After Chris leaves, Mir sends Nurda back to the tavern area, and tells him to keep the handkerchief, especially the photo, which is extremely important.

Mir pondered who had brought the picture here, and then he looked at Nurda's back as he drank, and he didn't feel that he was extremely lonely, even pitiful.

Judging by the way he talked to his companions, and when he talked to himself and Chris, Nurda looked like he was serving someone.

Despite all the loss of Nurda, he remains very optimistic, and the identity of a vagabond, or a drunkard, Mir believes that he is deliberately hiding.

Even ten years ago, there was a one-sided relationship, and this alone was not enough for him to tell himself these important things.

Regarding the homeless man, Laura's man, Mir believes that Nurda is intentional, and is transferring the suspicions that have been made to him to the homeless man.

Mir was eager to find a chance to meet the homeless man, but Mir wondered if it would be Uncle Amos's man, who was more eager to solve the case than he was, and would arrange for some people to help him investigate the clues, which was not impossible.

So Mir took out his pocket watch, glanced at the time, and stared at the eaten plate for a moment.

He was ready to go to the place Jacques had said, and he wanted to know what Waldrux was doing at the moment.

Mir hurried out of the hotel, and by the way he got into a carriage and headed in the direction of the house.

He sat in the carriage and pondered the identities of the two women Martin had mentioned, and if things went well, he would have to take a good look at where they lived.

The deaths of Carah and Laura, as they stand, have little to do with each other, as they predate the murder, or are relatively recent.

But Mir was not reconciled, since all the clues showed that the two were not related, Mir wanted to find a little clue available and connect the two cases together, after all, their deaths were very strange.

His goal was now all on the owner of the house, which, according to Martin's description, was best viewed from the second floor.

It is enough to prove that the house has a special relationship with their death, not just close, but also similar.

Mir wanted to visit, but hopefully there was no better view of the house than the others, so that he could have the confidence and conditions to convince the owner of the house.

Their house lives at the very end of the neighborhood, and there is no house on the opposite side of the house, but a very dilapidated wall, which is extremely long and leads to another path.

It wasn't long before the carriage came to a halt, and Mill looked at the window opposite, which didn't feel like a residential area she had visited, and the sides of the window were pitch black.

"Where is this?" Mir shouted.

After a few seconds, no one responded.

Mir opened the window and continued to ask, "Hey! Where's it going? ”

"I want to go and put the water, please wait a moment, sir." The man said.

"What?" Mir sighed helplessly: "There are less than two hours before it enters the night." ”

Mir wasn't sure what the hell this was, and was about to get out of the carriage when the carriage suddenly moved.

From slow to fast, to extremely fast, Mir feared that he would be pulled somewhere else, and his eyes kept looking out the window.

"No, there's a problem with the driver."

Mir saw a vast plain out of the window, and faintly could see a little light source, like a lot of dim lights far from the residential area, which he remembered the day he had been with Chrislai Lafayette.