"Jacques, how are you feeling?" Mill asked, looking at him.

From the moment he woke up, Jacques's whole body was overflowing with sweat, his eyes were very round, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, and he only vaguely felt a slight pain in his chest.

Jacques gasped for breath, very quickly, and felt the air around him be incomparably sweet, even delicious, and he didn't bother talking to Mir.

As Jacques gradually regained consciousness, Mir gently lifted Jacques's head, and Jacques' gaze slowly fell on Mir's face.

"Oh, m... Mill. Jacques said weakly, "Do you know who I saw?" ”

"Jacques, are you alright?" Mir asked with concern.

"I... I'm very nice, Mir. Jacques said, "I saw death, and he was beckoning to me." ”

Mir thought that Jacques was trying to tell him what the murderer looked like, but Jacques's words later disappointed him a little, and the Grim Reaper had nothing to do with the murderer.

Martin crouched down with an oil lamp and said, "Yes, Jacques Bernard, you have missed the old man with the Grim Reaper." ”

"Hell! You're alive? Jacques looked at Martin with a look of fear in his eyes.

"Dude, I'm not Ian, I'm just seven or eight points alike him." Martin knew who Jacques was talking about: "Hello, Jacques Bernard, I am a subordinate of Mr. Detective Edward, and my name is Martin Angelus. ”

Jacques didn't believe Martin's words a little, and his eyes turned directly to Mir, who needed Mir to tell him personally.

"Is that so? Mr. Edward? He asked.

"Yes, Jacques, it's true." Mill said, "Do you know where you're buried?" ”

Mill then said, "You're buried on top of Ian. ”

"Damn it! These stupid guys. Jacques said angrily.

Jacques only remembered what had happened before he fell unconscious, and he had no memory of how he got here.

He now realized that he was being targeted by the murderer, and he didn't know who he had offended.

Jacques' gaze was blazing, as if to God: "I am very grateful to you, Mr. Edward, that you saved me once more and gave me life once more. ”

"That's what I'm supposed to do." Mill said.

"Jacques, do you know who did it?" Mir would very much like to know who the killer is, even if it's the back.

"Mir, I really don't know." Jacques said: "I was called by Walter Roux and I don't remember anything after that. ”

"Wald Lue? Damn it! Martin scolded, "Sir, what I can now determine is that the stupid dwarf must have some connection with the murderer, he is a very suspicious person, and we can arrest him directly." ”

Mir was also thinking about it, and he had already excluded Wald Roux, who had no reason to kill them.

"Martin, calm down first." Mir persuaded: "The murderer may be trying to turn us around. ”

"It's highly likely that Wald Roux didn't know why Jacques was in the New Orleans Hotel." Mill reasoned, "I suspect the killer has infiltrated the police on the fly." ”

"The only thing that can be determined now is that the murderer is definitely not a ghost, but a human, a highly intelligent human being." Mill said again.

Starting with Chris's ridiculous conclusion, the ghost is interspersed with the location of the murder and the vicinity in order to create some kind of illusion about the case, so that the people in the police station will think that the murderer is a ghost.

Facing the upright Jacques, Mill hesitated for a moment, but still asked this sentence: "Jacques, who have you offended?" ”

"As a sheriff in New Orleans, I've offended countless people, and you have to know that they are all criminals." Jacques sat up and said.

"And do you have any criminals that you have focused on?" Mill asked.

"No, I'm only in charge of the arrests, and the rest of the matter is handled by Inspector Louie, as well as the gang in the police station." Jacques replied.

"Or someone close to you." Mill reminded.

"Hmm... Several of them are always in the same direction, and if they go somewhere else, they need to report to me in advance. Jacques said, "But there are one or two criminals, whom I heard by chance from Inspector Louie's mouth." ”

"Important criminals are locked up in water prisons, and even if they have any other skills, they can't escape." Jacques said.

"Water dungeon?" Martin shrugged his shoulders and said, "Oh my God! They should not be far from death. ”

"It's absolutely impossible to escape and commit crimes, they don't have a chance in their lives, and they are lucky to be alive."

Martin knew that the water prison was an abyss, and it was a place where he was about to meet death, and for the key death row prisoners, they would be held by the police in this dark and damp place.

The condemned prisoner's hands were hung by long chains, and although he could walk, he could not land, and he would always stay in a place where the sun did not appear.

The water level is usually above the chest cavity, and the water often harbors a strange bacterium that is enough to break down the body of a person who has been in the water for a long time, and their body gradually swells to the point of ulceration.

Eventually, the bacteria, some of the creatures in the water, and a few mosquitoes will devour the rotting bodies of the condemned prisoners, causing them to scream in pain and itch in their cells, and if they can't enjoy the pain, they will choose to drown.

"Are there any aliens?" Mir took into account people like Lacurilla Carmen, Paulina Denich and Ahyan Ram.

Jacques didn't understand what Mill was talking about, and he asked curiously, "What kind of person is that?" ”

"Hmm... Such as strange people, such as scary people, such as people who seduce you. Mill thought for a moment and said.

"There are no such people, and the criminals I arrest are all normal guys." Jacques said.

"Sir, I have a question in mind." Martin interjected.

"What's the problem?"

Martin stared at Jacques and asked, "Dude, what caused you to fall unconscious?" Is it an object or something else, such as a smell. ”

"I don't know." Jacques said.

"Who's that message to you?" Martin asked again.

Jacques said, "People like you. ”

"What are you talking about? Man? You are responsible for what you say. Martin's anger has not yet stabilized: "Are you really sure it's me?" ”

Martin thought of Ian, no one but him could make Jacques say such a thing, Jacques was supposed to be alluding to someone.

"Is it me or Ian?" Martin stood up and asked, "Please, man, you have to make things clear." ”

"Don't get me wrong, man." Jacques said with a hint of apology: "It's a man of the same skin color as you, and a figure as tall and mighty as you, and that guy's hat is pressed so low that I didn't see the man's face." ”