Matilda couldn't understand what Mill was doing, and she had found relevant clues as to why Mill would continue to put it here.

Mir restored the messy and uncollected garbage to its original appearance, and then placed the bottles in the center of them, with the bottom of the bottle touching the soil.

"Mil, what's the point of doing this?" Matilda raised her eyebrows slightly.

Mill didn't listen to Matilda's question, but squatted there and continued to play with the bottle.

After he had taken care of everything, he stood up and said, "We need to create some trouble for the murderer."

"Oh my God! What are you talking about? Mill." Matilda could not understand Mill's words more and more: "No, Mill, you can't do this, we need to take it away and give it to Mr. Thabit.

Or my brother."

"Matilda, please don't worry about this for now." Mill raised his head and looked at the approaching dark clouds: "The murderer will definitely be surprised by what I did."

"No, it is I, Mir, who is surprised, not the murderer."

"Matilda, don't worry, please listen to me." Mir looked at her: "It's going to rain soon, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Matilda looked behind her and observed the sea and said, "This rain will be heavy, even a bit fast."

"Yes, you are right."

Mir continued: "What I wanted was for the wine in the bottle to overflow very naturally, using rainwater."

"Then just dump it, there's no need to go to such trouble."

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

"We've been here before, right?" Mill asked.

"Yes, we are here and we have found its existence."

"No matter who they are, whether they are related or not, they will think we have found it and they will take it."

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

"Yes, the evidence will eventually fall into the hands of us and the police department." Matilda said suddenly.

"This is the result they want." Mir smiled at Matilda: "This result may be misleading."

"What?"

Matilda felt that Mill's ideas seemed a little different from others, especially his way of thinking about clues and inferences, which was simply an extremely weird idea.

"Misleading? Keep talking."

"On the surface, it appeared after Beqi appeared, but actually it appeared at the same time." Mir lowered his head and stared at it and said: "If you know Omar's scapegoating method, I think you will now

You will definitely agree with what I am doing."

"I heard about Omar from my brother." Matilda smoothed the hair in front of her forehead with her hand, because it blocked her view of Mir: "He wants to marry the murderer.

It's his hatred that brought trouble to the entire French Quarter police department."

"Yes, Matilda, you need to know the most important point." Mir came to Matilda and said: "The death of Mr. Thabit's wife happened before Omar was captured. Their methods were almost

It’s the same, they’re all framed, but the goals are different.”

Matilda frowned slightly: "Omar wants to blame the police station, but the murderer of Mr. Thabit's wife wants to blame someone else?"

"You are so smart." Mir praised her and said, "Maybe it's Becky, maybe it's the one who didn't show up."

Mir pointed at the bottle and said: "What I want to do is guide the murderer to the next person he will kill. We have to catch the murderer before the person who doesn't show up."

"Really?" Matilda suddenly felt incredible. She did not expect that Mir would use such a method to solve the case: "Will the murderer be fooled?"

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

"What information?"

"Just where the mouth of the bottle is pointing."

Mir pointed to the left back side of his body and said, "That's the direction of my home."

"Are you the next murderer?" Matilda began to show a worried look on her face.

"No, it's not me." Mir shook his head: "It should be Mr. Thabit."

Matilda was a little confused.

Mir explained: "That's the general direction. I think it's some kind of signal between Omar and the murderer. The wine is one-third of the bottle. If the wine is empty and the bottle is missing, then

It means the mission failed. On the contrary, filling the wine with wine means the mission was successful."

"After all, after Omar was arrested, there must have been some action in the French District Police Station, so I asked the storm to interfere with it." Mir said: "At least I can let the murderer fall into thinking for a short time, so that I can carry out another

A plan awaits capture."

"What will it look like after we leave?" she asked curiously.

"It's possible that it won't be found. Even if it is found, the wine will be filled partially, one-third more, but at least it won't be filled full."

Mir was thinking about the information that the wine bottle could convey in his mind, but he still couldn't figure it out.

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

"Yes, the storm is coming. We can't stay here any longer."

"Okay, after we finish asking Omar, we need to eat something." Mir added the time on his pocket watch and said.

Matilda asked: "What time is it? Mil"

"It's almost noon, we need to hurry up."

Before leaving the port of New Orleans, Mill put some garbage to cover the mouth of the bottle, so that only a small amount of rainwater could pour in.

Matilda and Mir arrived near the parked carriage and saw that no one from the police station had disappeared. The coachman did not know where he had gone, leaving only an unoccupied carriage.

"Damn it!" Mir yelled angrily: "Bastard Kevin got the coachman away!"

Matilda and Mir looked around for signs of the coachman, hoping that nothing unexpected would happen to him.

"Matilda, I found nothing here." Mill shouted.

Matilda responded: "Same here, too."

"Mir, can you drive a carriage?"

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

Matilda had a great idea: "We can ride it away."

"Haha, I really have you, Matilda." Mill laughed.

Mir began to separate the carriage, but before it was completely separated, light rain fell.

"Fucking hell!"

"Mir, we need to hurry up."

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon."

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

Matilda shivered involuntarily because of the light rain, and then she immediately stretched out her right hand, and Mir also extended his hand at the same time, so she sat directly on the horse with the help of Mir's arm.

This was also the first time he held Matilda's gentle, virtuous but cold hands, and he held them tightly for a long time without letting go.

"Mir, the rain seems to be getting heavier." Matilda said very shyly, feeling the warmth of the flame brought by Mil.

Mill immediately let go and said: "Put your arms around my waist, Matilda."

Mir grabbed the reins with his left hand, swung the whip with his right hand, and whipped the horse a few times. The horse suddenly raised its two front legs and screamed instantly, galloping forward.

At this time, Matilda was extremely happy, and it was also the first time she had physical contact with Mil.

Due to the extremely fast running of the horse, Matilda's hands once again hugged Mir's waist tightly, her face gently pressed against Mir's sadness, enjoying the happiest moment.

Even though the rain was beating wildly on Matilda's body, she didn't mind it, and she didn't feel any coldness.

Riding a horse with the one she loves is what Matilda longs for most in her life, even if she doesn't follow Mir into a gorgeous palace.

Her heart was racing along with the horse, and as their bodies rose and fell, an unprecedented sense of friction arose between her and Mir's bodies, almost giving rise to the strong desire she had suppressed for a long time.

She already had a clear attitude in her mind. She needed to find a time and an opportunity to give him the most precious thing in the world.

"Matilda, please help me think about the meaning of one-third. I can't figure it out at all."

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

"Wine in the bottle." Mir shouted: "I always feel that it has something to do with the case."

"It's one of three."

"I know, does it have any other meaning?"

Matilda pressed close again: "Let me think."

She was just talking and didn't think about a third of what Mir said. Her mind was filled with that kind of lingering love, and she had already fallen into such a deep state that she couldn't extricate herself.

After a few minutes, Mir asked: "Matilda, have you thought about it? I need to use this question to deal with Omar, otherwise he will not tell me other news."

She replied: "Hmm...could it be related to the first three murders?"

"You are amazing! Matilda." Mir said excitedly: "I thought of it! Finally I thought of it!"

"What did you think of?"

"The meaning of one-third came to mind." He said: "Three refers to the first three murders, and the only one refers to the fourth murder."

"One-third of the implication is that they are smarter than I thought about the fourth murder."

Matilda seemed to understand what Mill said: "Mr. Thabit? Three to one."

"Yes, Chris would never have thought of this!" Mir laughed.


Chapter completed!