Matilda couldn't understand what Mir was doing, and had already found clues as to why Mir kept it here.

Mir restored the clutter of garbage to its original appearance, and placed the bottles in the very center of them, the bottom of which touched the soil.

"Mill, what's the point of you doing this?" Matilda raised an eyebrow.

Mir didn't listen to Matilda's question, but crouched there and continued to fiddle with the bottle.

When he was all dealt with, he stood up and said, "We need to cause some trouble for the murderer." ”

"Oh my God! What are you talking about? Mill. Matilda became more and more incomprehensible to Mir: "No, Mir, you can't do this, we need to take it away and give it to Mr. Tabitt, or my brother." ”

"Matilda, you leave this alone." Mir looked up at the impending black oppressive clouds: "The murderer must be surprised by what I did. ”

"No, it's me, Mir, who is surprised, not the murderer."

"Matilda, don't worry, please listen to me." Mill looked at her, "It's going to rain in a while, right?" ”

"Yes, that's right." Matilda looked behind her, observed the sea, and said, "This rain is going to be heavy, and even a little rushed. ”

"Yes, you're right."

Mill continued: "What I want is for the wine in the bottle to overflow very naturally, with rainwater. ”

"Then you just pour it out, there's no need to be so troublesome."

"That's different." "We came here and met the stubborn guy, though I'm not sure if he was the murderer or if there was any connection between him and the murderer," Mir told her. ”

"We've been here before, haven't we?" Mill asked rhetorically.

"Yes, we're here, and we've found it."

"It doesn't matter who they are, whether they have a relationship or not, they will definitely think that we have found it and will take it."

Matilda listened to Mir's story, and gradually fell into deep thought.

"That's right, the evidence will end up in our hands and the police department." Matilda said suddenly.

"It's what they want." Mir smiled at Matilda, "That might be misleading. ”

"What?"

Matilda felt that Mir's thoughts seemed to be a little different from those of others, especially the way of thinking about clues and inferences, which was an extremely strange idea.

"Misleading? You continue. ”

"Its appearance ostensibly came after Becky's appearance, but it actually appeared at the same time." Mir looked down at it and said, "If you knew about Omar's tricks, I think you'd agree with me by now." ”

"I've heard a rough story about Omar." Matilda ran her hand through the hair in front of her forehead, blocking her view from looking at Mir: "He wants to blame the murderer for the entire French police department, and that's because of his hatred." ”

"Yes, Matilda, you need to know the most important thing." Mir came to Matilda's side and said, "The death of Mr. Tabitt's wife occurred before Omar was captured, and their methods are almost the same, they are both blame-blaming, but the goal is different. ”

Matilda frowned slightly: "Omar is to blame the people of the police department, and the murderer of Mr. Tabbit's wife is to blame someone else?" ”

"You're so smart." Mill complimented her, "Maybe it's Becky, maybe it's the one who didn't show up." ”

Mir pointed to the bottle and said, "What I'm going to do is guide the killer to the next person he is going to kill, and we're going to catch the killer before the one who doesn't show up." ”

"Really?" Matilda was incredulous, she didn't expect Mir to solve the case in such a way: "Will the murderer be fooled?" ”

"If the wine in the bottle is gone, I think the murderer will be fooled." "When I was looking for the bottle just now, I found an important piece of information that was extremely important," Mill said. ”

"What's the message?"

"Just the direction of the mouth of the bottle."

Mill pointed to the back left side of his body and said, "That's the direction of my house." ”

"Could it be that the murderer's next is you at the moment?" Matilda's face began to show a look of concern.

"No, it's not me." Mill shook his head, "It should be Mr. Tabitt." ”

Matilda was a little confused.

"That's the general direction, I think, it's some kind of signal between Omar and the murderer, the wine is a third of the bottle, and if the wine is empty and the bottle is gone, it's a failure, and conversely, if it's filled, it's a success." ”

"After all, after Omar was arrested, there must have been action in the French police station, so I let the storm interfere with it." "At least I can make the killer think for a moment, so that I can make another plan and wait for capture," Mill said. ”

"What will it become after we leave?" She asked curiously.

"It's possible that it won't be found, and even if it does, the wine will be filled with a part, a third more, at least it won't be filled."

Mir's mind was pondering what the bottle would say, but he couldn't guess it.

"Matilda, it's time for us to rush back to the police station, Mr. Thabit is still in danger, and by the way I want to meet Omar again." Mir's face certainly became a little more solemn.

"yes, we can't stay here anymore with a storm coming."

"Okay, when we're done asking Omar, we need something to eat." Mir said, scraping together the time on his pocket watch.

Matilda asked, "What time is it?" Mir"

"It's almost noon, we need to get some tight."

Before leaving the port of New Orleans, Mill covered some of the garbage from the mouth of the bottle, as long as the rainwater poured in a small amount.

Matilda and Mir arrived near the carriage where they had stopped, and saw that the people at the police station were gone, and the coachman did not know where to go, leaving only an unmanned carriage.

"Damn it!" Mir was furious, "Bastard Kevin got the coachman away!" ”

Matilda and Mir searched around for the coachman, hoping nothing would happen to him.

"Matilda, I didn't find anything here." Mill shouted.

Matilda responded, "Again, I'm here." ”

"Mir, will you drive the carriage?"

"I can ride a horse, I can't drive a carriage."

Matilda came up with a great idea: "We can ride it away." ”

"Haha, you're yours, Matilda." Mill laughed.

Mir began to disassemble the carriage, and before it could be completely separated, a light rain came.

"What the fuck!"

"Mir, we need to hurry."

"Don't worry, it's right away."

"When we get on the horse, it will be dozens of times faster than the carriage." Mir finally separated them, rode on horseback and said, "Matilda, come quickly! ”

Matilda shuddered from the light rain, and then she immediately stretched out her right hand, and Mir reached out at the same time, so she sat directly on the horse's back with the strength of Mir's arm.

It was also the first time he had held Matilda's gentle, virtuous and cold hands, which he had held tightly for a long time.

"Mir, it seems to be raining heavily." Matilda said shyly as she felt the temperature of the flames brought by Mir.

Mir immediately let go and said, "Arm my waist, Matilda." ”

Mir grasped the reins with his left hand, flicked the whip with his right hand, and whipped at the horse a few times, and the horse suddenly raised its two front legs and instantly chirped, and galloped forward.

Matilda's heart was overjoyed at this point, and it was also the first time she had physical contact with Mir.

As the horse galloped so fast, Matilda's hands were once again tightly wrapped around Mir's waist, and her face was gently pressed against Mir's sorrow, enjoying the happiest moment.

Although the rain was beating wildly on Matilda's body, she didn't dislike it, and she didn't feel any cold.

Horseback riding with her beloved was what Matilda longed for most in her life, if not if not by following Mir into the magnificent palace.

Her heart galloped with the horse, and as the two of them went up and down, there was an unprecedented friction between her and Mir's bodies, almost in the intense desire she had suppressed for so long.

Her mind already had a clear attitude, she needed to find a time, an opportunity, to give him the most precious thing in the world.

"Matilda, you help me think of a third of the meaning, I can't figure it out at all."

"What third?" Matilda's face left Mir's back.

"Wine in a bottle." Mir yelled, "I always felt something to do with the case. ”

"It's one of three."

"I know, does it mean anything else?"

Matilda clung to it again: "Let me think. ”

She just talked about it, and she didn't think about a third of what Mir said, and her mind was full of that lingering love now, and she had long since fallen into a deep depression.

After a few minutes, Mir asked, "Matilda, do you think of it?" I need to use this question against Omar, otherwise he won't tell me anything else. ”

She replied, "Hmm... Could it be related to the first three murders? ”

"You're amazing! Mathilda. Mir excitedly said, "I thought of it!" Finally thought of it! ”

"What do you think of?"

"I thought of a third of the meaning." "Three refers to the first three murders, and the only one refers to the fourth murder," he said. ”

"A third of them were referring to the fourth murder, and they were smarter than I thought."

Matilda seemed to understand what Mill was saying, "Mr. Tabitt?" Three to one. ”

"yes, Chris wouldn't have figured it out!" Mill scoffed.