Mir sat up tiredly, sleepy-eyed to meet the dawn, he rubbed his somewhat sleepy eyelids, and glanced at the few people near the table, almost all lying on the table for the night.

As the boss gets drunk and thinks about everything he wants, he causes the two drunks and Martin to start losing themselves.

Mill stretched, then stood up, stretching his limp hands and feet, and let out a long yawn.

He went to the window and saw that the sun was shining outside, and he opened the window to breathe some fresh air to wash away the fatigue of yesterday.

The sun shines on his face through the gaps in the oak leaves, and he feels the little warmth of the sun.

At this time, he saw Chris and Wald Rue standing in the shade and chatting downstairs in the hotel, and then he saw a group of police officers standing neatly on Bourbon Street.

Mill wanted to greet Chris, but he noticed that there was no trace of anger in Chris's speech and demeanor.

Although he didn't know exactly what the female ghost had done to Chris, he sensed an evil in Chris's eyes.

He could only pretend that he didn't notice anything: "Morning, Inspector Louie." ”

"Morning, Detective Edward." Chris still looked at Mir in his original form.

Suddenly, the Bourbon Street police officers ran into the hotel, and two of them were strong officers standing guard at the door of the hotel.

Mir didn't know what was going on at the hotel, and he thought that the police must have been tricked by Walter Lux into coming here to catch the murderer.

Mill immediately called out to them as they were asleep, and told the boss that the French police had surrounded the place.

The boss scolded angrily: "Damn! I can't do business here! ”

The boss's angry scolding rang out, and Martin and the two drunks suddenly became much more energetic, and they looked at each other, what was going on, what made the owner of the New Orleans inn so angry.

"The nasty bunch of guys is here again." Martin muttered in annoyance.

The two drunkards saw a large group of police officers coming upstairs, and they were silent, and they did not dare to look them in the eyes, as if they were more terrible than ghosts.

The officers did not stop on the second floor, but continued to walk towards the third floor, and Mir had a vague feeling that there must have been another murder last night while they were asleep, otherwise they would never have called so many officers for no reason.

Mill hurried downstairs, he wanted to know which room had died, and what had happened last night.

When Mill walked out the doorway, he saw Laura standing with Chris and Ward Rew, Laura's expression was horrified, and her finger pointed to the upstairs of the hotel, telling Chris and Ward Reel.

Just overnight, there was another murder, which happened to be in time for him to sleep, which made Mir extremely helpless, after all, within his jurisdiction, he did not expect the murderer to do it close to dawn.

Mir stepped forward, and he asked, "What happened?" Chris. ”

Without waiting for Chris to answer, Wald Rue arrogantly moved his mouth and said, "Mr. Detective Edward, I have to question your level of criminal investigation. ”

"You stayed here all day yesterday, and instead of catching the murderer, there was another murder, and you are very responsible, Mr. Edward." Wald Rue continued.

"You can question me and have any opinion about me, but one thing I'm sure of is that there must be something wrong with this hotel."

The murder case made Mir feel helpless, and the unexpected was beyond Mir's imagination, he had already made a plan, but the murderer still took advantage of the loophole to kill.

"It's all right, Mr. Edward, it's unavoidable, it's just that the murderer is very cunning, you don't mind what he says." Chris reminded Wald Rue of his words.

Mill nodded, and he cast his gaze on Laura, whose expression was now exactly the same as when she was in the kitchen.

"Let's go, let's go see the scene of the crime." Chris said.

Laura was at the front, Chris and Walter Rue were close behind, and Mill was at the end, wondering what was wrong.

On the second floor, Ruili was still sleeping on her stomach, and Mir immediately stepped forward to wake her up, and then Mir called the boss, and Martin and Ruili walked together.

They came to the door of room 314, where the smell of alcohol, body odor, and smoke mixed together, stirring in the air, forming a foul odor that came towards them, making them nauseous and retching, but despite this, Mir smelled the perfume.

They each took out their handkerchiefs and covered their mouths and noses, and when they entered the room, they saw three very strong black men lying on a large bed, and they were extremely surprised by the man's death.

Mir had an impression of the three men, who he had seen that day in the hallway on the third floor, and had entered the room with the girl in their arms, smoking cigars.

Mir watched their faces closely, he didn't know the gang at all, and he didn't understand why the killer wanted to kill them.

"They have the same death as Ian, indicating that they are the same murderer." Chris concluded.

The boss exclaimed, "Oh my God! If this continues, my hotel will no longer be able to keep open! ”

"Boss, you can go about your business, but I need to remind you that you can't be looking for those girls." Chris said.

When the boss heard Chris say this, he immediately closed his mouth and stood aside honestly, waiting for Chris's next arrangement.

"You may leave, Mr. Edward." Wald Rue said in a cold tone in front of everyone.

"What? Shorty, didn't you say that the case could be shared? In addition, you can be at the disposal of my commander at any time. Martin said unceremoniously.

"Idiot!" Ward Lu said angrily: "Don't forget, this murder happened in the hotel, and you are also here, what have you found?" The murderer is still killing, and with your rice buckets, the murderer will kill again tomorrow. ”

"! What are you talking about, dwarf? Martin yelled angrily.

"Enough! Martin! Mir stopped the argument from continuing and was now unable to defend himself, saying, "Let's go, they'll investigate the case first." ”

Mir walked out of the room with Ruili and Martin, and he told Martin to wake Vincent up, he needed to rest more now and wait to see Waldrew Rue and their embarrassed appearance.

"Sir, are you going to give up?" Ruili asked in a low voice.

Mill shook his head and said, "No, I just need some time, we need more of a good rest, and then find some time to relax." ”

Mir told Ruili to call a carriage, and then he had to find a house for his men, who couldn't accommodate it in a small place, and he didn't want to be disturbed by his men, especially Vincent and Martin.

"Sir, are we resting today?" While waiting for the carriage, Vincent had just woken up, almost stunted by the heat of the sun outside, and he asked in a daze.

"Yes, Vincent, it's a few days off." Mill replied.

"Great!"

They got into the carriage, and Mill kept thinking that the murder would reach Amos Stoddard's ears, and he didn't know what to do next.

He fears that Uncle Amos will be fired, and not only does Ian's case not find any favorable clues, but another one happens.

What worries him even more is that he seems to have less time with Alina, four years is not enough time at all, and according to the development of the situation, at least more than ten years.

Mir's head felt a little pain, and he slowly closed his eyes, wanting to rest, to clear any distractions in his mind.

He didn't want to be ridiculed by Waldru, and he didn't want to be sorry for Uncle Amos, and he was in a depressed mood right now.

It was as if his illness was aching in his heart, and even could not heal himself, and the suspicion of the case made him fall into some kind of unhappiness.

Mir's mood began to gradually decline at this moment, and although the case was very difficult and he had put in a lot of effort, he was still unwilling.

He was looking forward to the day when Walter Rushing would plead bitterly to come to the hotel to continue investigating the murder, and he would be scared out of the ghost or he would be taken away by the ghost to the last bit of goodness in his body, just like Chris.

Wald Rue's eyes will be full of evil, and he will even be a puppet of the ghost, or he will die at the hands of the ghost and become the target of the ghost's death.

It wasn't long before the carriage arrived at the door, and they jumped out of it, and Mill stood on Bourbon Street, looking for a house to live in.

He wanted to find a bigger house for his men where they could all live, and even if it was to buy it in full, he would have enough money to pay for it.

He searched for a few houses, knocked on them by the way, and at the same time looked at the windows, and found that there was almost no one in the neighbor's house, and he did not know what the owner of the room had done.

"Mr. Edward, what are you doing there?"

A middle-aged white man yelled at Mill's back, and he turned around to see the neighbor who had been on a business trip to Philadelphia returned.

"Mr. Tabitt, I'm looking for a bigger house for my friends to live in." Mir pointed to the house and said, "They don't seem to be at home." ”

"They've all moved away." Carl Thabit said enthusiastically: "They live in my house, and if you want a house, I can provide it to you for free." ”

Mir walked over and bowed deeply to Karl and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Tabitt. ”

"You're welcome, Mr. Edward, now that you're a detective here, I'll need your help someday." Carl said, picking up Mir.

"Oh! No! Mr. Tabitt, that doesn't mean well. Mir corrected, "You can always come to my house if you need any help." ”

Karl shrugged his shoulders and said, "Yes, Mr. Edward, you are very right. ”