Adrian did not tell Mir if Vincent would continue to study magic here, nor did he agree to Vincent following Mir to Philadelphia.

He didn't say anything, didn't make any movements or reactions, but just opened the door and walked slowly into the house, leaving Mir to stay quietly outside the gate.

Mir sniffed the dampness in the air, and as he was about to catch up with the priest, he vaguely saw a pair of bright eyes glowing blue in a dark corner of the courtyard.

Mill wondered if the cat could be Sibylla.

Mir wanted to escape now, preferably away from the cat, he had developed a certain boredom with all the cats, because Sibylla's presence would render all of Mir's senses useless.

Even though the cat is not Sibyla, he doesn't want to risk it, and it's not worth it.

He had to wait for Uncle Amos to arrive tomorrow and was going to Philadelphia to investigate Delinea, and perhaps when the matter was finally over, he decided to meet Alina in France.

"Tell the priest for me, I'm leaving." Mill said to the cat.

Mir got into the carriage and sat down across from Karl, bowing his head in thought.

"Mir, what are you thinking?" Karl asked, looking at him, and finding that Mir was in a very unhappy mood.

"I'm wondering where I'm going next." "I don't want to go home just yet," Mill said. ”

"Of course it's a celebration, you caught the murderer, I think you should be a little happy."

"I don't know, I can only feel a little loss, although it is small, but it affects all my moods."

Carl seemed to understand: "I think you're worried about things in Philadelphia, right?" ”

"Or Miss Alina?"

Mill shook his head, "Neither, it's Doron and Laura." ”

"Them?"

"Yes, I don't know where they will be, and Paulina and Yaheng are gone."

Carvin suddenly remembered their names: "Is it the woman who lives in that house across the street?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Tabbitt, that's them." Mir said with confidence: "You told me before that Paulina always stays in the house, I used to follow her, but that's not the case, and the feeling she gives people, she is not good at socializing, she is not good at talking, almost all of them are pretended by her. ”

"However, Martin and Vincent have also explored Paulina's house, and I have heard that Paulina's mystical practices are only during the day, especially late at night, and she often goes out." Mill continued.

"Mir, will I continue to rent the house to her?" Carl asked.

"Of course." Mir replied, "I'll still observe." ”

Mir thought for a moment and said, "Omar didn't mention much about the girls in the New Orleans Hotel, and I think it has something to do with Doron." ”

"I know that the atmosphere in the hotel has always been like this, and Duolun's disappearance must have something to do with the Customs Pavilion, and they may have arranged it for Duolun." Carl didn't say that he slept with the girl in the customs hall, and directly changed the style of painting.

Mir needs to get the murder done these days, and then he'll find a place to take a vacation for himself, and he'll take them with him.

When he returns to New Orleans, Mill will make a visit to the House of Customs.

Mir wasn't sure if the weird guy would wait for him to come to the door at the Customs, and that Doren had disappeared inexplicably, perhaps by Laculilla Carmen, who was a heretic.

Mill wanted a little more time to learn about the signs of Doron's disappearance, and he was going to leave it to Chris before he left it to Philadelphia.

"Looks like that guy was right - I think you'll come back to me someday."

Mill said, "Mr. Tabit is right, I'll go to the House of Custom in a few days to investigate. ”

"Mr. Tabitt, are you really ready to quit this job?" Mill wants Carl to help him in Philadelphia.

"If you receive an order to go to Philadelphia to investigate, I will temporarily follow you there, where we may be waiting for us, and it will be a bloody storm." Carl knew that tomorrow would be an explosive message in the New Orleans newspapers.

"Isn't there anything you can do to stop the news from reaching Philadelphia?"

"Nope." Carr said: "Even if the newspaper does not publish it, the people in the French district police station will spread it personally, and on the surface, it is your credit to be able to catch the real murderer, to be honest, this credit should be counted in the police department, Inspector Louis's boss, so that they will be arrogant and even more unrestrained by the French side, and even make the French district police station independent here in New Orleans." ”

"Will it?" Mill said incredulously.

"For example, Walde Roux, did he send him from France to assist in the investigation, or because of Inspector Louie's letter, you were all helping." "The murder was the first of the involvement of the French District Police Department, and it was not until after the events of that letter that the Governor appointed you as a detective in New Orleans, on the one hand, and on the other hand, to give you a great identity and reputation on André Masséna's side, which would make your relationship with Alina less delicate," Carr analyzed. ”

"While Louisiana is a Commonwealth, New Orleans is a Commonwealth." "The most important thing is that the Confederation did not expel the French in New Orleans, but let them choose to stay, and we are in the French district of New Orleans, which is still governed by the French system," Carr said. ”

"I think there is a bit of intrigue between France and France here, and a lot of people have been sent here by the Confederation, and the people of France dislike them very much, and then they are driven to the downstream area to reclaim them."

When Mill first arrived at the New Orleans Hotel, he had seen some kind of discrimination between Walter Loot and Chris.

"It can be seen that Wald Lue's boss and Chris's boss are almost incompatible, they are mutually exclusive and discriminatory against each other, maybe it is the issue of interests between the two of them, something is unpleasant, or Or, Wald Lue's boss and Walter Lue's personality are the same, and the arrogance exudes in his bones."

"Don't be discouraged, Mill, your reputation will spread throughout St. Louis through this murder." Carr enlightened: "It may be a good thing to be able to reach Philadelphia, your arrival will make them even more jealous, and the other most important thing is that it will not only reach Philadelphia, but also France, and your name will be heard countless times in the palace of Marshal André Masséna, and what is even more interesting is that the French police department is because of the absurd conclusion of Inspector Louis, so that a federal detective can intervene and solve the murder with the help of the detective, so as to show their incompetence." , which can better reflect your value. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Tabbitt, I didn't take this matter to heart at all, I was for Ian in the original intention of the murder, and his death hit Uncle Amos hard."

"Let's go, Mr. Tabbitt, I want to get a good night's sleep tonight, and I'm going to pay homage to Ian tomorrow." Mir thought of Karl's wife, "Mr. Thabitt, what about your wife?" ”

"I'll go back to her house tomorrow." Karl sighed, "I don't know where her body is buried. ”

"Lafayette One." Mir said simply.

"I think she'll be buried there, and according to Omar's account, your wife will have been killed by someone arranged by your mistress very early." Mill hesitated, but finally he spoke, "Mr. Tabitt, you must have not been back to your real home for a long time. ”

The carriage drove slowly, and Carl's eyes were fixed on the dim light of the house outside the window.

Mir immediately tightened his mouth and didn't continue, he was waiting for Carl's words.

Mir had never been sympathetic, and regarding Matilda, he needed to get out of here sooner.

Chris was busy interrogating at the police station at the moment, unable to go to Matilda's place to bring her the good news of victory.

Mill thought that Matilda must not be accompanied on the way to Philadelphia, fearing that unnecessary gossip might reach Alina's ears.

Gradually, the drizzle wet the window, and everything outside the carriage began to be clouded again, so that Carl could not see anything outside the window, even his eyes and his love for his wife.

In this way, Carl's heart added a sense of regret and sadness, and the love and affection between him and his mistress Delina also added a bit of numbness and disgust at the same time.

Carl's eyes suddenly became a little moist, and under the complicated emotions, his heart was as cold as the rain outside the window.

The night was dark, the carriage was swallowed up by a damp mist, and all sight from the carriage was surrounded by darkness as we passed the New Orleans Inn.

Mir could hear his own heartbeat and Karl's heartbeat, the sound of the coachman's heartbeat had long been drowned out by the sound of the bumps and bumps, as if some guy had robbed the coachman's heart.

"Mir, you come with me to my wife's house tomorrow." Carl regained his expression and said, "I wonder if the person who killed her left any traces, and I want to know who actually took her life." ”

"Mr. Thabitt, do you think Omar will lie?"

"Maybe not, although I don't know him very well, since he can take out the Lover's Eye, this thing was kept by Delina before, and Omar handed it to me, which is enough to show that her death has nothing to do with Omar."

Mill didn't dare to speculate in front of Carl: "Mr. Thabitt, if there is no trace like the scene of the murder, it can mean that your wife's death was done by Omar, on the contrary, your wife's death should be done by Delina someone." ”