"Actually, I'm so grateful to you, Vincent, and Martin for buying me some time during your inadvertent involvement." Mir opened his arms and said, "Let's go back here and investigate." ”

"Yes, sir, we should feel happy, even excited." Vincent began to agree with what the chief said: "Your strategy is brilliant. ”

Mill felt that Vincent was deliberately keeping something between the witch and the priest in mind: "Vincent, don't take the conversation elsewhere. ”

Vincent spread his hands and said he was very innocent: "I didn't, sir. ”

"I really don't." Vincent sighed lightly and said, "The witch wants to negotiate a condition with the priest. ”

"What are the conditions?" Mir asked curiously.

"The witch wants to exchange the murderer for something from the priest, but the witch doesn't say exactly what she wants, she says she hasn't thought it out yet." Vincent said as he recalled the scene from that day.

"Did the priest say yes to her?"

Vincent nodded and said, "Priest agreed, sir." ”

"That is, tonight, I need to go to Paulina's house, wait for the witch to appear, and then take her to the priest's house." Vincent said without reservation.

"What?" Mill was extremely surprised: "Vincent, listen, you must not let a witch go to the priest. ”

"Sir, the priest invited her to be a guest." Vincent seemed to understand what the chief was worried about: "I believe that the priest must have been well prepared. ”

"I hope so."

Mill knew that this matter could not sway Father Cavendish, and he knew how dangerous the witch was, and that if the priest was not completely sure, he would never have invited the witch.

"Sir, rest assured, I will protect the priest." Vincent said confidently.

"No, Vincent, don't be reckless, you can't deal with her right now." Mill warned him.

"He's coming." Mill whispered to Vincent.

Mir heard slightly heavy footsteps in the stairwell, alerted Vincent, and motioned with his eyes that he could leave his seat now.

Vincent immediately stood up, bowed slightly to Mir, and turned to walk towards the third floor.

Mill leaned back in his chair, quietly waiting for the unfamiliar face that was about to appear, a day he had been looking forward to for a long time.

"Sir, these are your two meals." Marcos' eyes always fall on the food.

"Thank you." Mill added, "Marcos Borg." ”

Marcos placed the two meals in front of Mir, looked up at Mir and asked, "You are the chief of Vincennes, right?" Mr. Detective Edward? ”

Mill nodded and said, "Yes, Marcos." ”

"Please be seated." Mill motioned for Marcos to take Vincent's place.

"Thank you." Marcos said.

Mir took a brief sip of food and said, "The cooking is good, and the taste is wonderful." ”

"Thanks for the compliment."

"But the heat is a little bit worse." Mir chewed on the beef in his mouth, trying to be as vague as possible: "Compared to the way you kill, the cooking is much inferior." ”

"Mr. Edward, I don't understand what you're saying." Marcos frowned, realizing that the guy sitting across from him was a bit of a yin and yang.

Mill stopped chewing and said, "Didn't Vincent tell you that you've started playing the murderer?" ”

"What?" Marcos looked surprised: "He never told me. ”

"Yes, I'll say it now." Mill continued to chew.

"Okay." Marcos said helplessly: "I am the murderer." ”

"The way I kill... My way of killing. Marcos said bitterly, "Mr. Edward, what is my method of killing?" ”

Mir said as he ate, "With your knife, it is very fast, so fast that it is frightening, so fast that it is impossible to see the wound." ”

"My knives aren't that fast." Marcos said as he stared at Mir.

"No, it's fast, you're the murderer." Mir looked up into Marcos' eyes and said, "When I'm done, you follow me to room 320 to leave some traces." ”

"By the way, bring your knife."

Marcos couldn't comprehend Mir's way of talking, and his unexpected style, though he had a bit of a personality like the short man, and a little more approachable than his arrogance.

Marcos believes that this may be the extremely strange state and style of the detectives.