"He didn't let you go back to France, did he?" Mill also sat on the edge of the boat, sat across from him, and looked at him.

He looked surprised: "How do you know?" ”

"I guessed."

"You're amazing."

"May I know your name?" He observed Mill's face and eyes, never before had he seen such a handsome man in New Orleans.

"Mill Edward."

"Edward?"

"You're the new Edward Detective of the Federation?" He felt incredible.

"Yes." "I've only been in office for a few days," Mir said. ”

"I never seem to have seen you, in New Orleans." He asked curiously, "Where do you live?" ”

"In the French district, in a humble house, I moved here later, and I wasn't here before." Mir tells her story: "It's because of her that I moved here. ”

"Is she beautiful?"

"Beautiful, equal to her in your eyes."

The man smiled suddenly, and thought Mir's way of speaking was extremely funny: "Becky Lake, this is my name. ”

"How long have you been living here?"

"It's been about ten years."

"You went through that fire?" Becky said.

"Yes." Mill didn't say much.

Becky's feet moved in the water: "It was a disaster, burning the French district to nothing." ”

"yes, a lot of people think it's not a natural disaster, just like you think of a storm, it's being manipulated." Mill sensed Becky's absurd thoughts.

"I agree with what you said." Becky finally stood up in the broken boat, then hunched down and tested the temperature of the water with his hands: "We have a common point of view. ”

He said, "Mr. Detective Edward, I need to give you a piece of advice, it's best not to come and walk around here at night. ”

Mir looked at his melancholy expression, and his erratic eyes.

"Are you talking about ghosts?" Mill asked.

"You know this?" Becky was surprised, "I didn't say anything." ”

Becky didn't know where he had pulled out a pair of shoes, a pair of somewhat ornate shoes, not at all matching what he was currently wearing.

"I've seen it."

"No, you shouldn't have seen it, it'll come to you."

Becky took the end of his shoe in his hand, then stepped onto the deck of the ship, turned his back to the sea, and said, "It's like a monster, isn't it?" ”

"No, it's like a woman, a woman with a big ass." "Maybe it's a monster," said Mill, "though I haven't seen it." ”

Listening to Mir's words, Becky fell into deep thought.

"It's warning you that we're seeing the same back," he said, "under a bright oil lamp near the harbor." ”

"And moonshine."

"I saw that it didn't have moonlight, it was pitch black in here, and I was startled, and then I tried to float in the icy waters, and I was afraid it was coming for me, you know, that witch was dead."

Mill had asked Chris to capture it that day, and Chris was probably the only one who had seen it so far.

"What happens if you see it?"

"I don't know." Betsy shook his head: "At least I didn't see it, and other people can't say it." ”

"Inspector Louis has seen it."

"Then you let him stay away."

"Actually, I don't think that guy is a ghost, it's supposed to be a human, a witchcraft manipulation, or a dead man, you know?" It's like a dead man dug up by Lafayette One. ”

Mill was one of the first to have this view.

"Maybe we'll meet again someday."

"No, that's you, Mr. Detective Edward, don't take me."

Becky sat cross-legged on the deck, pulled out a piece of dirty clothes, wiped his feet, and pressed his fingers to the clothes, rubbing them back and forth between the thumbs of his feet, and carefully drying them.

Immediately after, after putting on those gorgeous shoes, he dipped his hands in the water and washed them, and by the way, he washed his face, feeling the saltiness and coldness of the sea.

"Siha..."

"Hell!" "We need to get out of here," Becky yelled, "and the rain seems to be falling." ”

Mir looked up at the sky, vaguely feeling a gust of wind coming.

"yes, such bad weather!"

Mill asked, "Are you going to get ready to go home?" ”

"Where else can I go if I don't go home?"

"Come with me to Philadelphia, I need a sailor."

Becky immediately stopped washing his face: "I haven't been to sea for a long time, and besides, I don't want to go anywhere." ”

"Are you going to stay here forever? Do you miss your wife every day? ”

"She's the only thing that keeps me alive, and I've always dreamed of meeting her. Becky pointed to the boat and said, "Here it is." ”

"That's just your imagination, she shouldn't want to see you decadent."

"Yes." Betsy stood up and nodded vigorously, "Until I come here every day, when I sit on the deck, she always gives me the feeling that she's not dead, not dead." ”

"So much so that they were swept away by a storm somewhere else, or blown into another sea."

"It's not impossible." Mill said, "Maybe she's in Philadelphia." ”

"Are you kidding?" Becky's attitude began to turn cold again: "I hope you don't joke with her." ”

"You can think about it." Mir thought for a moment and said, "You can tell me your wife's name, and I may know where she is." ”

"Morgana Waller."

"What?" Mir stood up in horror and asked, "Are you sure?" Morgana Waller? ”

"Are you questioning me?" Becky was starting to get a little angry.

"No, Becky, have you ever heard of another person's name? Mary Waller. ”

"No, never, does it have anything to do with my wife's name?"

"Is Waller your wife's father's last name?"

"Yes, though, it has nothing to do with me and my wife." Becky thought of someone else: "Maybe it's some other relative." ”

"What's the name of that dead mistress?" Mir asked eagerly.

"You make me think."

"Gabriela Edwin." He said.

"Does she have a baby?"

"I don't know." Becky was a little tired of Mir asking.

"I'm leaving."

After that, Becky jumped out of the boat with great dexterity and jumped ashore.

Mill immediately turned around and stopped him, "Wait, Becky. ”

"If your wife isn't dead, it's really Philadelphia, then will you come with me?"

Becky's footsteps changed from haste to sluggishness, but he didn't look back: "She's dead." ”

"Becky!" Mir shouted.

Mir still believes that Mary Waller exists, almost symbolizing that either Morgana Waller, or Gabriela Edwin, is still alive.

"What if none of them died?" Mill leaned over and said.

"Mr. Detective Edward, you are beyond my imagination, I have to admire you, like you criminal investigators, your ideas are even crazier than mine."

"No, Becky, listen to me, Mary Waller is a wizard, she's only about ten years old now, and I'm not sure if your wife had an accident ten years ago."

Becky stopped his progress and turned his head to look at Mir, "This was indeed ten years ago, and no matter where the guy you are talking about is, it has nothing to do with me, including my wife." ”

"Becky, I hope you'll consider my words well, and when you figure it out, you can come to me."

"Can I go?"

"Of course." Mir shrugged, "You can go anytime now." ”

Mir's eyes watched as Becky disappeared into the oak woods, and he followed him into the woods.

Mir stood disappointed in front of Matilda and Kevin, a look of displeasure on his face.

"Mir, we've all heard the conversation between you." Matilda said as she looked at Mir.

"He was so crazy about his wife that he couldn't help himself, and I couldn't persuade him." Mir sighed, "I hope he'll figure it out." ”

"Is that man named Mary Waller dangerous?" Matilda knew this frightening title of wizard.

Mir responded: "Very dangerous, she can threaten a lot of people. ”

Mir didn't say anything about his origins, and no one but Mary Waller could make him jealous, especially the curse in the family.

"He wanted to know that there were people in the woods, and that we were here, but he didn't look at us." Matilda stated.

"Mr. Edward, judging by his appearance, he does not look like a sailor, but like a barbarian, and such a man will not listen to persuasion." Kevin looked at the place where Betge had disappeared and said, "I have seen many such people in France, scavengers, vagabonds, savages, who live in poverty, are stubborn in their minds, and never have any hope for anything. ”

"Let's try to stay away from people like this, they are..."

Mill immediately interrupted Kevin, "Don't you learn like your chief, listen, Kevin, you're leaving New Orleans." ”

"No, the murderer hasn't been caught yet."

"He's not, the real murderer is in the police station, go back to your police station and see your chief." Mill yelled at Kevin.

Kevin glanced at Matilda inexplicably, feeling like a villain, not like a detective.

Matilda comforted, "Mir, my instinct is that he must come back to you, you need to be a little patient. ”

"He should have something else to hide from me, it's just that I don't have enough trust with him." Mir's irritable mood eased a lot: "He gave me the names of both of them, which means that he believes a little, and about the rest, I think we need to give him some time to accept it." ”

Matilda agreed with Mir and looked into Mir's eyes with a smile: "The time to go to Philadelphia shouldn't be too fast, the governor hasn't arrived yet." ”

"Yes, Matilda, we are ready to wait for good news from him."