"Who is he?" Mill asked, glancing at Kevin.

Kevin spread his hands and said, "I don't know, I've never seen him here, I don't know how he came here." ”

"I think he must have been last night, or late at night, barely out of reach, and my colleagues and I casually found a place to rest on the right side of the port." Kevin glanced at the guy not far away and said, "Since the day before yesterday, no one has been allowed to come here to board the ship, this is the order of Inspector Louis, because the murderer may have mixed in with the French aristocratic crowd from the port." ”

After Mill told Chris to blockade the entire New Orleans harbor and that Omar had been arrested, he didn't have time to order the police department to open the place.

Mill had already thought of how Chris persuaded the French nobles to offend them if they were not allowed to board the ship, at least in the police station of the French district, even though Chris was also a member of the French aristocracy, Chris did not want to disgrace his father, including the family.

Among the nobles who returned to France, there must be people who were familiar with Chris, and some of them even had a higher level of nobility than Chris's family.

"Yes, I know about it, and that's what I told Inspector Louie." "I just want to know where he came out of the bush," Mill said. ”

"I didn't know at all, we all fell asleep over there late at night." Kevin pointed to the other end and said, "It was very cold last night, and it took us a lot of time to find the right firewood to light them up. ”

Mir looked in the direction Kevin pointed, "Was it so quiet yesterday and today?" ”

"Yes, but yesterday you could only hear the sound of the tide rising before evening, and then it was strangely quiet." "When we whisper," he says, "we can vaguely feel that the voice is loud. ”

Mil suddenly understood that the ghost he had seen before was hiding near the harbor of New Orleans, and the only thing he could be sure of now was that there was a dead body or a very inconspicuous house nearby.

"We should ask him and maybe he'll know something."

Matilda didn't want Mir to take any chances: "Mir, you'd better stay here, we're not sure what kind of man he is, whether he has a weapon in his hands or on his body." ”

"Don't worry, Matilda, I'll be fine." Mir knew Matilda was worried about herself, after all, there was a police station guy here: "There's Kevin, I don't think he's going to move on me." ”

"Actually, judging by the man's appearance, he should be a sailor." "Although at first glance we feel like a scavenger or a vagabond, my opinion is that he should be a man who has lived at sea for a long time," Mill judged. ”

"Really?" Matilda asked incredulously.

"Of course." Mir replied, "He sat there motionless, as if he were looking at things." ”

"Kevin, you're going to stay by Matilda's side and keep her safe." Mir commanded, "Do not follow me, for it will leave him unsuspecting." ”

Mir saw Matilda nod, and then Mir's hand rested on the flintlock pistol at his waist.

As Mir was about to leave, he looked at Matilda's clothes with his eyes and said, "Matilda, in a little while, mosquitoes will be very rampant, and you need to change into clothes that can be wrapped tightly." ”

Matilda looked down slightly at the skirt that had hooked the trunk and said, "I will, Mir." ”

Mill didn't take his steps very lightly, so that the man sitting in the boat could hear that someone was coming.

When there was a few feet between Mir and the man, the man immediately turned his head to stare at Mir, a fierce look in his eyes.

"Hey! Who are you? ”

Mir saw that the man's eyebrows and beard were extremely long, and their color was the same as that of his hair, as if he had come out of a wild place: "I just walked around at will. ”

The man then asked, "How did you know this place?" ”

"I'm here to catch the murderer." Mir stopped his progress, and the five fingers of his right hand quietly crossed the edge of his clothes and crossed his waist: "I accidentally intruded into your realm, I'm very sorry, I didn't disturb your thoughts, did I?" ”

The man was surprised for a moment, and looked at Mir seriously, and at the same time saw Mir's hand touching the flintlock pistol: "Are you from the French police station?" ”

"No, I'm not, but I have a very good relationship with Inspector Louie."

"And you're the Inspector of the Federation?"

"Sort of." Mir said perfunctorily.

The man said in a cold tone, "There is no murderer you are looking for, only one person." ”

"The abandoned boat can't sail anymore." The man pointed to the oars and said, "If you are going to look for the murderer somewhere else, you should pass through the pier." ”

"You're a sailor here?"

"Yes, just like this ship, abandoned sailors."

"Really?" Mir felt that there was something hidden in his words: "You are scavenging here? ”

"Yes, the grey kite is my food." He nodded.

"You've eaten them all, what are you going to eat now? Something in the sea? ”

"Occasionally, I eat all kinds of seafood, which are a little more delicious than gray kites, especially soups."

Mir asked, "Do you live around here?" ”

"Yes, in a dilapidated wooden house, a little distance from the port, in an inconspicuous corner of the square."

"Can we talk?"

The man's tone didn't change at all, it was still indifferent: "Yes, what do you want to talk about?" ”

"Do you know Abis?" Mill thought he should have seen it, or perhaps he had heard of it.

"Abis?" The man was silent for a moment: "Hmm... What is it like? ”

"Emerald green." Mill pointed to the oak leaves behind him, "That color." ”

"Yes." "It looks like a lot of money, and I don't have the money to taste it," he says. ”

"I wonder where Abis got it from."

"You should ask the people who sell alcohol, not me, Mr. Inspector."

"Yes, if I could find them, I wouldn't be here looking for hope." Mill wanted him to say a little bit about the wine.

The man sighed, "There's no hope here, it's better to escape from this sea to have some hope." ”

"It can be seen that your relatives must have had some kind of accident at sea, and you are here to meet them, to satisfy the last bit of comfort in your heart." Mir took a step forward: "They should look down on your embarrassing life and your pessimistic state from God, otherwise you won't come here and stay behind." ”

"What do you want to tell me?"

"I also miss this way, she just left this endless sea and will never come back."

The man saw the only loss in Mir's eyes, not pessimism, and he asked curiously, "Where has she gone?" ”

"France, far away." Mill replied.

The distance between Mill and him was very close, and his face could be clearly seen as if it were like the land of New Orleans after the rain, pitted, more like the traces of time.

His fingernails and toenails had almost never been trimmed after the decadence, and a few holes had leaked in the dark linen-colored coat in front of him.

Mir looked at his hand closely, the color of his left hand and right hand were not very uniform, his right hand was closer to his skin tone than his left, and the color was close to the color of the abandoned ship.

He had several visible scars on the back of his left hand, unknown what they were, or what animal left them on.

The man turned slowly to the sea and said, "France, I went there a long time ago, and she died on the way back." ”

"What did you meet?"

"Tempest."

The man paused: "My wife used to not have a very good time in France, when I was working as a sailor in New Orleans, and here she sent me a letter asking me to pick her up and take her home, and then an accident happened. ”

Mir said, "Your wife must be beautiful." ”

"Yes, it's beautiful, she not only has French aristocratic blood, but also a little bit of other two bloodlines, because her mother is of mixed blood."

"Her mother was a mistress of a French aristocratic man, and she was the child of a mistress, and was not treated well by the nobility, and was often subjected to a certain kind of snub." He said: "She said in the letter that if she has a child, if it is a daughter, she will try to be a princess of the French nobility, and if it is a boy, she can let him go to the army." ”

Mir listened to him and exclaimed, "This is so unfortunate! I sympathize with what happened to you! ”

"Thank you." His attitude has changed: "But I always felt that it was not an accident, and I have been thinking about it all these years. ”

"No one is going to manipulate the weather, including storms." Mill thinks he's suffering from severe paranoia.

"Do you believe that there are wizards in this world?"

"Believe, I've never seen it."

He suddenly said excitedly, "No, I have seen, it is in France, and her father's other mistress is a wizard, although I have no evidence that it was all my wife who told me, at least I can trust that she will not lie." ”

Mir couldn't imagine that the wizard he mentioned in his mouth could control everything in the world.

"What's the other mistress from somewhere?"

"I heard my wife say she was an Eskimo, and she was also of mixed race, of Indian descent."

Mir was stunned.

"She's in France?" Mir asked after a pause.

The man said, "She also died, after the death of my wife." ”

"Who told you that?"

"It was a letter from France, sent by my wife's father, and he said very briefly, only two sentences."

Mir thought of the two sentences in the letter that were roughly meaningful, the first was to tell him that the woman with whom he had not dealt with his wife was dead, and the second sentence was supposed to tell him never to come to France.

Mill only hopes to find a woman named Mary Waller as soon as possible.