Mir didn't get flustered, and waited patiently enough for the carriage to stop, wondering where it would eventually stop, and what the coachman was doing.

He touched the knife in his arms, and then kept his hand in the position of the flintlock pistol at his waist at all times, and in case of any danger, he could immediately deliver the most fatal blow to the threat.

The carriage had been driving frantically, and he was silently calculating the distance in his mind at this time, feeling that he was about to reach the position of Lafayette No. 1, because the carriage had turned around.

He remembered very clearly that this was probably the last street corner where the speed of the car would become extremely slow.

Sure enough, the carriage did gradually become slightly shaky.

He didn't know who the driver was serving and what kind of calculation he was making when he came to this destination.

If the carriage really stopped at Lafayette One, then this would be the place where he died, and he believed that, at least before he was on the verge of death, he could take a look at the person who would kill him, especially Zhenrong.

He thought it would be a murderer, and it was more likely that someone else wanted to kill him, after all, he was a detective with a bit of a name for himself.

The only person who can be most connected with the top may be the murderer, Paulina and Yaheng will not be able to do it, and witches and ghosts will not be possible.

He could now only rely on his Scher's scimitar and flintlock pistol to save his life, and even thought of dialectical rhetoric to try to buy a little time for his chances of survival.

He seemed to be a little scared, and the timidity in his heart made him more sober, far farther than he could have seen calmly.

The carriage stopped, and Mill stared out the window blankly, and he was in a place that was both strange and familiar.

He heard the rustling of footsteps coming from outside the carriage, and there was a lot of movement.

His hand quietly and slowly pulled out the flintlock pistol, and if the coachman did not say a word and forced himself to get out of the car, then he would directly pull on the insurance and give the driver a fatal blow.

"Hello, Mr. Detective Edward." Said the coachman.

Mir heard the coachman standing at the door, as if he did not dare to act rashly, and the voice of the coachman sounded with a hint of respect.

"Tell me, what are you bringing me here for?"

"I just want to talk to you."

Mir smiled: "Hehe, let's talk? ”

"Why are you here?" Mill continued.

"Because it's quiet, no one disturbs our conversation, and no one eavesdrops on our secrets." The coachman replied.

"Oh." Mir didn't let his guard down: "Let's talk about it then." ”

"No, Mr. Detective Edward, I have to say it to your face." Said the coachman.

Mir feigned silence, not wanting to continue chatting with the driver, and pointed his flintlock at the door.

"Mr. Detective Edward, I have no ill will, I am the Governor's man." The coachman spoke slowly, in order to make Mir hear more clearly: "I'm going to tell you something, some information about the case. ”

"Is it Uncle Amos's man?" Mill muttered, "It's a bit like Uncle Amos's style of doing things, usually we communicate with each other by letter, or someone from the army will come and inform me directly, and it would never be so mysterious." ”

Mir was a little suspicious of the coachman's identity: "That's right, since you can recognize me, there is no need to meet, this kind of thing still retains a sense of mystery between each other." ”

"Mr. Detective Edward, please grant my request." The coachman extended an invitation to Mir.

"You're here to kill me, aren't you?"

"Not really."

Mir heard the coachman's reply simply: "Are you instigating a relationship between me and Uncle Amos?" ”

"By no means." Said the coachman.

"What's that?"

When Mir said this, it seemed that the outside of the carriage seemed to become much quieter, and Mir could faintly hear the steady breathing of the coachman, but he did not answer himself.