"And where is he now?" Omar wants to know the whereabouts of Sheriff Bernard from Mir's mouth, and wants to find an opportunity to end his life.

"He's staying in a very safe place now, do you want to continue to seek revenge on him?"

"Of course! He must die! Omar became extremely uncool, for him, Sheriff Bernard was still alive, and his hatred was not resolved: "Just tell me where he is." ”

"You know I'm not going to tell you, Omar, you're dead."

Mir continued: "You wanted to blame Walter Ru for his death in order to kill him, and it should have been the person in the police station who told you that Wald Rue knew something about it. ”

"The state he showed was indeed a little stupid, but he was still wise, he knew the eyebrows, and it didn't matter much."

"Really?" Mill said, "The newspaper in Ward Rew's drawer was what Chris showed me, and it was about meetings. ”

"You're worried he's going to investigate, and then you let the guy at the police station find someone random." Mill turned sideways and pointed at Cyril and said, "That's him, Cyril Stuart." ”

Umar looked closely at Cyril, who also stared at Omar.

"He's Chris's right-hand man, and you're going to create a big rift between Walde Roux and Louis Chris, and take the opportunity to mess with the troubled waters, and you'd love to see the chaos in the police station."

"This is my wish, and it is also the result of their own fault, and it is their own fault." Omar said coldly.

"Looks like you know about it? There were also newspapers about the conference. ”

"I don't know the whole thing, but I know their names."

"Mr. Edward, where the hell is he?" Omar still didn't give up.

"Hmm... At Father Cavendish, do you still want to go? ”

Umar was stunned for a moment, and then he took a deep breath and said, "Of course I will, as long as Jacques is not under the protection of Father Cavendis, I can succeed." ”

Mir still underestimated Omar, perhaps he was deliberately keeping his composure.

"Aren't you afraid of Father Cavendis?"

Omar hesitated: "I'm terrified, but I'll think of something else." ”

"Alright, Mr. Edward, let me wait quietly for Marjorie to come up." Omar removed his hands from his chair.

"It's going to be boring, Omar."

"Instead of being boring, you can think of some last words, or if there is anything you need me to pass on." Omar said aloud: "Think about it together. ”

Mir's men looked at each other with Chris and Cyril, except for Mir, who were waiting for his next move.

"Then I'll talk about it first."

"Omar, do you want to know about my plan?"

"Mr. Detective Edward, this doesn't seem to be your last words, you'd better pick and choose to say it briefly." Omar reminded him.

"No, that's my last word, do you want to hear it?"

"I don't want to hear it, not at all."

"You seem scared." Mir was a little tired, and walked over to sit down in his chair, where he sat down in front of Carl, looking at the plate of crow meat on the table.

"Not enough to make me feel jealous except for you." Omar also sat down, and he looked into Mir's eyes: "I don't understand a little, you relied on something to devour Paulina's power. ”

"Are you afraid that I'll devour each other's magic?"

"yes, I'm worried and curious."

"A woman with such terrifying strength can be defeated by you, Mr. Edward, and we can talk about it." Omar leaned in and said.

"Her strength is terrifying, I don't know what's going on, I feel like Father Cavendish helped me."

"Hey! Don't lie to me, he probably can't do it, not even LaCurilla Carmen. ”

"He's a heretic, and he doesn't inherit the mantle of a priest, and I hardly know what kind of strength Father Cavendish has."

Omar began to observe Mir's every move, not seeing anything wrong.

He kind of wants to try it, or he wants to take on a challenge.

"I heard that Yaheng was also defeated by you." Omar immediately withdrew his gaze.

"It's just a fluke." Mir said, "You're well-informed, Omar. ”

"Did she tell you?"

"Yes, although I knew what they came to Louisiana for, I never wanted to help them." Omar nodded.

"As I almost guessed, they always come here to take refuge for something, not just to sacrifice the living."

"I don't know about this, it's their own business, I just want to use them, and the woman even escaped."

Mir is going to tell Laura that she is not alive: "Then do you know that she is a dead person?" ”

"What?" Omar was surprised: "I know she died before, and I don't know how she survived." ”

"Doesn't your son know about this?"

"He didn't know, probably thinking that Laura was alive, which was a good thing for him."

"You're not telling the truth, Omar."

"Right? Doran. ”

"Mr. Edward, I don't know at all." Duolun swallowed and said nervously.

"You opened the New Orleans Hotel, she is still the person in your hotel, could it be that you are hiding something? You must have something to do with Paulina. Mir didn't believe Doron's words, after all, Omar was there, and Doron didn't dare to reveal it.

Duolun stammered, "I... I really don't... I don't know, I... My sense of death for her... Feeling very guilty, after... Later it was Laura pro... I came to see it myself. ”

"What is she looking for you for?" Mir and Omar looked at him at the same time.

"She... She—" Doron's eyes began to dodge.

"Damn Doron! Hurry up and tell me! Omar roared.

"She wants me to do something."

"What's the matter?" Mill asked.

"Let me find out where the prophet is."

"Do you know the name of the prophet? I think Laura should tell you. ”

Doren shook his head and said, "Never, I asked her when I was in bed, but she never told me. ”

When Doron finished saying this, Marjorie happened to be heard by the climber, and she stared at Doron with strange eyes.

But Duolun staggered his gaze directly, and his heart was very flustered at this time, but Marjorie didn't hear the most important message just now - when he was in bed, Duolun asked Laura.