"Enough! Martin! Get to work! Mill said angrily.

Martin immediately closed his mouth and went into the house with his head bowed, and Mill returned to his house.

When Mir got home, the door of the house opened again, and Paulina stood in the doorway naked, her eyes fixed on Mir's house, she gasped steadily, and after standing there for a long time, she returned to the house, and then closed the door.

It was as if no one on the street had seen Paulina come out, not even Mir.

Mill lay on his bed on the second floor, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, his mind was now in disarray, and he had no clue about the murder.

All the clues to the murder are all bizarre and bizarre, and even everyone has anomalies.

Mill was unable to investigate them one by one, as the cost of each investigation was very high, and he feared that there would be an accident in the process of investigating them - a third murder.

Mir thinks that the innkeeper and several maids are very suspicious, they are smart, thoughtful, and extremely cunning.

Mir looked out the window, now he could only wait for Chris to get to the house away from Wald-Rue's gaze, he really wanted to know Wald-Rue's control of the hotel.

As Mir was about to fall asleep, he heard the wheels of the carriage clattering against tiny stones, and he felt Chris's heartbeat.

Immediately after that, he sat up, hurriedly put on his shoes and went downstairs, and ran to the door to greet Chris.

The carriage stopped on Bourbon Street, Chris jumped out of the carriage, and Mill felt a powerful evil aura faintly from Chris, and then suddenly disappeared.

Chris's expression was extremely serious, and he came to Mir and said, "Mir, I sympathize with you about the hotel. ”

"Come into the house and talk about Chris." Mir said, glancing at the house diagonally across from him.

Mill closed the door, Chris sat on the sofa and sighed, "Mill, the bodies of the three men have been taken away, and they will be buried at No. 1 Lafayette in the afternoon, and now Ward has launched a control of the New Orleans Hotel, and he has deployed all the officers of the French police station to ambush around the hotel." ”

"Does that work?" Mill was frustrated by Walder's approach.

"I hope it helps." Chris said: "From the second murder, Ward has had enough confidence.

Mir heard Chris sarcastically say to himself, saying, "I don't want to hear that. ”

"And what do you want to hear?" Chris asked, confused.

"Ward's views and clues about the case, you need to provide them to me." Mill said unceremoniously.

Chris was a little embarrassed, in fact, Ward had no clue about the murder, let alone any opinion, he just carefully controlled the hotel and did not let go of any corner.

"Mir, there's no thought in his stupid head, and when you're all gone, do you know what he's doing?" Chris said disappointed with Walder.

"He went to the Folk Hall?" Mir never revealed the secrets of the Customs Pavilion.

Chris shook his head and said, "No, he went to the second floor to enjoy the personal hospitality of the boss, accompanied by a few beautiful girls." ”

"Oh my God! Is he spending a lot of time drinking? I can't believe it. Mill was surprised.

"Do you know who I met on my way to you?" A hint of evil flashed in Chris's eyes and he said, "It's my sister Matilda Bertie, she's gone to the inn to look for you, Mr. Edward." ”

"Why didn't you stop her? How dangerous hostels are, you shouldn't be unaware! "He didn't expect Matilda Bertie to actually go.

"She didn't listen to me, and now she's threatening me with death." Chris said in a depressed mood.

Mir had no choice but to give the address of her home to Matilda Bertie, as it was much safer than a hotel.

"You go to her in a moment, and if you want to see me, you can always let her come here to find me, and you don't have to go to the hotel."

Mir went to the kitchen and took out half a bottle of brandy and two wine glasses, but he was a little hungry now, and there was nothing left in the kitchen except for some moldy dishes.

"When they're done cleaning the house, we'll find a place to have some food together." Mill said, sitting in a chair.

Chris looked around Mill's room, and he didn't see where the Ruili gang were cleaning the house.

"Where do they live?" Chris asked.

"The house." Mir pointed to the dilapidated house and said, "It was my neighbor Mr. Tabit who gave it to us for free." ”

"It sounds very good, Mr. Tabit has a very good heart, and the neighbors often mention him as a good man." Chris said as he tasted the brandy.

Mir's eyes fell on the brand new house, and through the window he saw Paulina standing in the living room, shamelessly naked, her back to Mir, which reminded Mir of the ghost she had killed.

"What's wrong? Mill. Chris noticed Mir's absent-minded appearance, and his eyes disappeared outside the window.

Mir made a pretended sigh and said, "Well, there is a strange woman living opposite me. ”

"How weird?" Chris asked.

"She spends all day in a dark room, rarely goes out, can't see her eating or drinking, can't see her talking to neighbors, and can't see her sleeping." Mill told Chris what he had got.

"And such people?" Chris followed Mill's eyes to the house.

Mill warned, "Chris, I advise you to stay away from that house as far as possible. ”

"Look at her ass, it's very bouncy." The corners of Chris's mouth drew an extremely wicked arc and said, "She seems to be seducing me, and I would love to stand behind her and slap her steep ass." ”

Mill saw Chris's grim smile on the glossy surface reflected off the glass, and he felt a hint of fear.

"Oh! No! Chris, you can't do that. Mir stopped him and said, "She doesn't give me the impression of a living person, much less of a ghost." ”

"And what does she look like?" Chris stared at Paulina, who was pacing in the house.

"Like the walking dead." Mill replied succinctly.

Chris's eyes returned to Mir and said, "The Walking Dead? ”

Mir nodded and said, "Yes, a shell without consciousness, without thought, without soul. ”

"It sounds terrible, but look at her beautiful body, her dark and smooth arms hovering over her head, as if she were dancing there, and you are looking at her breasts, bouncing there, like a huge black chocolate floating there, mellow and delicious." Chris continued to observe Paulina's every move.

"She's not just a shell, Mr. Edward, as you say." Chris retorted.

Mill had seen Chris's white eyes, and his imagination was about to take over, like the gaze of a blind man, evil had filled his mind, and it was very penetrating.