"Since I took over this case, after questioning again and again, I finally found out that you had proof of alibi. It was not my random guessing, but Laura pointed out you, and there was another person who also hinted at it.

Me, so I have to suspect you."

Mir chose to stand opposite Marcos. Regardless of whether the knife in Marcos' hand could pose any danger to himself, he decided to tell the truth so that he could carefully observe Marcos's every move to see if there were any flaws.

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"What did she say?" Marcos asked.

"Let me think about it, I'm a little tired these days." Mir pretended to think: "She said there is a man in the kitchen who can cook, which probably means you are not here."

Marcos looked at Mir and nodded: "Yes, I did not go that day."

"Then where have you been?" Mir wanted to know.

"On the way to Florida," Marcos said, "I think they should have told you."

"Yes, it doesn't sound flawless at all." Mir stared into Marcos's eyes and said, "You can actually answer fluently without any thinking."

"No, Mr. Edward, it's my brain that works better." Marcos' hand tightened on the knife in his hand.

"Really?" Mir looked at him and asked, "How do you know what day I'm talking about?"

"Because Laura told me that she was in the kitchen when I arrived." Marcos replied.

"Would you believe what she said?"

"Clar and Lisa, I think your names should not be unfamiliar to you." Mir's face moved closer to Marcos and he said softly.

"Yes, Mr. Edward." Marcos said.

"But Laura said that she had never heard their names." Mir said this sentence word by word, so that Marcos could hear it clearly.

"No, Mr. Edward, she won't lie, never." Marcos took two steps back and said, "You must have heard something wrong, or the person you met is not the real Laura at all."

Mir wanted to be certain of Marcos' last words, asking: "Not the real Laura? Who could it be?"

"Do you know Paulina Dennehy? Have you ever heard of her name?" Mir asked again.

"I don't know who she is. I knew who she was before." Marcos hesitated and said, "I haven't heard of her, let alone know."

"Is she a ghost?" Mir wanted to get the answer from Marcos, so he leaned forward again and asked: "When did you know that she was not the real Laura?"

Facing Mir's questioning, Marcos looked slightly nervous, and a little sweat stained his palms, and then he tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.

"Just...just now, she came to me in the kitchen, wanting...to let me go to where she lives. When Wenshen showed up, she...she was gone." Marcos

He said hesitantly.

Mir felt that Marcos had taken the bait: "Then she didn't tell you anything else?"

"Except for what she told me about her relationship with the homeless man, she hasn't told me anything else."

"Tramp?" Mir frowned and suddenly thought of the tramp Ruili mentioned that day: "He is your love rival. The owner of the hotel said that he always comes here to eat and drink. It seems that the boss hates him.

he."

"Yes, he comes often." Marcos said: "The two drunkards in the pub area are his friends, and they have a good relationship."

"My intuition tells me this is the case, otherwise he would never come here casually." Mir wanted to relay to Marcos what his boss said to him that night: "Now, the thing that puzzles me the most is that the boss

By the way, it's about you, Marcos."

Marcos felt a little dry: "What did the boss say?"

"He said that if you didn't come to work all day, he would deduct your wages."

Mir looked at Marcos, who had his head drooped and was speechless. He could vaguely feel that Marcos was deliberately evading, or that Marcos was keeping some secret.

"Hey, what are you hiding?"

"Where on earth did you go that day?"

"I met someone." He finally raised his head and admitted.

Mir asked: "Who did you meet?"

Marcos replied: "Paulina Dennehy."
Chapter completed!