"You just said that you don't know who she is." Mir's attitude changed to seriousness: "Please tell me, what are you going to see her for?" And where did you meet her? ”

Mill immediately remembered what Chris and Paulina had done in the house that night, and he was now a little worried about Marcos, worried that Marcos would be used by Paulina, just like Chris.

"She sent me an invitation through Laura and didn't tell me why she wanted to see me." Marcos looked up and said, "We met on her doorstep. ”

Mir didn't quite believe Marcos' words: "Then you didn't go in?" Didn't you go in and sit? ”

Little by little, Mill approached Marcos: "Hey! You look me in the eye and say! ”

"I never thought to go in, and she didn't invite me into the house, she really had a conversation outside." Marcos looked at him and said, "I can only tell you, though, that my conversation with her was not pleasant at all. ”

"Then tell me now, what did she tell you?" Mill said.

"She wanted me to transport the body." Marcos shook his head and said, "I didn't promise her anything at all. ”

Mir wondered why: "Then why didn't you say yes to her?" ”

"I'm afraid Inspector Louie will find me someday, because I don't know where the body came from, and if I get into trouble, I'll probably go to jail for the rest of my life, and that's a place like years." Marcos replied.

Judging by Marcos' answers, Mill felt that his attitude was very sincere, and it sounded like he was not playing tricks.

"You're doing the right thing, Marcos." Mill asked, "And what happened later?" ”

"She told me a secret."

"What's the secret?"

"Laura is dead."

"Are you sure?" Mill suspected, but there was not enough evidence.

Marcos shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course, from the moment she started to like someone else." ”

"She wasn't like this before, and our relationship was very good, in the past." Marcos continued: "She's often quiet and uninhibited, and I'm completely unsure of her character. ”

"How long has she been like this?"

"It's been a long time."

"Be specific."

"It's been almost ten years."

"Ten years?" Mill laughed, and he began to laugh so loudly that he laughed maniacally.

He had been in New Orleans for almost a decade, and he thought that this kind of thing should not be so coincidental, whether the devil had brought him here just to solve the crime, or if there was some other purpose.

Marcos looked at Mir's crazy laughter, which made him a little frightened, and asked in surprise, "Love... Mr. Elvard, what's wrong with you? ”

Mir instantly withdrew his smile and asked with a straight face, "You surprised me a little, Marcos." ”

"That's more than a day." Mir believes that the two of them can talk for a day while standing at the door.

Marcos repeated Mir's words: "Yes, more than a day. ”

"I can't promise her about that."

"So you promised her anyway?" Mill thought for a moment, "You didn't go to Florida at all, did you?" ”

"And the horses in the stables, you didn't get them, did you?"

Mir saw Marcos drooping his head again, silent, and he said angrily: "Marcos! Don't you want to join us? ”

At this time, Marcos was like a man who had made a mistake, silent, leaning against the wall in a daze, his eyes staring directly at the dim floor.

"Listen, Marcos, this is an opportunity, you have to think about it, there are a lot of people who want to join." Mir regained his composure and said, "Don't you want to know how Laura died?" ”

"Only by joining us can we catch the real murderer of the murder, and besides, this case must involve something else, such as your favorite Laura, Marcos, am I right?"

"Yes." Marcos nodded slightly.

"Then you look up at me and tell me the answer you want to know!" Mill said coldly.

"I went with Laura to see Paulina Denich that day, and at first she asked me to transport the body to Lafayette One, but I refused."

Mill interrupted, "You've said something, say something I don't know. ”

"Later, she used Laura's as a threat, and if the second thing was rejected without consideration, then Laura would never be by my side from now on."

"Go on."

"She asked me to live in a house in a residential area, and on those days, Laura would go with me." He said.

"You're lying! Max! Mir forced his anger and said, "I've been there, and the food on the table has gone bad." ”

Marcos knew what Mill was referring to, referring to time.

"Fresh food can go bad in less than a day, and this year the temperature is different, let alone dinner, Marcos." Mill explained.

"Your subordinates should have told you, I'm a vagabond, I can guarantee when the food will spoil, no one is more accurate than me." Marcos said with great confidence.

"You're the target of the murderer, Marcos." Mir smiled and said, "It's better not to be a murderer than a murderer, and that's fine, it saves me a little time." ”

"Come here, man, let me see your fingers." Mir's gaze fell on Marcos' hands.

"Throw the knife aside, then palm facing and fingers spread." Mir said satisfied, "Yes, that's it." ”

Mir looked at it carefully and said, "Very good, very good, it is very consistent with the marks on the wine glass, and you can confirm that you are the murderer." ”

"No, no, no, Mr. Detective Edward, I'm not a murderer." Marcos was a little scared.

"Please call me sir, Marcos."

"Long... Sir, I'm not a murderer. Marcos said it again.

"I didn't say I was arresting you, I just said you were the murderer." Mill said happily, "You were sent by God to surprise me, Marcos. ”

"Really? Sir. Marcos asked incredulously.

"Only those who belong to the detective are qualified to call me sir, and as for the others, I have never asked for so."

"Am I joining?" Marcos's mood was sometimes joyful and sometimes worried.

Mir nodded and said, "You've joined, Marcos, at the moment you belong to the external staff, and you're not qualified enough, and when you catch the real culprit." ”

"Sir, I'll grant you all your requests."

"No, your task now is to stay in the kitchen and keep an eye on Laura."