"Okay, I promise you, what if Laura continues to let me go back to her house?" He asked.

Mill thought for a moment and said, "You can promise her for the time being, but you need to go back to Laura's house and go on as if I don't know anything." ”

"Also, I'll go find someone from Walter Ru later, there's a good chance he'll be there to stay there or spy on you." Mill said.

"Won't I be exposed?" He asked.

"I don't think so, I'll only let you stay for one night, he doesn't dare to act rashly, and when it's daytime, you find a chance to get rid of him." Mill replied.

"Try to disguise yourself so that he doesn't recognize who you are." Mill continued: "The most important thing, when you get rid of him, go back to the hotel, and you have to tell Laura about it. ”

"Why did you tell her?" He asked again.

"Don't worry about it for now, do as I say."

Mir wants to use Laura to lure Paulina out, and no matter where she stays now, she will definitely show up eventually.

"Actually, sir, I've only been in that house for a day or two." Marcos decided he was going to tell Mir anyway.

"I know that." Mill looked at him: "You've done a good job of detailing. ”

"Like footprints in the house, dust on the table, etc."

"I shouldn't have been there last night, but you found traces."

Mill smiled and said, "Don't be discouraged, it's normal, Marcos, to be honest, it's a lot of fun to look for flaws." ”

"When you come back tomorrow, you can come to room 320 to pick up something."

Marcos asked suspiciously, "What is it?" ”

"It's a knife, a knife that resembles a crescent moon." Mill replied.

"Scher's scimitar?"

Faced with Marcos's question, Mill was stunned for a moment and said, "Who did you see taking it?" ”

"It's Mr. Tabitt."

"What? Are you telling the truth? Max. "Mir needs to keep an eye on him.

Marcos recalled: "Of course, I remember that there were a lot of people living here that day, and when I was delivering food, I saw Mr. Tabit in the house showing the slender scimitar with the handle like a hat and the cross-shaped emblem on the gauntlet. ”

"Do you know which room he was in?" Mir began to be suspicious.

"He seems to have lived in several rooms, and he often comes and calls a few women." Marcos scratched his head and said.

"You didn't ask, why did he live here?"

"No one will ask if the guests come here to spend money, and the boss is too late to be happy."

Mir nodded and said, "You're right. ”

"By the way, are there any records of the people who live here?"

"I don't know." Marcos shook his head.

Mir didn't want to ask the boss, or even the rest of the hotel, that would be a surprise.

"Marcos, then think about it, Mr. Tabit has stayed in those rooms, I don't care what method you use, you must tell me the answer tomorrow, this matter is very important." Mir instructed.

"Sir, could Mr. Tabit be the murderer? He's a good guy, and there's no one in New Orleans who doesn't know him. Marcos wanted to make sure.

"I don't know, there's no evidence yet, nothing can be proven, and I don't want him to be..."

Mir swallowed the word murderer in his stomach, and although he believed Mr. Tabbitt, he had noticed that Mr. Tabbitt had his bulging bag still on the couch while chatting at Tabit's house that day.

Unless he broke the Schersch scimitar, it would never fit in the briefcase.

"Assuming that Mr. Tabit is the murderer, what is his motive? Why kill them? ”

Mir thought about it several times in his mind, desperately wondering what made a good guy an executioner, and always felt that the murder was not so simple.

The only way he could do it now was to go to Chris when he woke up, and only he could help him.

After the murder, he was taken to the police station for interrogation, and Alina had told herself, that almost everyone in New Orleans had taken notes, and Mr. Tabit was probably no exception.