"Then you can say it, but I want to remind you that how much I can agree to your conditions is determined by the importance of the information you provide."

Mir always felt that there was something wrong with him, and he could not see his full face in the dark night, and he could only see half of his face vaguely, and he could not see it very clearly.

"So what do you want to know? Mr. Detective Edward. He didn't tell what he knew, as Mir said, and he wanted to know what Mill didn't know now.

To the surprise of Mir, this guy was so clever that he didn't even fall into Mir's trap.

"Me? Haha, I don't want to know anything, I'm just one last step away right now. Mir laughed and said, "I think you should go back and rest as soon as possible, and it is better to leave the carriage to me, I have other things to do, don't delay my time, my time is very precious." ”

He said secretly: "Damn! ”

Then he sighed deeply: "Mr. Detective Edward, then I will tell you the most important news first, which I talked about just now. ”

"Better yet, my patience is running out of steam." Mill began to listen to what he was going to say.

He said very simply, "It was Mr. Tabit who rescued Paulina." ”

"You're giving you too late in the information."

"What? Is it late? ”

"Of course, Mr. Tabitt, I was suspicious early on." Mir saw his surprised gaze, and he had to say something about Tabit, or he wouldn't believe him, "Mr. Tabit had a knife in his hand, right?" ”

"How do you know?" He was shocked again.

"It's still a scimitar, a Scher's scimitar." Mir immediately pulled it out of his bosom and said, "Mr. Tabitt's knife is mine!" ”

Mill touched it and said, "I don't know how many innocent lives are in Mr. Thabit with this knife, you want to see its edge?" ”

"Mr. Detective Edward, are you sure?" He was a little nervous: "Can you be sure that the knife in your hand is Mr. Thabitt's?" ”

"I'm not sure, so I'm going to see how sharp it is."

Mill continued: "You were also a Witness that day, and we can see together, and you can come closer. ”

"Okay."

Mir deliberately sat at the door of the carriage, hoping that the faint chill of Scher's scimitar would reflect on his face, so that he could be seen very clearly.

From the moment he asked Mir, Mir had actually suspected his identity for a long time, but he couldn't see it clearly and didn't dare to speculate.

What Mir didn't expect was that he himself was Laura's nominal man, and he was very stupid, and Mir began to analyze and calculate him with these two favorable pieces of information.

"Hey! You're coming over here. Mir felt his footsteps not moving, and said deliberately, "Did you see that?" ”

"Mr. Edward, I don't see anything."

"Then you're getting closer to me."

Mir gathered the scimitar in the direction of the doorway, trying to see his skin color when the scimitar was drawn, and not to care what he looked like.

The blade of the Scher scimitar was very thin, and Mir quickly pulled out a third of it, and aimed it directly at his face with a bright position, but in this moment, Mir clearly saw his black skin.

When he came to think about it, he found that he had fallen for Mir.

"You're Cyril Stuart, Chris's henchman." Mir said indifferently.