"I wonder what kind of mission it is, and if there is any danger in it?" Cyril asked.

Mir said slowly, "Hmm... There will never be any danger. ”

"You just need to help me complete my plan, you don't need to worry about the rest." Mir said, "Besides, you just need to lie down in bed and sleep comfortably tomorrow, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

Cyril looked at half of Mir's body in the carriage, pondered it carefully, and then asked, "Can you really guarantee my safety?" ”

"I've promised you, I don't want to explain too much." Mir slowly stepped out of the carriage, he wanted to have a real face-to-face conversation with Cyril: "My plan needs to be kept secret for the time being, and it must not be revealed to anyone but my men, I think the detective has rules for handling cases, and this matter must be clearer than me, after all, you are also Uncle Amos's man, aren't you?" ”

When Mill came out of the New Orleans Hotel, he didn't notice that he Cyril was wearing a police station uniform, Cyril was facing the back of the carriage to the street at the door, and Mill didn't think much about it when he went out, but went straight into the carriage.

Mir thought that this carelessness was unavoidable, and now that he had reached this point, he could only continue to proceed.

Then Mir looked at Cyril and quickly lowered his hat: "Cyril, I probably know what you look like, so I don't need to continue to hide it." ”

Cyril ignored Mir's words: "Mr. Detective Edward, if I die, then you will not escape the blame. ”

"What?" Mill was shocked by Cyril's words, and Cyril dared to threaten himself: "Did I hear me right? ”

Mir observed Cyril and said, "Since I have promised you, I have not yet asked you about your responsibility for transporting the body." ”

"Mr. Detective Edward, I was only ordered to transport the body, and you know that I work in the French police." Cyril replied.

"Oh, really?" Mir said contemptuously, "Don't forget that Jacques is still alive. ”

"Sheriff Bernard?" Cyril asked.

"Of course, don't you know his name?" Mir said, "You told him privately, and Jacques told me all about the hotel." ”

"You borrowed Wald Roux's order to let Jacques go to the New Orleans Hotel, and the murderer did not succeed in the end, and the murderer probably won't think that Jacques will survive." Mir leaned in over Cyril and shouted, "Am I right? Well? Please answer my question! ”

"Yes, yes, though, that's what Mr. Tabbitt asked me to do." Cyril took a few steps back.

Mir chuckled, "What good did Mr. Thabit give you?" Is it to keep you alive? ”

"No, I can't say." Cyril finally took off his hat: "Mr. Detective Edward, if I had said it, I would have died." ”

"Cyril! Look at me! Mir continued to lean in and said, "What are you hiding?" ”

Mir saw that Cyril didn't have any answer, just stared directly at him, his eyes were full of fear: "I don't care what you know now, it doesn't matter anymore, tomorrow you can see the answer, as long as you cooperate with me well, atonement is your only chance." ”

Cyril took two steps back, bowed deeply to Mir and said, "Thank you, Mr. Detective Edward, I will do it." ”

"Take me out of here now, I'm going to meet someone in the neighborhood, and you'll follow me every step from now on!"

"Yes, Mr. Detective Edward."