"This is your only condition, otherwise I will not care about you, you can leave at any time." Mill leaned closer to Cyril, looked him in the eye and said, "You can try to ask Inspector Louis for help, and see if he will give you a chance to atone for your sins." ”

Mir faintly heard the sound of messy footsteps coming from the house, and then went on to whisper to Cyril, "You may think carefully when I talk to the owner of the house. ”

Mir then knocked on the door, but the man in the house disappeared and did not answer.

Suddenly, someone asked, "Is there a knock on the door?" ”

"Yes." Mill immediately responded, "Hello, I have something I want to ask you, is that okay?" ”

He swayed the door open slightly, and then exhaled a cloudy breath.

He asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Hello, I'm Detective Edward." Mir smelled a sudden strong smell of wine, and he bowed deeply to the owner of the house.

The owner of the house raised the oil lamp in the doorway with his hand and looked at Mir carefully, and Mir was looking at him at the same time.

"Oh, what's the matter with you?" He asked.

"I think the guy in there must have mentioned me to you." Mill said with a smile.

He thought for a moment and said, "Oh, yes, you're a detective. ”

"However, I don't know if you're an impostor." He burped.

Mir gradually opened his arms and said, "What? Am I not like that? ”

He looked at Mir's linen clothes and trousers, which looked extremely ordinary, not like a man with an aristocratic temperament.

"It doesn't look like it." He complimented, "Still, you're very polite. ”

"Thank you." Mill glanced at him, and felt that he was about the same height as Walter Roux, but his personality was more approachable than Ward Roux: "I'm just a very ordinary person, and I wear all the things I wear a lot. ”

Mir could already see from the eyes of the owner of the house that he was not disgusted and belittled by himself, but he was worried that someone was doing something to the detriment of himself under the guise of pretending to be a detective.

After Mir recovered, he casually wore a light blue linen suit and a pair of dark brown linen trousers.

Mir saw that he was indifferent: "Since Waldroux has mentioned me, you should know what I am here for, and Jacques Bernard has asked me to come here." ”

"Sheriff Bernard?" He suddenly became very friendly: "Please come in." ”

"Thank you."

He closed the door and said, "I am a good friend of Sheriff Bernard." ”

Mir looked at the house and said, "Yes, I heard Jacques talk about you, and I've heard that you get along very well. ”

"Yes." He smiled and said, "Do you want a drink too?" ”

The layout and decoration of his house were a little more rudimentary than Mill's, but it was a little more elaborate than Mr. Tabitt's, especially the tones, all white, and extremely bright with the help of oil lamps.

All the furniture, frescoes, ornaments, are decorated with dark tones, and in addition to the luxurious lighting, the clean and tidy picture blends Mir into it.

"Of course." Mill said unceremoniously.

"Upstairs." He was very sincere in inviting Mir to go up to the second floor.

"This is also my home, and it's my private tavern, where I often come to party and drink with some friends, and although the first floor is very simple, the second floor is relatively speaking, and the second floor is more eye-catching," he said. ”

Mir was observing the contrast of the colors of the staircase, the white part was carved with delicate black lines, and on the contrary, the black part was mixed with delicate white patterns, which was rarely seen in Mir's time.

Mir paused and said, "You asked a designer from the Kingdom of Spain to design it." ”

"Yes, it's a designer from Madrid, the Kingdom of Spain, after that fire, I didn't completely keep the French style, they are already in the past, and as for the exterior of the house, I also want to find a time to renovate it." He replied.

Mir and Cyril followed the owner of the house to the second floor, where Mir saw Wald Rue sitting with his back to him, sitting in a black chair facing the large window on the second floor.

The most striking thing about the second floor is the windows, which are wide and bright, and Mill can really see everything about the Carat House from the second floor.

Mill pointed to the window and said, "Have you noticed this room?" ”

He sat slowly in his chair opposite Waldru, turned his back to the window and said, "Never, because I've always sat with my back to the window." ”

Mill didn't believe what he said, even if he looked back for a moment, he could see it directly.

"I know, you're thinking, I'll notice it when I turn around." He took a sip of the brandy and said, "I never get distracted when I drink, let alone look back." ”

"Besides, when you look out the window, it's pitch black, what can you look at?" He said.

Mir watched for a moment with his arms crossed, and looked at things from the perspective of the owner of the house.

Mill thought he was right, and indeed, standing at the window, almost everything was pitch black, as if the thick darkness of the night had covered his eyes, and he had lost everything, enough to be completely immersed in the wine table.

"Mr. Edward, why are you here?" Wald Rue looked at Mir's background and asked, then at the people around Mir, "Cyril, why are you here too?" ”

"Inspector Louis asked me to protect Mr. Detective Edward, so I came along." Cyril replied.

"Then why didn't Inspector Louie come?"

"He's gone to see Miss Matilda."

Mir sat in a chair with Cyril, and they sat next to Wald Ruw.

"How's the surveillance? Did you find anything? Mir asked with his head towards Ward Ruw.

Waldroux drank his glass of wine and said, "Nothing has been found yet. ”

Mir felt that something was wrong, and when Mir went downstairs, he went to the kitchen door to sneak a peek, and Marcos was not in the kitchen at all.

"So where will he go? Did he lie to me about what he said before? Mill muttered to herself.

"Ward, are you sure?" Mill asked again.

"Of course, I've been sitting here drinking, and I probably won't be sitting here when the water is released." Ward seemed a little drunk, and said slowly, "If I had seen it, I would have gone to arrest that guy a long time ago." ”

Mir was furious, "Damn! Have you forgotten your mission? Don't arrest without permission! If you do, then I'll do whatever it takes to get you out of New Orleans! ”