"Sir, don't worry, I didn't look at her more, at least I followed the fake Lisa, these two people make me feel like one person." Martin's eyes looked at Vincent, then at Rili and said, "Besides, I don't dare do anything with her after the last incident." ”

Mir nodded in satisfaction, "It's better to be like this, or I won't be saving you." ”

Mir now had no amulet, and even if the ghost did find the door, he didn't know how to save Martin's life.

"Then I'll wait for you upstairs." Mir wanted to go to room 316 to see if Cyril was asleep.

"By the way, Chris, your mission now is to keep Mr. Tabit safe, and if he doesn't want you to protect him, or insists on letting you leave, then you can find a room closer to monitor everything outside the room." Mir instructed.

"Okay, Mir, Mr. Thabit is safe for me."

After saying goodbye to everyone on the second floor, Mir walked slowly up to the third floor.

He then approached the door of room 316 and knocked softly, but there was no sound of answer in the room.

"Is he really asleep?"

Before opening the door, Mill thought that if Cyril locked the door, he wouldn't go to the room at all.

Mir tried to open the door just in time to see if Cyril had locked it behind him.

The door was suddenly opened by Mir, he was stunned for a moment, and the joy in his heart suddenly appeared, Mir chose to stand in the doorway, and his joy gradually turned into worry.

He was worried that if the murderer broke in directly, he would be able to ask for Cyril's life directly.

Mir was relieved when he heard Cyril's sound of sleep, and what he had to do now was to wake him up.

He needed to ask Cyril something, it was Mr. Tabbitt's, whether it was Uncle Amos's letter, or whether Mr. Tabit really hadn't killed anyone.

Mill was anxious to prove that Cyril would find at least some comfort in his soul if he were in agreement with Mr. Tabitt's description.

"Wake up, Cyril." Mill tried to wake him up.

Mill shook Cyril for a long time before he woke up.

"Mr. Detective Edward, is my mission accomplished?" Cyril rubbed his eyes, which he felt now, almost heavy, unable to lift them, and did not even want to open them at all.

"No, I'm here to find out something."

"What's the matter?"

"Mr. Tabit didn't vote at the meeting, right?" Mill asked.

Cyril replied in a daze, "Hmm... Yes. ”

"He left later, didn't he?"

"Well, yes, I sent Mr. Tabit home."

Mir probably understood: "Alright, Cyril, you go ahead and rest, and remember to lock the door behind you." ”

"Okay, Edward... Detective..."

The moment Mir turned, Cyril immediately began to return to the dream.

Mir had gone out and closed the door, pacing down the hallway by himself.

Mills had been pondering one thing, not the question of who the murderer was, but who the murderer's next target would be, between Cyril and Mr. Tabbitt, or if there would be someone else in the hotel today.

Because when Mir was on the second floor, he didn't see any of the two drunkards and the boss, as if all this was hinting at something.

They weren't like when Mir first came to the hotel, and that night, he clearly remembered, getting drunk with the boss and the drunkards, and the murder happened later.

Mir finally returned to room 320, the door wide open, and he stood there by the window with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking at the open space below the inn.

He was looking down at people walking on the road, especially suspicious people.

The rain didn't rain, and the fog outside the window had lightened considerably, but still, a thin white fog could obscure part of Mir's vision.

At this moment, he saw a familiar figure, staggering, walking extremely slowly.

"This old man looks familiar." Mir muttered.

Mill suddenly remembered that the old man downstairs was the lonely old man from the last time he and Chris went to the dining room.

The old man's clothes were not the same as those worn that day, he was wrapped in a dark green coat with only the back end of the coat at the back and up to the knees.

Due to the old man's obesity and tightly wrapped clothes, Mir's eyes kept falling on his silver hair, and his long hair was extremely eye-catching.

By the time Mir was distracted, the old man had disappeared into the street, and Mir had been looking at the window for a long time, and he couldn't see how he had run away in a short time.

"Did he go into the hotel?" Mir said angrily, "Damn! ”

Mir didn't want anyone to come to the hotel, and if he did, he would be a third person, and he still had to determine who the murderer was targeting.

"Sir, we're back." Martin said, standing in the doorway.

"Okay." Mir chose to continue standing at the window, waiting for the assignment to be assigned, hoping to see the old man emerge from the hotel.

Martin and the others randomly found a place to sit down, and they waited for Mir to take the order.

"Martin, you'll be in the newspaper later, you need to report the incident." Mir pretended to be deep and said: "The meaning should not be too clear as much as possible, just to create panic among the murderers." ”

"Yes, sir."

"Marcos has already left Carat's house at this time, once the information is in the newspaper, France will definitely make some moves when he goes to the police station, and Walde Roux will be impatient to arrest Marcos himself." Mir said: "The information I gave you is that the murderer has been identified as Marcos, but is still being arrested, remember, his identity is only revealed to be the chef in the hotel, and you can say whatever else you want." ”

Martin smiled and said, "I see, sir. ”

"It's better to get more newspapers and get the residents of New Orleans to know about it."

"I'll give you the money when I'm done."

"Sir, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." Martin seemed to be unable to hold back.

"Ruili, you need to look at the person in room 316, I think you should know him." Mill said as she looked at Ruili.

"What?" Ruili asked in surprise, "Who is he?" ”

"Cyril Stuart." "You remember the night we first came to the hotel," said Mir, "and the homeless man you met was him. ”

"OMG! When I saw his face on the first floor of the stairs that day, it felt very familiar. Ruili exclaimed.