"Then let's go back now or take a look at the difference?" Matilda's eyes watched through the gaps between the oak leaves, observing the somewhat gloomy weather.

Mir also glanced behind him at the same time: "That stubborn guy said that the rain was coming, and I don't think it will come for a while." ”

"Let's look elsewhere and see if we find anything else."

After Mir and them walked out of the oak forest, Kevin's mind kept thinking about one thing, and that was what Mir said about catching the murderer.

He believes that just now, before officially entering the port of New Orleans, Mill said that he had come here to catch the murderer.

Later, Mill yells at herself, mentioning that the killer has been arrested and is now being interrogated at the police station.

He was very curious to know which case Mir was arresting this time, and if there was a new murder, the chief would not have returned to France, including himself.

He hurried after Mir and Matilda, and asked, "Mr. Detective Edward, are you here to investigate clues?" ”

"Or you can tell me that maybe I've found something else around here that can help you find out."

Mir said bluntly, "No, Kevin, you need to order them back to the police station." ”

"You can stop moving forward." Mill stood on the steps and said very solemnly, "Mr. Kyle, please don't disturb my appointment with Miss Matilda. ”

When Mir said this, Matilda was shocked like never before, and then Kevin, who made his jaw drop.

Matilda was startled, looking at Mir's side face affectionately, this sentence, she seemed to have waited too long.

Kevin didn't expect Detective Edward to date Inspector Louie's sister, and if it reached Wald-Roy's ears, it would be enough for Wald-Roy to catch a little bit of a handle on them.

"It looks like they're already in the same boat." Kevin smiled to himself.

Kevin wanted to tell Waldrue about it, and he couldn't wait to get out of here.

"Mr. Detective Edward, this is a surprise to me!" Kevin feigned surprise, still looking for an opportunity to ask something out of Mir's mouth.

"Are you going to tell Waldrue about this?" Mill poked.

He shrugged, "No, Mr. Detective Edward, I never thought of it. ”

"Really?" Mill glanced at him, "You can tell Wald Roux that I was allied with Chris very early. ”

The murder is over, and Mill wants to break with Ward Reux so that he can get the bags out of New Orleans.

Kevin stared at Mir with large light brown eyes, his mouth as if he could stuff the entire gray kite's body.

"No, Mr. Edward, you can't do that!"

"You didn't play any role in this murder, but in the process of my investigation of clues, you discriminated against and sarcastic, so that you disdain, as well as your superior, his arrogant posture and very arrogant attitude." Mir said coldly, "Oh, by the way, Wald Rue's boss should have ordered you not to come here to investigate the case, but to come here to participate in the murder feast." ”

"You've always been testing my bottom line, wandering on the edges, trying to reap the benefits of the fisherman." Mir continued: "Perhaps, you have always wanted to see how the scene of Ward Roux catching the murderer was held in a grand way, and it is worth looking forward to it. ”

"No, Monsieur Edward, my chief has the ability to detect, he has caught many murderers in France." Kevin retorted: "This is something that the local residents of France can see. ”

Mill was amused by Kevin's words.

"Matilda, have you heard of this in France?" Mill asked, turning his head.

"Never before." Matilda thought for a moment and said, "I remember that Walde Roux caught a few murderers, and I heard my father's men say that Walde Roux was almost always a fluke, mostly due to my father. ”

"No, no, Miss Matilda."

Kevin believes that Walter Rue will never deceive himself, and although Walter Rue's arrogance has been cultivated in the detection of several cases, he still believes that Walter Rue is not a wine bag and rice bag as Mir said.

"I've seen with my own eyes a few cases that the chief has investigated." He said.

Mir thinks Wald Luneng is a complete coincidence: "Well, I want him to be a bit of a detective, as long as he doesn't mess with me in the process of investigating clues, he can go wherever he likes." ”

Kevin continued to ask tentatively, "Mr. Ed, I would like to know if my chief has any chance to be involved in this case." ”

"Yes, you still need to get out of here first." Mir told him, "It's another murder, it's about Mr. Tabitt's wife." ”

"I think by this time, your chief, Walter Ruw, may have passed."

"Really?" He asked incredulously.

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

"Okay, Mr. Detective Edward, I'll leave."

Mill reminded him: "You need to find a new one for the carriage outside the port." ”

Kevin nodded in response, turning away from Mir and Matilda's line of sight.

"Let's go, Matilda, let's go over there, take a look at the berths over there." Milmai said as he descended the stairs.

"Wait a minute, Mir." Matilda stopped him.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm... I want to know... Is what you just said true? ”

Mill turned to look at her, "What do you mean?" ”

Matilda leaned over and said very shyly, "It's a date." ”

"You can take it for real." Mir saw Matilda's flushed face and said, "Dating investigation." ”

"Sounds interesting, Mir." Matilda tilted her head slightly and thought, "It's like..."

Mir shouted ahead, "Matilda, time is running out, we need to find some useful clues, the storm is coming." ”

Matilda thought that it would be better for the carriage to disappear near the harbor, or to be deliberately taken away by Kevin, and add a sudden storm, so that he could follow him and enjoy the comfort that he had never felt before in a place where he could shelter from the rain.

Matilda followed Mir to several berths, including near them, but found nothing.

Mir finally came to a very special berth that had been given to Alina a few days ago, and it was very wide, and Mir stood there, looking out over the endless coastline.

He turned to look behind him again, and in addition to Matilda standing in the distance and looking at him, he vaguely saw a few messes behind Matilda.

"What's that?" Mir pointed ahead and yelled at Matilda.

Matilda's skirt was blown to her knees by a strong wind blowing from the sea, and then the skirt kept moving upward, and her two snow-white straight thighs gradually exposed, about to close to her most precious line of defense.

"Your dress! Mathilda! ”

"What do you say? I don't seem to be able to hear clearly! ”

Mir felt the strong sea breeze come over him, and he cursed, "What the! ”

Mir hurried over, but Matilda was still walking in his direction, his face impatient, he didn't want to see the most tempting scenery that followed.

The moment the skirt took off, Mir rushed directly in front of Matilda and grabbed the fluttering skirt with both hands.

At this moment, the distance between the two bodies was less than a foot.

Mir stared at Matilda's white, smooth face, and the very light ruddy color, and he gasped heavily.

Matilda's long, pale blonde hair swayed in the wind, exuding a thick fragrance, enveloping the space that belonged only to the two of them.

"I like your eyes, Mir." Matilda said gently, "It fascinates me. ”

"Thank you." Mir responded, "Your lips fascinate me just as much. ”

"Matilda, I found it." Mir shifted the subject.

"Really?" Matilda looked stunned: "What are you looking at?" ”

"It's the bottle, the clear bottle, it's right behind you."

"I hate it."

"Why?"

Matilda said disappointedly, "It interrupted... You should understand. ”

"I don't understand."

"Look, Matilda, what do you see I've found?" Mir and Matilda passed by, and he excitedly.

"You found the clue, didn't you?"

"Yes." Mill immediately crouched down and picked through the mess of garbage: "It's still a third of it." ”

When Mill saw it, he picked it up and said, "The people who come here are the people who have returned to France, are they the nobles of France?" ”

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." Matilda stood silently, letting the wind eat away at her body.

"No matter who it is, it means that the murderer has been here, and it is possible that he is not a French person, let alone a French nobleman." suddenly thought of Becky: "Could it be him?" ”

Matilda asked, "The wild man?" ”

"Becky? You mean Becky? Do you doubt it too? ”

"I don't know." Matilda speculated, "Maybe someone else, someone Becky knew." ”

"Even though they couldn't afford this expensive liquor, the murderer could afford it because he killed people and got paid."

"Sometimes, we can believe that the inference is correct, and when we believe it, often it is in the wrong direction." "It looks like we're looking for clues about the case, but it's actually pointing me in the wrong direction," Mill said. ”

Mir thought for a moment and said, "The murderer must still be in New Orleans, this wine must have been transported from the port from somewhere else, exactly, I can't say, but I am sure that it is not here—the port of New Orleans." ”

"So what do we do?" Matilda doesn't know how to use deductions to make a catch.

"Keep it here."

"Mill, the only clue is broken."

Mill shook his head and said, "No, just mess with its position." ”