Mir and Matilda got into the carriage and left the neighborhood, where Carl had left before them.

"Mir, what are we looking for in the port of New Orleans?"

"I wonder where Abis got it here."

Matilda said, "Mir, there won't necessarily be any clues there, I think they'll leave, maybe even run for nothing." ”

"No, Matilda, maybe I'll find some other clues over there." Mir insisted on going.

Mir was thinking of going to the port of New Orleans during the day, and if it was night, he might think that the scene was similar that night, and Matilda would be scared to death.

Mir didn't hear Matilda's response: "Matilda, we'd better hurry up and try to get back before evening." ”

"Why?"

"There's something unclean, can you understand?"

Matilda shook her head and said, "I don't understand, you can say it in detail." ”

"Oh, no, I don't want to tell you about that, and I can't tell you."

"Is it a ghost?" She asked suddenly.

Mir hesitated for a moment, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Yes, it's the ghost, you know it?" ”

"I've heard people talk about it in France, but I've never seen it." Matilda asked curiously, "Have you seen it?" Mill, what does it look like? ”

"It's not pretty, even though I've only seen the background, and I don't know what its proof looks like."

Mill continued, "By the way, Chris has seen it too, and seems to have seen what it looks like. ”

"Really?"

"Of course." "It was dark, standing alone in the dim light, it had no clothes on," Mill recalled. Mir gestured as he said, "Its ass is so big, and its golden hair is long, as if it were a woman." ”

"During the day, I'm not sure if it'll show up again, but that day I remember seeing it at night, when your brother and I were on the deck of the ship." "The night light at night was so bright that it struck its body with a strange light," said Mill, "and its back was extremely slender and straight like a wall, close to the smoothness of a plane, and its skin was brighter than the moonlight, and the white of the clouds in the sky." ”

"Wow, I think she's a pretty ghost." Matilda exclaimed.

Mir advised her, "Don't feel that way, Matilda, I don't know she's going to do something else in New Orleans." ”

"Is it the murderer?" Matilda looked up at the top of the carriage and said with a wink.

"It's hard to say, but fortunately the murderer wasn't a ghost, otherwise I really wouldn't have anything to do with her." Mir looked at Matilda's beauty and said, "Actually, this murder was all caused by your brother, and if it weren't for his ridiculous conclusions, maybe it wouldn't be my turn to investigate." ”

"I've heard that." Matilda looked into Mir's eyes and saw that the look of envy in his eyes was gone: "My brother occasionally says something about the case. ”

"What?" Mill was surprised: "Does he want you to participate?" ”

"No, he wants me to know more about you."

Mill understood Chris's intentions, and let Matilda succeed in the entanglement, in order to give his father a good answer, there must be an exchange of letters between Chris and his father, and he wanted to find a time to ask Chris personally.

"We're almost there." Mill leaned sideways to look out the window at several French police officers guarding the roadside.

In a few moments, the carriage changed from rapid to sluggish, and gradually came to a halt near the harbor.

"Why did you stop outside the harbor?" Mir was amazed.

He told Matilda that he was going to get out of the car to see what was going on.

"Why did the carriage stop?" Mir asked, opening the carriage door.

The driver replied, "Sir, someone from the police station has stopped us, and we can't go ahead." ”

Mir slowly walked towards the guy who had intercepted the coachman, the officer with his proud head up, his thick arms holding a flintlock pistol in front of him, and Mir felt like Ward Ruw.

"Sir, I don't care who you are, you can't go through here." He said arrogantly.

"Are you Inspector Louie's man?" Mir stood across from the man, almost half a head taller than him.

The man heard Mir say the title of Inspector Louis, and said bluntly: "The murderer is said to be nearby, and this is the order of the chief to us to stay here." ”

Mir stared at the man's crimson hair and shouted, "Hey! Please answer me. ”

"I'm not Inspector Louie's man."

Mir nodded: "Very good, then you should be Walter Lu's man, you are his subordinate, we have met, I remember you." ”

"Really? I'm not impressed at all. ”

"In room 320 of the New Orleans Hotel, Wald Rue and Inspector Louie were arguing, and I was right next to me."

The man looked at Mir in horror, "Are you Detective Edward?" ”

"Yes."

"Didn't you investigate the murderer?"

"I'm here to catch the murderer."

The man touched his chin and continued to look at Mir, "You can't go in." ”

"Why?" Mir wondered.

"The chief told us that Detective Edward must not come here." The man said, "I feel like you're a murderer." ”

"Do you want to taste what it's like to go back to France with a dirty face? Waldrue is going to get out of here, and I think you will too. Mir said dismissively, "The murderer has been caught by me, and your chief Wald Rue is in the police station, watching Inspector Louis interrogate Omar." ”

"No, it can't be." The man looked at his colleague next to him: "The chief won't leave us alone." ”

"You can go back to the police station and ask."

Matilda vaguely heard that Mir was a little unhappy with the police in the French district, and simply got out of the car to help him, at least his identity could allow the carriage to pass.

"Mir, what's going on?"

"Oh, we can't get in, Matilda."

"Ma... Miss Matilda. The man saw a beautiful girl quietly appear behind Mir, and he turned his head to observe it carefully, and Matilda's appearance and identity brought great fear, and he panicked.

"Do you recognize me?"

"Yes, near the police station."

Matilda's eyes did not fall on him, but glanced at Mir: "You should know who I am, and you should know who he is." ”

The man bowed deeply to Matilda, "Dear Miss Matilda, I have followed the orders of Chief Walder Rud. ”

"Yes, I don't want to embarrass you, as long as you let the carriage pass, we need to investigate." Matilda said in a gentle tone, "Or you go in with us, so that you can be sure that we are investigating clues, and if you see your superior, you will have some words." ”

"Thank you, Miss Matilda." The man bowed again.

"Please tell me your name."

"Miss Matilda, please call me Kevin."

Matilda immediately turned to look at Mir: "The carriage will stop here, you can give him a little more money, and when we go back, there will be a car to ride." ”

"Kevin, please lead the way."

"Yes, Miss Matilda."

Kevin strode over, gave a few words of explanation to his colleagues, and led Matilda and Mir into the port of New Orleans.

Matilda looked into the distance, the port of New Orleans was a little familiar to her, and she had disembarked at the pier at the front of her when she first arrived in New Orleans.

"Are there any other berths here? Kevin. "Mir wants to take Matilda out of the second dock.

Kevin said: "There are currently two berths, Mr. Detective Edward. ”

Kevin then pointed to the dense woods to the left: "In that direction. ”

Mir and Matilda looked at Kevin's finger at the same time.

Mir didn't see a viable path in the meadow: "There doesn't seem to be any route there. ”

"Yes, except for the berths on the docks, they are left alone, they are abandoned."

"Didn't anyone go over there and leave here by boat?"

"Occasionally, there would be people playing on the beach, and I remember there was just an old boat, which was enough for the kids here to enjoy the boat," Kevin recounts. ”

"We can go there and see, Matilda."

"I seem to be a little interested."

Mir asked as he walked, "Is it the sea?" ”

"It's the calm sea and the dilapidated boats."

"Don't you feel like there's something missing here?"

Matilda turned her face sideways and said, "There's a little bit of hustle and bustle." ”

"yes, the gray kites are gone, I don't know where they went, they seem to have been driven away by some guy." Mill looked up at the few great oak trees that were there.

"They look like they're fine." Mir was incredulous: "Extremely thick tree trunks, their branches look like they are fighting, waving their weapons in their hands. ”

"yes, I also feel a little strange that the Port of New Orleans only has this kind of tree on this end." Matilda suddenly stopped, looked ahead, her hand tightly wrapped around Mir's strong arm, and then whispered, "Mir, look. ”

"Kevin." Mir whispered, "Stop. ”

Ahead there was a man in rags, barefoot on the edge of a dilapidated boat, looking straight ahead of the shore.

From the back, he was a burly figure, with wet dark brown hair, which was scattered on his shoulders, many of which were bent and had a few traces of streps.

Mir could determine the gender of the man, but he didn't know what he was doing here, or who he was waiting for.