin wanted to go to the kitchen to see why Laura was so abrasive, and when he and Mill were in the kitchen just now, Laura was very skillful in her movements.

"I'll go, Martin." Ruili shook the empty bottle and said, "The wine has been drunk, so I'll go get another bottle." ”

After Ruili finished speaking, she slowly walked down the stairs, feeling dizzy in her head and her body shaking slightly.

She immediately grabbed the handrail and shook her head hard, she needed to keep her head clear, and if danger came, she made sure to take out the flintlock pistol as soon as possible.

Ruili stood at the last step of the stairs with her head bowed, and a tall and mighty man appeared beside her.

Ruili observed him carefully, and although the man in front of him was unkempt, he was extremely well-dressed, different from the two homeless men upstairs.

The hair is messy and shapely, the eyebrows are thick and the eyes are big, the bridge of the nose is high, the fine stubble of the stubble completely pierces the skin, the man has a long beard, and his muscles are strong and powerful.

The man's skin is slightly darker than that of the white people in France, but Ruili has no decadence at all in terms of his temperament, and is even more majestic than the French nobles.

Ruili looked at him for a while, but despite this, the man's gaze did not show any dodge, and at the same time, his eyes also observed Ruili.

Ruili stepped down the last step and was very polite to the man and let him go upstairs.

The man's eyes glanced at Ruili and looked upstairs, and he walked up to the second floor with vigorous steps.

Ruili turned around and pushed the door open, and saw that the woman in the kitchen didn't know where she had gone, and there was no food on the table.

Thinking that Martin and Mir were still hungry, she slipped into the kitchen to find as much as she could to fill their stomachs.

She walked around the kitchen and found almost nothing, however, there was another room next to the kitchen window.

Ruili tried to push the door, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push it open, and she thought that the black woman was resting here.

She knocked hard, but there was no answer in the room, and now she had to go to the counter and get two bottles of brandy to feed Martin and Mir.

She put the money on the counter and started to go upstairs, when she met the man in the same spot again.

Ruili didn't know what the man was here for, she couldn't smell the alcohol on the man, she could only smell the cigar on his body.

"Don't you like to drink?" Ruili asked.

The man smiled and shook his head.

"Can't you speak?"

The man continued to smile and shake his head.

Ruili understands that the man is a mute, and it is a little surprising that such a handsome man would be reduced to such a appearance.

She gave the man another courtesy, and the man bowed deeply to Ruili and hurried out of the door of the hotel.

Ruili looked at the man's back and said, "I seem to have seen him somewhere." ”

Ruili patted her head with her hand, unable to remember who this man was, let alone his name, so she sighed and chose to go upstairs.

"My Miss Ruili, where have you been?" Martin took Ruili's wine and said, "The chief and I are still worried that you will be in danger, so we will go downstairs to look for you immediately." ”

Ruili sat on the chair and laughed and said, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, I just saw a homeless man." ”

"What's so strange about that?" Martin pointed ahead and said, "He just sat there for a while and left." ”

"He's a mute." Ruili said.