"What? Conspiracy? Ruili was surprised, "Sir, do you mean that Mr. Thabit's appearance is a conspiracy?" ”

Mill shook his head, "No, it's the debate I had with Tabit before an hour ago. ”

"It's all wrong, and the evidence that can be found from the first murder points to Mr. Thabit until the third murder." Mir thought for a moment and continued: "The murderer meant to let Mr. Thabit die at my hands, so that it would become the fourth murder, and if Mr. Thabit had not been captured by me, then the murderer would have appeared here in person today. ”

When Mir said this, Vincent and Ruili were shocked, and their jaws almost dropped.

"Sir, are all the clues wrong?" Vincent asked.

"I don't know, it may be wrong, it may not be wrong, there was a mistake in this period, but I haven't figured it out yet." Mill said.

Ruili asked, "Sir, I'm thinking about a question, Mr. Thabit has no reason to kill them at all. ”

"No, as far as I know, there is a reason." Mill retorted, "It's a meeting, it's about voting." ”

"When I told Mr. Thabit about the clues and evidence that I knew, he was almost indifferent, and although he had some rebuttals to me, none of them were clues, and I had no strong evidence to convince him." Mir clenched his fists tightly, "Most importantly, Mr. Thabit has given me a favorable message. ”

"What's the message?" Vincent and Ruili asked at the same time.

"It's a special perfume smell." Mir smiled: "It turned out to be the aroma of a wine." ”

Vincent asked, "Wine?" ”

"Yes, it's called Abis, an ancient wine." Mill replied.

Ruili pondered, "Since Mr. Tabit can name the wine, I think he must have tasted it." ”

Mir nodded: "That's right, because of this, everything in the murder case indicates that the murderer is Mr. Thabitt, but I think that the murderer must have the same as him, even a guy who is extremely consistent, but I don't know who this guy will be." ”

Vincent suddenly thought of the monster-like guy he met in the Customs Hall: "Sir, do you remember what happened in the Customs Hall?" ”

"Of course, that smells that way, too." Mill said, "I have thought that it could not be him, and do not forget that we were in Father Cavendish house, and we saw him with the witch in the mirror on the fireplace." ”

"Since he has that kind of strength, I don't think he will do it to ordinary people, I feel that they are planning a bigger thing, not to mention that Father Cavendish is still alive, he will not do it." The murderer came to Mir's mind, and all that was shown was a thin black outline.

Ruili wanted to tell Mir what she had just guessed with Vincent, and she was worried that she might accidentally disturb Mir's train of thought.

"Sir, I mentioned Mr. Tabit to Miss Ruili, and he is here today, is it possible that he is the real target of the murderer." Vincent said what Rayleigh wanted to say.

"Sir, that's what I want to say." Ruili added.

Mir thought about it, Vincent's guess was definitely not impossible, he thought about it, and thought that what Vincent said was extremely reasonable.

Today has only just begun, and with the exception of Mr. Tabitt, almost all the people who come to stay at the hotel today are likely to be the real targets of the murderers, including Cyril.

"I know, when you're done eating, it's time for us to do the rest." Mir commanded.

"Is it the people who went to monitor room 316?" Vincent asked.

"No, it's to create public opinion."

"I see, sir, it's Marcos's—" Vincent's mouth tightened suddenly.

At this moment, Mir's eyes were staring at Vincent, with a fierce glint in his eyes, as if to warn him to keep his mouth in check.

Mir heard unhurried footsteps on the second floor, and he knew who this person was, it was the woman named Lisa, and he immediately returned to his seat.

"Mr. Tabitt, which room do you live in? I'm worried that the murderer will most likely appear today, and I need to send someone to protect you. Mill said as he watched Carl eat up the food on his plate.

Karl wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "I don't know yet, the owner of the hotel probably said that I should find a room to live in and not charge money." ”

Karl pointed to the plate and said, "He doesn't take any money for this." ”

"Could it be that the murderer is the owner of the hotel?" Mir muttered.

"Yes, you're a well-known good guy in New Orleans, and it's normal not to take money." Mir was in the hostel for all the expenses and the owner didn't charge money last night.

Carl shook his head: "I collected money before, but I only confiscated it today." ”

"Really?" Mir began to wonder what the innkeeper was having: "I don't know about this, I am treated the same as you." ”

Chris abruptly interrupted the conversation between the two: "Wait a minute, the innkeeper's unusual behavior makes people even more suspicious that he is the murderer." ”

"And what was his motive for killing? Is it murder for money? Mill asked, looking at Chris.

"I don't know, I'm just suspicious." Chris thought for a moment and said, "Their deaths all happened in the hotel, and there is a very high probability that he is the murderer." ”

"Of course I do." Mir said confidently: "I suspected him, but the current clues and evidence are not with him. ”

"Maybe he'll show his feet today." Mill continued, "After my men have eaten, Chris, let's start planning the next step." ”

"What's the plan?"

"Have you forgotten what I said before about creating public opinion?"

"No, I thought it was something else." Chris said, "So what does it take me to do? ”

"Hmm," Mir said, glancing at Karl, "your mission is to protect Mr. Thabit from now on." ”

"No, Mir, you need to catch the murderer, I don't need anyone to protect me." Karl politely refused.

"Mr. Tabitt, whoever comes to stay at the hotel today may become the target of the murderer." Mill leaned over and whispered to Carl, "The clues, the evidence all point to you, I guess you are the most dangerous, as for the others, I will keep an eye on them." ”

"Okay then." Carl agreed.

"Mir, do you need me to go to the police station and send more people?" Chris asked.

Mir didn't want them to come here to make trouble: "Not for the time being, if there are too many people, they will help more and more, and may even let the murderer escape." ”