Mir sat very quietly on the edge of the bed, observing the raindrops falling on the window, and he pondered bitterly.

He just started having a dream in which Ian, who had disappeared, returned, and Ian was walking down Bourbon Street, and the people of New Orleans were amazed.

As he had almost expected, Amos Stoddard had arrived from the Doge's Mansion, where Louis Criss and his officers, as well as Cavendish Adrian and his followers, had almost all appeared at the same time.

Especially Walter Roux and a few of his men, who laughed at Mir, laughed at Chris, laughed at Amos.

The miraculous resurrection of the dead in a murder case is completely unbelievable to Chris and Adrian.

But Wald Rue found this scene extremely funny, and he waited to see the jokes of the gang, looking up at everything here with an arrogant face.

His dreams were always intermittent, and last night, he dreamed that Paulina was taken away by a strange guy a second before she did it.

This strange guy is none other than La Curilla Carmen, and even Paulina in the room was taken by her.

Later, he went to the House of Customs to talk to La Curilla Carmen and stop La Curilla Carmen's next plot in New Orleans.

But La Curilla Carmen refused directly, and wounded himself, lying dying in the open space of the Customs Museum.

Before he died, he saw Carat, Lisa, and Laura, each coming out of the corner, and all the people he had seen in the hotel, all of them coming to him, smiling at him.

As Lacurilla Carmen was about to get rid of himself, he was awakened in an instant, and the depression that was latent in his heart began to kick in silently.

His emotions and thoughts slowly sank into pessimism and despair, and he hated the world now, the rainy season, and even everything here, including himself.

He couldn't do anything about the real murderer, and now he didn't know who to believe, and he felt that everyone in New Orleans had an indescribable eccentricity.

They're like puppets controlled by someone, or they're not living at all, they're cold corpses.

Even though they walked down the streets of Bourbon, without any signs or any abnormalities, he remained suspicious.

He jumped out of bed, no shoes, no clothes, naked and barefoot against the corner of the staircase, where he was in a daze, not knowing what was going on in his head.

Then he put one hand on the handrail of the staircase, and gradually laughed strangely from his deep sadness, and the laughter was terrifying.

Mu Ne's eyes stared straight at the stairs, and he was thinking at the moment, how good it would be if he fell from here, anyway, sooner or later, he would die, why not fall from here now.

"Who are you? How did you break into my house? Mir looked at the first floor and said, "Why don't you wear clothes too?" ”

Mir took a step forward, the soles of his feet dangling, but his heels were firmly on the stairs, and the slightest mistake would have caused him to fall.

The shadow on the first floor looked up at Mir with a smile, then twisted Miaoman's body and stood on the steps of the first floor.

"Come down quickly, you're one step away." The shadow said expressionlessly.

Mill tilted his head and said, "Am I ready yet?" ”

"Hmm... Need me help you? The shadow asked sinisterly.

As Mir hesitated, the staircase suddenly thumped, and he tumbled down the stairs without warning.

Because the stairs were steep, his head hit the rough floor with a dull thumping sound, and his body turned over, hunched over and pouting his ass, like an alternative yoga pose.

He gasped heavily, and at the same time looked upstairs at the back, still smiling at the corner of his mouth, he didn't feel any pain, but felt very excited.

The shadow stood upstairs for a moment, then turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared completely into the house.

Mir struggled to support his body with his hands, trying to stand up, but he couldn't exert any strength in his body.

He sensed that death was coming, and thought that the shadow was the Grim Reaper, which had come to help him fall into the abyss.

He wanted to thank him, unable to understand why Shadow had left the house, and he felt like he was trying the thrill again.

After a while, he heard a knock on the door, a voice outside the door shouting Mir's name, which he could tell was Martin's voice.

He couldn't stand up now, he couldn't make any sound of response, he didn't want to deal with Martin, and he didn't want to talk to anyone.

He wanted to sleep a little now, he was very tired from the fall just now, he didn't want to change any position, he didn't want to move, because he felt extremely comfortable, a favorable opportunity to sleep.

The knock on the door kept ringing, very similar to Ian's knock before, the feeling of vibration.

Mir squinted in one eye, the other to see the black dust from the ceiling fall wantonly, black for him now from a hate to a liking.