Mill then went up to the second floor with two brandies from the first floor, and deliberately stopped, and immediately looked to the left.

Sure enough, the boss and the drunkards started drinking and smoking, and they talked about the funny things in New Orleans.

When I first came to the hotel to investigate the case, such the same scene always felt like something was hinting at.

I couldn't sleep anymore, I was worried that the murderer would come, and I would even kill Cyril unknowingly while I was asleep.

He could only wait for the morning assignment to be completed, and secretly rest for a while, even if it was a few hours, which was enough to survive the day and the whole night.

At present, the entire second floor was filled with thick smoke, and Mir seemed to see the female ghost in the white smoke.

Her body was wrapped in smoke, gradually transforming into her bewitching body, as if it was about to be controlled by her.

Mir shook his head vigorously, thinking that he had drunk a little too much wine today, and that he was just dazzled, and he didn't care at all.

The ghost's face quickly appeared in front of Mir, and the sudden feeling of suffocation made Mir take a few steps back in an instant.

The female ghost approached Mir's body almost closely, and looked at Mir curiously.

Mir knew who the female ghost in front of him was, the beautiful female ghost he had seen at the top of the stairs.

Mir was almost out of breath, and he could vaguely feel his heart beating extremely weakly.

He couldn't hold the two bottles of brandy in his hand anymore and was about to fall to the floor.

However, the female ghost began to move away from Mir, and she stared at Mir's chest carefully, wondering what he had in there that made her shudder.

It's like someone is constantly telling the female ghost, and even kindly warning him to stay away from Mir and not hurt him, otherwise the female ghost will dissipate here.

"Dear sir, I have no ill will." She said to Mir.

Mir sat paralyzed on the ground, breathing hard, and didn't have any time to answer the female ghost's words.

Mir placed two bottles of wine casually beside him: "You... Who are you? ”

"I'm Kra Kalogla." She replied.

"What?" Mill was surprised: "Are you really a carat?" ”

"Yes."

Mill slowly stood up and said, "You're lying to me, I'm not going to be fooled." ”

"You must be here with some kind of purpose."

"No, although I didn't know who you were at first, through my observations in the past few days, I probably know a little."

"Really?" Mir still didn't believe it, so he said in a cold tone: "The last time we met, it was on the stairs above, you don't know it, do you?" ”

"I don't want to have any entanglement with you, you'd better admit your identity sooner and don't play tricks." If Mir had had the Cavendish identity amulet now, he would never have been so embarrassed by now.

"Yes." She nodded and said, "I thought you were the one that the woman had arranged, so I appeared in the stairwell in a hurry." ”

"The woman? Who are you referring to? ”

Mir felt that Kra's death might have something to do with the woman named Lisa.

"It's someone who pretends to be the real Lisa."

Mir's conjecture was right, if the female ghost on the other side was really Carat, then what she said at this time was almost true.

But Mir also wanted to verify: "How do you prove that you are really Kra Kalogla?" ”

"You must have been to the place where I live, and that mark on the wall." "Also, Lisa told you herself, and then she disappeared," said Kra. ”

"That's right, Lisa's death is still a mystery to this day." Mir wanted to tell her something useful: "You and Lisa's bodies are buried in One Lafayette, and you're both from the Ivory Coast. ”

Mill continued, "The color of your body is so different from the last time I saw it, did you change your skin color after you died?" ”

Before she could answer, she suddenly vanished.

Mir was stunned, and then said to herself, "It seems that my words hit her lie directly, and let her escape." ”

He sighed and hunched down to pick up the two bottles of wine, yet his eyes were on them.

The boss and the drunkard were completely unaware of what had just happened, perhaps her presence made it impossible for them to perceive it, he had no time to think about it now, and needed to go upstairs as soon as possible and get back to the room as soon as possible.

An idea popped into Mir's mind, the appearance of the female ghost was most likely delaying his return to the room, and it was more likely that the murderer was in room 320 at this moment, about to attack Cyril.

Mir rushed straight to the third floor, placing two bottles of wine next to the door, and then he reached for the flintlock pistol at his waist with his right hand, without opening the safe, if the murderer committed the murder in the room, he wanted to capture the murderer alive.

He opened the door gently, leaving a tiny gap, and he closed his left eye and looked at the room with his right.

He saw Cyril sitting in a chair looking out the window, and the room was inexplicably quiet.

"Didn't the murderer show up?"

In the second murder, the killer died unexpectedly after Mill was drunk and asleep.

Mir was wondering why the murderer didn't show up this time, most likely because the murderer was breaking the rules, so that the stupid detectives and detectives could get nothing.

Mill could be sure that the time of the murderer's crime would be during the day, and in two or three hours it would be six o'clock in the morning.

"Looks like I don't have a chance to sleep."

Mir put the flintlock pistol back, took the two bottles of wine in the doorway, opened the door and entered the room.

"Mr. Detective Edward, it's raining outside." Cyril said.

"Damn! It's raining again. ”

Mir placed the two bottles on the table and leaned over to the window, looking out at the wet scene.

"The rain wasn't very heavy, but I didn't expect it to be foggy."

Cyril replied, "Yes, it's more like night, almost approaching." ”

"I hated rain before." Mir pinched his waist and said, "Since I became a detective, I've forgotten all about my cleanliness habits, and I like the colors that I hate. ”

"Don't you hate bad rainy days?" Cyril asked.

"Yes, I don't like it or I hate it."

Cyril grinned, "Mr. Detective Edward, you're changing because you've adapted to New Orleans." ”

"Probably, that's a good thing for me."

"Come on, let's have a toast!"

Mill sat down and said, "You can get a good night's sleep today." ”

Cyril and Mir's glasses collided with each other: "Yes, I am far less fortunate than you caught the murderer than I slept well." ”