Matilda blinked when she saw their dumbfounded expressions.

"It's magic." Matilda explains: "It's more like witchcraft. ”

Thus Mir thought of Paulina and Ahyon, and the prophet whom he had spoken of, that the human sacrifice was almost more inclined to witchcraft.

In addition, Matilda talks about magic, and Mir has seen Omar's dark magic in his hotel room.

"Does the murderer know magic? Like Omar? Mill asked.

"It should be the person behind the murderer." Matilda replied.

"Impossible!" Karl knew who Matilda was talking about: "I've never seen her use any magic or sorcery. ”

"Mr. Thabitt, you and Omar seem to have been deceived by that woman."

Mill looked at Karl and continued: "I think she deceived everyone, she deliberately hid it. ”

"It's almost the first time I've seen this wine." Matilda observed the little bit of turquoise liquid left on the bottle: "It's just the smell it emits, fragrant and inviting. ”

"Are there many such wines in New Orleans?" She asked, looking at them both.

"Omar has it, but alas, he's being interrogated at the police station." Mir replied, "If you want to taste it, go to the police station and ask him to tell him where he got the wine from, or where he left the rest." ”

"But, Matilda, I need to warn you that you had better not try this wine lightly."

Matilda put the empty bottle on the table: "Why? ”

"There's a hallucinogenic thing in there, and if you drink too much, you'll be delirious." Mir didn't want to taste it again: "Because Omar said that the Ebes has been refined, and the wine has not been refined, I don't think there should be any here." ”

"Miss Matilda, I want to know something." Carl wanted to know the most important information.

Matilda shook her head and said, "I don't know, but what I can be sure of is that your wife is not dead. ”

Karl couldn't understand why his wife hadn't died when she had been stripped off by the murderer, and he raised his eyelids to look at the bidet, and suddenly noticed something very obvious.

Curious, Karl walked over and crouched down to see a long, curly hair of a different color than his wife's.

He plucked from the mess of pale blonde hair on the floor, then stood up, came to the edge of the ledge, looked carefully by the light outside the window, and sniffed again.

He didn't smell anything but a smell of blood.

"Mir, look, what did I find?" Carl said excitedly.

Mir didn't answer him, but leaned his hand against the wall, his eyes tilted to the corner to the right, and stared blankly.

Karl didn't bother Mir any longer, and turned to hand Matilda the dark blue strand of hair in his hand.

"This should be the only thing left of the murderer."

"Mr. Tabitt, there should be a lot of hair of this color in New Orleans, children, men, women, and old people." Matilda can't take it as an important clue: "Not being able to make the most accurate screening is like looking for a needle in a haystack." ”

"I can find it." Mill said suddenly.

"He might know something about it." Mir leaned over and looked at one of the hairs in Matilda's hand, "The killer's target can be found among the scavengers and the homeless." ”

"We also need to ask Chris to investigate where the Ebes were smuggled to New Orleans." "There's probably going to be a little bit of a different new clue at the nearest port terminal," Mill said. ”

Matilda agrees with Mir, as long as Carl looks at Mir and then at Matilda.

Carl was still hesitating, and in the face of Matilda's clues at the scene of the crime and Mir's summary of all the details and known information, he made a judgment and decision, and he wanted to try to catch the real murderer of his wife as soon as possible.

"Then we can get out of here for a while." Karl glanced at the bidet and asked Mir, "What about the corpses downstairs?" Do I need to notify someone at the police station? ”

"Of course." Mill shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's best to have Chris come over and leave it to them to deal with." ”

"Mr. Tabitt, you need to tell Chris, ask him to ask Omar and give him any information about the murderer." Mir picked up the strand of hair from the palm of Matilda's right hand and said, "Matilda can come with you to Chris." ”

"If Inspector Louis knew Matilda was involved..."

"Mr. Tabitt, you know Chris gets angry, do you?" Mir leaned close to Mir's chest and whispered, "You insisted on bringing her." ”

"That's right, Mir, you need to help me, Miss Matilda owes a lot of money." Karl looked at Mir with a smile and said, "You should understand my intentions. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Thabitt, but I don't know how to end it."

"Only let Inspector Louis know that Matilda is with us to investigate the case, not me." Mill didn't want Chris's anger to be stupid and angry: "It's not my tough attitude, it's not an order, she's a noble lady from France." ”

"You, a French aristocratic lady, will follow an inconspicuous detective elsewhere to investigate a murder case, and if you spread the word, it will make people laugh out of their teeth, especially those French people." Mill reminded Carl: "Mr. Tabitt, your identity would be a little better than me, at least I'll face Chris myself in the future, it's a bit of a rhetoric." ”

Carl thought for a moment and said, "I have a great idea, Mir. ”

"What's the idea?"

"Turn the investigation into the trail into a kind of date between you."

"No, Mr. Tabitt, that sounds ridiculous." Mill rejects Carl's bad idea.

Karl laughed, "No, Mir, it's not ridiculous, it's crazy, crazy dating, and you, as a detective, dating is going to be very special." ”

"That's a bad idea, Mr. Tabitt." Mir reluctantly said, "Even though Chris agreed to me dating Matilda, he would not let me do it at the scene of the crime." ”

"Actually, some of the secrets about Matilda, which Chris came to me in person, turned out to be just as ridiculous."

"Listen to me, Mir, you can fight absurdity with absurdity, for Inspector Louis, it is nothing more than hoping that Matilda will stay with you, no matter where you are, maybe this is the result he wants to see, and even more so he expects."

Mill sensed that Karl was right, "Alright then, let her follow first, Mr. Tabitt, you need to reveal a little to Inspector Louie." ”

"I understand."

"What are you talking about?" Matilda asked quietly as she leaned close to Mir's head.

Mill and Karl looked at each other, then at Matilda and said, "Nothing. ”

"Let's go."

"Where next?"

"Port of New Orleans."

"What about Mr. Tabitt?"

"He went to the police station." Mir pointed to the floor and said, "The corpses downstairs, they're here to dispose of them." ”