Karl felt a hint of despair, and a hint of worry, despair that he had to die today, and worry that Mir couldn't handle Omar because he knew how to do magic.

Karl looked away from Omar's palm, and at this moment he was terrified that if Omar used magic, it would be like the dinner knife in his hand, and it would turn to ashes.

But instead of doing so, he blamed the people in the police station for his death.

Karl turned his back to Omar, pretending to be helpless, showing Omar a look of extreme loss, but in fact his face was worried.

He didn't know when Mir would be in front of Omar, maybe Mir was waiting for Marjorie to return.

He could only delay a little longer, and now Omar had told him that he had no more luxuries at this moment, and that his wife had left this world before him.

He was taken advantage of by his mistress, emotionally betrayed and deceived, and with a little indifference to his wife all these years, and instead he felt that death was a relief.

Karl stared blankly at the plate of cold crow meat on the table, his eyes were empty, and he gradually fell into emotions of sadness, pain, worry, melancholy, and fear.

"It's all my fault, Carol." Carl silently muttered his wife's name, "Please forgive me, Carol. ”

"I'll see you later."

At this point, Marjorie returned, not knowing what had happened in the moment she had left, and she saw Karl standing there alone, motionless.

"Dad, what's wrong with him?" Marjorie asked curiously.

"He seems to want to die, and I gave him a taste of sin." Omar observed Karl: "You see, he's starting to get completely disillusioned with the world. ”

As Omar said this, there was a thud in the closet in the room, and Mir walked out slowly.

This scene made Omar and Marjorie's eyes look towards the source of the sound, and they were stunned, they never thought that there was a guy hidden in the closet.

"Mr. Tabitt, you are experiencing the sin in his heart, don't be fooled." Mir shouted.

"Damn! It's you! Omar was shocked and surprised: "It's good that you are here, you two can die together, just have a companion, so I don't have to find you myself in the end." ”

Mir smiled contemptuously: "Omar, the murderer of the murder is really you, you can't escape!" ”

"No, Detective Edward, I'm not the murderer, the murderer is someone from the police station." Omar quibbled, "I think you also heard the conversation between us." ”

Mill stepped forward slowly, then pulled Karl as hard as he could, trying to get him out of some kind of emotion.

"Thank you." Karl looked at Mir and said, "He must have cast some kind of spell on me, so I inadvertently fell into it." ”

"No, Mr. Tabitt, that's his magic."

Mir pointed at Omar and said, "There are many holes in your conversation, and you haven't told him a lot of things and details, am I right?" Omar. ”

"Indeed." Omar stared at Mir with a dirty face, "All I can tell you is that you're a little too smart, and that's not a good thing, Mr. Edward." ”

"Thanks for the compliment, but let the rest of you know about your seemingly seamless plan."

Mill went on to say, "You've got to pay for what you did. ”

"There's no need anymore."

"Really? I want you to know how my layout plan made you so eager to kill Mr. Thabit. ”

Omar hesitated, wondering how the guy in front of him had done it.

"Okay, let's talk about it." Omar agreed.

"Can I take someone else's life?" Mir asked.

Omar didn't know what he was trying to do: "Are you trying to arrest me?" ”

"No, you can do magic, I can't, neither of us." Mir shook his head and deliberately dodged a few steps back, showing extreme fear, trying to give Omar a little bit of dignity.

"Then you let them in, maybe we can die here together, and no one will know my whereabouts and plans from now on."

Mir immediately walked over and opened the door to the room, shouting their names into the hallway.

After a while, Ruili, Martin, Vincent, Chris and Cyril walked in with Doron.

Mir felt that there were still two people missing, and looked back at Omar and said, "Omar, where are Lisa and Kra?" ”

"I don't understand what you're saying." Omar spread his hands.

"Don't pretend, Omar, they're not dead, you can get them all to come and listen." Mir poked him and said.

Mill added, "And that Laura." ”

"She's not my person."

"Really? I know she's not your person, she's Paulina Danich's person. ”

"How do you know?" Omar was amazed.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you later." Mir smiled wryly.

"Mr. Edward, you are talking about Laura, she is dead, and she has yellow fever." Duolun only bowed his head and spoke, never daring to look at his father, Omar.

"She died of illness? I thought you killed her. ”

"No, I never wanted to kill her, I used to just want to use her... Use... her body. ”

"No wonder Marjorie Blott would sell her body and even use it to make them lose their guard." Mill looked at Doron and said, "I guess Laura died on May 18th." ”

"It's the day before the 18th, the 17th," Doron replied nervously.

"Damn Doron! You'd better keep your mouth shut! Otherwise you know the consequences! Omar roared.

"Listen, Marjory, this is your father, and if you follow this mad father, you may die before you go to France."

Omar knew that Mir was deliberately provoking: "Mr. Edward, I'm running out of patience. ”

"No, Omar, you'll be very patient with what I've to say, you'd better let them come up quickly."

Marjory placed the wine on the table, and she immediately went straight to the bathroom door, shouting into the dark passage under the floor.

After Cara and Lisa slowly climbed up from the secret passage, Lisa's hands nervously clasped each other in front of her body, and she lowered her head and said, "Old Ben, she... She fled. ”

"Hell! Her people are not reliable at all! Omar exasperated.

Omar looked at everyone in the room and waved his palm, and the door to the room suddenly closed.

"Mr. Edward, you can speak now."

"Of course." Mill shrugged.