Mir was right, and Doron arrived at the restaurant area near two o'clock in the afternoon.

Although Doron didn't bring any food with him, he arrived slowly, indicating that Omar was ready to take action on his target.

Mir gave Martin a look directly, and Martin immediately got up and said, "Sir, I'll go to room 320 to get something, and you can read what the newspaper says." ”

"Okay." Mill's eyes glanced at Doron, who had passed Martin, using his knife to cut the beef unhurriedly.

"Mr. Detective Edward, do you need to try the unique cuisine that I personally researched?" Doron came to Mir's side and said.

"No, I know what the unique cuisine you are talking about."

Mir continued to cut the beef and said, "You can help me get another bottle of brandy." ”

"Yes, Mr. Detective Edward." Duolun nodded in response to Mir.

Mir observed Doron's back as he put a fork into a slice of sliced beef in his mouth and savored it.

Mir mentally calculated the time, and in a moment the good show was about to begin, and smiled to himself.

Mir began to stare at the pocket watch on the dining table, the minutes ticking by, and there were less than two minutes left.

Martin's footsteps finally came out of the room where Chris was staying, and he headed straight for Room 316 at great speed.

Mir's timing was very good, and when Martin came out of room 316 after Martin had explained Cyril, it was the beginning of the fourth murder.

Time was running out, and now Mill didn't see Doron, or his footsteps.

"Is it so slow to get a bottle of brandy?"

Mir knew that Doren was deliberately stalling for time, and at this moment Mir thought that Omar was waiting for his moment.

Mill could barely hear anything unusual or anything other than Martin's footsteps, wondering how Omar had done the killing.

At this moment, the door to room 316 suddenly opened, and Martin ran down the stairs and shouted at the top of his throat, "Sir! Sir! Cyril is dead! ”

Martin's loud voice echoed in the hotel for a long time, and Mir nodded in satisfaction, and he put down his knife and fork and got up to meet Martin.

"What? Cyril is dead? Mir looked surprised, and his voice seemed louder than Martin's.

"Yes, sir!" Martin replied.

Mir scolded angrily, "Damn! Aren't they catching the murderer? Why did Cyril die? ”

"Yes, sir, did the murderer run to the hotel?" Martin asked.

"Boss! Boss! Mill shouted towards the staircase on the second floor.

Duolun ran up with brandy in his hand and asked, "What's going on?" Mr. Detective Edward. ”

"There's another murder in room 316 upstairs, and he's the guy he invited over last night." Mir questioned Doron.

Duolun's expression was extremely flustered: "Love... Mr. Detective Edward, he... He.. He's dead? ”

"He's dead, did you do it?" Martin suddenly grabbed the corner of the boss's clothes and asked, "Besides me and the chief, the most suspicious people here are you and the old man in the kitchen!" ”

Duolun swallowed nervously, shook his head and said, "No, no, no, Mr. Detective Edward, you listen to me, I've been making food in the kitchen, and just now you asked me to get a bottle of brandy, and just as I was about to come up, I heard you calling me." ”

"Martin, the boss is not a murderer." Mir wanted the rough-tempered Martin to loosen the corners of Doron's clothes: "I think there must be someone hiding in the hotel." ”

"Let's go, Doron, let's go and see." Mill said, looking at Doron.

Duolun freed up a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and he agreed to follow Mir to the third floor to have a look.

When Doron and Milmartin stand at the door of Room 316, Doron sees Inspector Louis and a woman staring at Cyril on the bed in the room.

Then Doron's eyes were on Mr. Thabit's door, and Duron happened to see the small details that Mir saw.

"Chris, what did you find?" Mir asked as he walked into the room.

Chris replied as if he were examining the deceased's injuries: "Judging from the body, it is basically the same as the previous murder, from the same murderer." ”

"His hands and feet were stretched extremely comfortably, his mouth was very wide open, his head fell to the tail of the bed, and these were the same." Chris analyzed: "The difference is that the murderer was during the day, and the previous ones were all at night. ”

Mir also followed Chris to look at it in a good manner, but Mir would also pay attention to Duolun's expression from time to time: "Obviously, the murderer should be in a hurry." ”

Martin took a step forward and added, "The sir's right, it's all spread throughout New Orleans, and the true identity of the murderer has been published in the newspapers." ”

Mir saw the complexity of Doron's expression, from the cautious small movements at first, to the shock of seeing Chris appear in the room, and finally the calm after trembling.

In the second murder, Duolun complained and then stayed where he was, even without saying a word.

"Boss, you can go and get busy." Mir commanded Doron.

After Doron leaves, Mir and Chris look at each other, and Martin is secretly happy alone, only Ruili is full of doubts and doubts.

"Miss Ruili, you'll understand when it's over." Martin gently closed the door and told Ruili.

"Chris, they've entered my layout, this is the only chance, I need to ambush Mr. Tabit in Mr. Thabit now, and I'll leave it to you here." Mill said.

Mir slowly opened the door, glanced at the ends of the hallway, and quietly headed for room 313.

Ruili watched Mill leave the room, she pointed to the person on the bed and asked Chris, "Inspector Louie, is he really dead?" ”

Chris laughed, shook it and said, "Not really." ”

Cyril withdrew his mouth, rubbed his face with both hands, opened his eyes, and said, "Miss Ruili, Martin, long time no see." ”

"You are?" Ruili asked in surprise as she looked at the person lying on the bed.

"Don't you remember me? I'm Cyril Stuart. Cyril sat up and said to Ruili.

Ruili stepped forward and stared at Cyril for a moment.

"I remember, you were the homeless dumb of that night, no, it was you, you really were Cyril?" Ruili said very happily.

"It's me, Miss Ruili."

"He's my subordinate now." Chris said.

"What?" Ruili was surprised.

Ruili's jaw dropped in shock, she didn't know when Cyril had become Inspector Louis's subordinate.