"Is it for me or what?" Chris asked.

Mir said, "Don't forget, I'm a federal detective, Chris, I didn't want to take care of Ian's case in the first place, this was originally your police department's business, I'm going to wipe your ass again, don't you know?" ”

"No, Mir, you can't do that." Chris leaned in to Mir and said, "Although it is true that I hurt you that day, I think you still need to think about this matter, it is not good for anyone." ”

Mill couldn't help but smile and said, "I've already figured out that Uncle Amos will promise me to be a private detective." ”

"You've only been interrogating Omar for the past two days, and you're not doing anything about it." Mir was disappointed: "The guy hiding in the police station wasn't caught, was he?" ”

Chris moved his mouth simply, "Listen, Mill, I can't take care of this, that guy is my boss's man, I just haven't figured out how to get him." ”

"I'll tell Uncle Amos the truth, and I'll tell the truth to those involved in the murder." Mill looked at Chris's face and said very funny, "I don't want any residue on your ass, I need to wipe them clean a little bit, at least you'll have your pants up nicely to thank me." ”

Chris had no idea that he would be where he is today, and he regretted Mir's disdain for him.

Extremely important is the murderer of Carl's wife, almost elusive, as if he had evaporated in New Orleans.

Chris personally questioned Matilda, and Mir found some clues, and when Matilda told Chris all the information he knew, Chris realized that Mir had a talent for investigating such a difficult case.

"Yes, I'll thank you." Chris's gaze fell on Mir's injured arm and asked, "Did the murderer do it?" ”

"No, I accidentally injured it." Mill replied dryly.

"If it's okay, you can leave." Mill turned to get back on the couch, but then he stopped, "Leave Carat behind, Louis Chris." ”

Chris looked up at Mir's explained shoulder and said, "Is our relationship never going back?" ”

"It's you, Louis Chris, you've never considered me your friend in all these years." Mir turned to the side and said with extreme indifference, "This is the unique way of getting along with you French nobles. ”

"Mil, listen to me, I think you misunderstood me." Chris glanced at his sister behind him and said, "I can ignore Matilda's affairs, let alone any delicate relationship between you in the future, I will not make any warnings and persuasions or anything like that at this time." ”

"It's late, Chris." Mill told him, "When the murder is over, New Orleans returns to its former calm." ”

"You've said it, do you want to take it back? Unless you can let me answer you before you say that. ”

"Mir, I was wrong, I can apologize to you."

Mir sneered and said, "Yes, what you need to apologize to me is that I shouldn't have listened to you and provoked her. ”

"Matilda, it's all your brother's bad idea, he told me that you have been thinking about me for a long time, and he wants me to come forward to solve your thoughts about me."

"What?" Matilda's eyes widened and she asked in surprise, "Is this true?" Brother. ”

Chris nodded: "That's right, on the occasion of the murder, you told me to go to the New Orleans Hotel to find that beautiful man, you know, it's very dangerous there, and I'm here to keep you safe." ”

"Nope! Brother! The first image of me in Mir's mind has been ruined by you! Matilda yelled at Chris.

Then Matilda suddenly became calm again: "Very well, Chris, then I will do what you want." ”

"You are no longer qualified to be my brother, and I am not a noble lady of France, and I made up my mind before I came to New Orleans that I would not return to France." Matilda finished speaking and walked in the direction of Mir.

"Matilda, don't be stupid."

Mir didn't want Matilda to stay at all, let alone stay by his side, and if it weren't for Karl's insistence on getting Matilda involved, none of this would have happened.

"You have the blood of the French nobility in your veins, Matilda." Mir's eyes didn't look at Matilda's face, he didn't want to be drawn any further, especially the heart for Matilda, the heart that was fluctuating and struggling.

Mir sighed lightly: "Ordinary people's blood can't be combined with the blood of French nobles, I hope you'd better return to France soon and become your noble lady." ”

"Mill, I know, I'd love to try it and experience it for myself to break the rules." Matilda's extremely touching lips were about to touch Mir's face: "Alina would think so, too." ”

Matilda went on to say, "Your views are conflicting, contradictory, you know? Mir, what would Alina think if she heard what you were saying? ”

"It's not about me, it's about her father, her family, her bloodline."

Mir deliberately avoided Matilda's body, away from her arm that was about to be embraced: "I never thought she would return to France, the day before Ian's death, he hinted at me with words, do you know how I answered?" ”

Matilda shook her head.

"I said I'd bless her." Mir shrugged her shoulders and said, "Even if she goes with another man, I will bless her, and I will bless you too, Matilda." ”

"Then you're not going to wait for her, are you? Is the four-year agreement between you still on schedule? ”

"I'll do it as expected, but she won't have to, and she can't choose."

"Even if I go to France myself and learn that she is married to some man of other nobility," said Mir, "I will only say goodbye to her in her presence, and that's all." ”

"Maybe she'll give me a goodbye kiss for life."

"I've read the paper, Mill."

Mir made a look of incredulity: "What? ”

"It's in an inconspicuous corner of the dining table, and when you're sick, I see what's in the newspaper." Matilda looked into Mir's eyes and said, "The pact between you and Alina is broken from the moment she sets foot on her way home. ”

"Impossible!"

Mir became a little uncool: "She won't!" Except for those who interfere with her true inner thoughts! ”

"She didn't write back to me, Mill." Chris interjected.

"No, France is far away, and maybe some other accident will happen on the way."

"Mir, you need to take it all in stride." Matilda's eyes flickered slowly and said, "My presence can make you forget about her completely." ”

Mir's face exuded an inexplicable dimness, and he said coldly to Matilda, "Unless you can change the pure bloodline, there is no chance between us. ”

"Enough! Mill! Matilda's face suddenly became a little more transparent, and the sunlight outside the window hit the crystal-like object, which was extremely dazzling, and her beauty was mixed with a little pity.

Tears slowly slid down the corners of her eyes, swam to the corners of her mouth, and fell to her gorgeous clothes.

"Edward!" Chris observed Matilda's expression at this time, and at the same time saw Mir's indifference when Matilda cried.

He shouted, "I can't forgive you, you're so selfish! ”

Chris glanced at Ward Ru, who was clubbing, with an angry gaze, and roared, "Take her here!" ”

"Me?" Wald Loowe is still watching.

"!" He scolded: "Stupid dwarf! You'd better hurry! ”

Chris's mind was meditating, summoning, but unexpectedly, his magic disappeared for no apparent reason.

"No!" Chris quickly stretched out his palms and looked at it, noticing that nothing had changed.

"Don't think about it, Chris, it's gone."

"What did you say?"

Chris clenched his fists in anger: "Why is it gone?" ”

"Umar's magic has been taken away by Father Cavendish to symbolize the loss of your abilities like his."

"There is no such thing!"

Chris still doesn't believe it.

"I know you're trying to use it against me, so you'd better not ask for it." Mill warned him.

When Mill saw Matilda being reluctantly taken out of the house by Wald Rue, he approached Chris and said, "Listen, Chris, what is going to happen next is going to be dangerous, and that's all I can do." ”

"What? I don't really understand what you mean. ”

"Matilda, you let her stay away from me from today onwards, away from danger, I don't want to bother her."

Chris calmed his anger and looked at a nervous Mir and asked, "You'd better be clear." ”

"All I can say is that I can sense that danger is coming, and although I don't know what it is, I can be sure that there is nothing behind the murder."

"Isn't it over?"

"It's only over for the time being, there are other people behind Omar, and the murderer of Mr. Tabitt's wife, there is a big relationship between them, and you are just as dangerous, stay away from me," Mir said. ”

Chris stared into Mill's eyes for a few moments, but couldn't see through his inner thoughts, "Are you reminding me?" Mill. ”

"No, I'm warning you." He said, "Actually, I've never been more serious about what you said, I just went along with it." ”

"OMG! Mir, I really don't understand you. ”

"You and Matilda are going to stay away from me, I'm doing it for your good."

"For my good?"

Mir nodded: "yes, isn't that guy still arrested?" Your boss is making things even more difficult for you, isn't he? ”

"Yes, Mir, how do you know that?" Chris asked curiously.

"Leave it alone, our relationship needs to be broken."

"Playing a broken scene between brothers with you?"

Mir said indifferently: "Sort of, permanently." ”

"Explicitly, or privately?"

"I can't answer you right now." Mill whispered to Chris, "You need to find a way to do that and let Ward Rouge do it, it's a good deal for him." ”

Chris spread his hands: "That sounds ridiculous. ”

"I see, you're trying to make me give up my identity as a police inspector?"

"Yes, unless you don't want to stay out of danger."

Chris's head was completely confused, unable to comprehend what the danger Mill was talking about.

"You... Can you reveal a little bit to me? ”

"Matilda told you everything, I found everything."

"Yes, is the clue related to danger?" Chris frowned, looking very nervous: "Probably, I can't say it, the direction of the bottle." ”

"Bottles in the harbor?"

"That's right, you can go and see the port of New Orleans, the bottle is definitely missing."

"That's! Mill. He said.

Mill was furious and said, "Listen, Chris, I asked Omar at the police station, the wine was a third of the bottle, at first I thought it was four murders, three were done, and one was missing." ”

"I've been thinking about what it means since I got back from the police station, and I've found that I'm thinking too simply."

"Latitude and longitude."

"A third of latitude and longitude? What is that? Chris thought for a moment: "Location?" Or the direction. ”

Mir was disappointed and said, "I don't know. ”

"It's almost all possible what you're talking about, and there may be unexpected meanings behind it."

Chris had a lot of stuff in his head from Mill, and now he had a bit of a headache: "Something else? I can look it up, look through the books and stuff it. ”

"You can try it."

"Maybe it's some kind of legend or something, maybe it's written in a book." Mir thought of someone: "I'll find a time to ask Father Cavendish about it." ”

"Maybe I'm thinking too much, it's a third of the surface meaning, but that doesn't mean there is no danger, and the direction is not wrong."

Chris said guiltily, "Okay, Mir, thank you for telling me this." ”

"Where's Mr. Tabitt?" Mill found that one person was missing.

"I don't know, he's still here?"

Mill came to the door of the house, looked at the carriage in front of him, and asked Chris, "Did he go out with them?" ”

"No, it should have disappeared after they left."

"Damn it!"

Mir was annoyed, and then commanded, "Chris, you go upstairs in the kitchen and take a look, I'll go to his house." ”

"Wait a minute, Mir." Chris felt that something was wrong, and he immediately stopped Mir and said, "Just now, why didn't you say what you told me directly, but..."

Mill fell into deep thought.

"Subconsciously." Mill came back to his senses and said.

"No, Mir, we need to get out of here! I seemed to sense the danger. ”

Then Chris laughed out loud and said, "Haha, our relationship doesn't need to break up!" Mill! ”

When Mir was standing in the doorway at the same time as Chris, Mir asked him, "You've been to Mr. Tabbitt's wife's house, right?" ”

"Yes, like the previous murders, no clue..."

Mill directly interrupted Chris: "No, the person who killed his wife could it be Mr. Thabit himself?" ”

"I've never thought of it that way, Mill." Chris began to admire Mir a little.