Chapter Ninety-One: Mr. Thabitt
The moment Chris and Matilda, and Ruili closed the door, Mir immediately sat up, and his purpose was finally achieved.
Now the murder case is about to be messed up, but he is extremely worried that Ruili will be exposed if he is not careful.
And he left for the New Orleans Hotel, where he needed to investigate who had died, or if the matter was originally a cover, Ward Rue was clearly trying to find fault with him.
It's very likely that Walter Roux is not used to everything here, and even hates Amos Stoddard and himself, and everyone under him, including Chris.
Mir could hear their conversation getting farther and farther away, and the carriage was moving slowly, and he could hear the shouts of the coachmen and the whipping of the horses.
Mill got up and started walking upstairs, he needed to find new clothes, and simply tidy up his appearance, preferably so that no one in the New Orleans inn would recognize him.
He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't find the right clothes, and he didn't know if the detective costume he had ordered before.
He thought about it and decided to continue going out in his light-colored pajamas, and then he ran to the floor on the first floor and rolled around, getting a little dust and turning himself into a homeless man.
He had scratched his hair so messy that even his beard seemed to be growing longer now, so he stood up and walked in front of the mirror to check it.
After making sure that he was very sloppy, he was ready to go out, but he always felt that he had forgotten something, and then he looked down at his feet.
He was in dire need of a pair of worn-out shoes, and he searched for a long time before he found the pair he had had worn the other night.
Nowadays, even acquaintances will have a high probability that they will not be able to identify who they are, so they just took the opportunity to go out and go to the hotel to investigate privately.
Even if Chris and the others end up finding out that he is missing, or showing up in the hotel, they will definitely think that Mir has run away with sick symptoms, so that Mir can cover everything.
He didn't ride in the carriage this time, he didn't want to attract attention, Chris and they shouldn't be back for a while, he wanted to go to Paulina's window for a look now.
Because the door to Paulina's room was suddenly opened last night, he wondered if it was a ghost or something else that had broken in.
Mill locked the door, knowing that someone would come to fix the window later, and that it would be best to stagger with them before they arrived.
Mir lowered his head to avoid the hurried people on the streets of Bourbon, who glanced at Mir and hurried away from Mir's imminent collision.
At this moment, a man suddenly stopped Mir's progress and said, "Mr. Edward, where are you going?" ”
Mir looked up and saw that it was Mr. Tabitt, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Tabitt, aren't you on a business trip?" ”
"I changed my itinerary on the fly." Karl pointed to the house on his right and said, "Someone came to see the house today." ”
Mir also glanced in the direction Karl pointed out and said, "Are the evacuees also living here?" ”
"Yes, Mr. Edward." Karl replied.
"Mr. Edward, how did you make yourself like this? I almost didn't recognize you. Karl scrutinized Mir's extremely scruffy attire.
"I'm sick, I've just recovered, all the people in my house are gone, I wonder if they're going to be in the new house." Mir said, feigning pain.