"I don't know what a prophet looks like, I've only heard of it." Umar said, "The prophet spoke from the mouth of Delina. ”

Mir scratched her hair and said, "It seems that there is some kind of connection between her and the Prophet." ”

"Paulina also knows the Prophet, and they may be of the same race." Mill stood in front of Omar and said, "Maybe you've been tricked by her, Omar." ”

Mill continued: "The woman you are talking about, do you know her name? ”

"Yes, Lauren Garcia."

"There should be a man, and that kind of thing doesn't seem like a woman can do."

"Could it be that the murderer is—" Mir questioned, "is it intersex?" ”

Omar shook his head: "No, Lauren is a woman. ”

"Lauren?" Mir felt an inexplicable familiarity to the name: "Does she have anything to do with Laura?" ”

"It doesn't matter, Lauren Garcia is not a woman on the slave field, she is from St. Louis, she is a half-blood, a beautiful embryo." Omar told Mir: "She is the daughter of a friend of mine, and at her friend's house, I accidentally got drunk and accidentally slept with her. ”

"Omar, what do you do?"

Mir asked curiously, "Then how did your previous relationship break down?" ”

"Because her father knew about it, and her father saw us in bed, and at the same time saw us doing funny things naked, you know, Mir, you can't drop the chain at the last critical moment, when I was so frightened that the bullet suddenly jammed, and then no matter how I explained it, her father picked up his fist and started beating me, and he didn't know where he got a knife, and he said he was going to kill me, and in the fight between me and him, he was stabbed." Omar replied reasonably.

"You killed him?"

"No, I didn't want to kill him, he was going to kill me, I don't know how I got it, the knife was pierced in his chest and he died."

"What about her?"

"She was so panicked, even frightened, like a madman, jumped out of bed and scolded me, hit me, and bit me, so much so that she wanted to kill me too."

"Are you a beast? Omar. Milton was shocked: "Was it her beauty that sparked your primal desires?" Well? ”

"She has been developed into a murderous female demon by you, and her actions are more like venting her anger." Mir roared, "Omar! It's your ugly thing! You can tell us without shame! ”

"It's your responsibility, Omar."

Omar snorted and said, "Perhaps, I dare say that the rest of the story has nothing to do with me, and I don't know how she is connected to Delina. ”

"Yes, you don't know, but she's an executioner." Mir grabbed Omar by the collar with both hands and said, "Karl's wife's body is gone, you know?" ”

"I don't know." Omar said weakly: "Before killing them, we met once, in my restaurant. ”

"You're going to tell her what you're going to do, aren't you?"

"Yes." Omar recalled: "She seduced me first, and I don't know what she went through during that time, but she seemed to have become more charming than before, like a fully ripe woman." ”

"Her crazy energy, almost I can't extricate myself, the table, the chair, the floor, the kitchen, the bed, as if it is a primitive form of the battlefield, we never hide it, her hysterical voice, will make me more excited, excited all day, from morning to night in my mind to have a thought to possess her, including all." Omar described: "At the end of our fun, her attitude was like a completely different person, and she suddenly told me that she hated me and hated herself at the same time. ”

"Sounds so boring, she's got all your plans, she's helping you deal with those unnecessary people, you made her do it, right?"

"No, I never told her." Omar replied.

Mir asked him, "That knife is also a Scher's scimitar, right?" The one her father had. ”

"Yes, that's right, it's Persian."

"Carl's wife died in the room on the second floor, in the bidet, and when I went, I saw only a large pile of charred human skins, but the body was gone." Mill said, "That's what she should have used to cut them off bit by bit, you know what that means?" ”

"I don't know."

"It's rebirth." Mir looked at Matilda and said, "This pretty girl told me. ”

Umar asked, puzzled, "Why rebirth?" ”

"Carl's wife was burned all over the body in that fire, and it was her luck to survive." Mill analyzed: "However, I always have a suspicion, it has been ten years since that fire, and although her charred skin cannot grow again, I can see that it does look like it was left after being scorched, and Lauren can also do magic, right?" ”

"She doesn't know magic."

"Are you sure?"

Omar was convinced: "Of course, she didn't know that I could do magic. ”

"I think Lauren gave you the materials you said didn't add to them." Mir thought of the bottle in the bidet: "It's that kind of thing." ”

"What you told about the restaurant was supposed to be something that played a role, and she swallowed it before you did it, and you tried it later, and it didn't work out again and again." Mill said, "You did this to them the way she gave you. ”

"It's a drug, isn't it?" He asked.

"Yes, you'll thank me if you get a chance to try it, Mir." After Omar finished speaking, he looked at Matilda with a malicious look: "Girl, you need this kind of thing very much, it will make you happy to the extreme, and it is a kind of peak." ”

"You reminded me, Omar." Mir watched as Matilda ignored Omar, "Did she tell you where that stuff came from?" And Ebes, where exactly did she get to New Orleans? ”

"That's a lot, Philadelphia, St. Louis, Florida, New Orleans, and so on."

"I need to know the first location." Mir briefly straightened Omar's messy collar.

"Let me think about it." Omar said, "Well... It's St. Louis. ”

"Thank you, Omar." Mir smiled with satisfaction, turned around, took Matilda's hand, and prepared to leave the interrogation room.

Omar suddenly shouted, "Mir, remember what you promised me, can you give me another cup of coffee?" ”

"I will." Mill stood in the doorway, glancing at him and asking, "Why coffee?" And not wine? ”

"Alcohol only keeps me asleep, and I don't want their souls to break into my dreams." He replied, "And coffee will make me more awake, I can see time slipping away, and I wish I could be in this world for a little more before I die." ”