The port terminal of New Orleans is as usual, with an endless stream of people waiting in extremely irregular lines, waiting for the next ship.

Mir walked forward with his head lowered, but never said a word.

Chris seemed to feel that he had something on his mind: "Friend, what are you planning?"

Mir pretended not to hear, until he stopped at the place where Alina left. He raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky.

"I need your help, Chris." Mir looked at him and said, "I need your cooperation even more."

"Of course, we are allies, and I will help you secretly." Chris said.

Mir shook his head and said: "This time is different, we have to make it clear."

"What?" Chris said in surprise: "You can't do this. We must never let anyone know what's going on between us."

"Listen to me, Chris, now that I have identified the murderer, what worries me most is that he is very likely to escape from here." Mir took a step forward and said: "Jacques is still alive."

"Oh my God! Did I hear that right?"

"Isn't he dead?"

"I saved him, but then he ran away." Mir sighed: "He tricked me."

Chris wanted to hear it first: "So what do you want me to do?"

"Police officers are deployed here, and if there are suspicious people, they will be arrested directly." Mir said: "Deliberately creating panic."

Chris wanted to refuse, but he also wanted to catch the murderer.

"Is this your plan?" Chris asked.

"Yes, Chris, this is just part of the plan." Mill replied.

"Can you tell me a little bit about your plan?"

"No, Chris, it's best to keep it a secret for now."

"Confidential?" Chris frowned: "Mil, we are at the dock now. This is the dock at the Port of New Orleans, not the police station."

"There might be someone else in the police station who would snitch, but there's no way there's anyone here," Chris continued.

"Please don't mind, Chris, this is a careful plan, I don't want any accidents to happen."

"Don't you believe me?"

Mir smiled awkwardly: "I have never thought of it this way, Chris."

"Ghosts are always there." Mir said around.

"Okay, I'm even looking forward to who the murderer will look like."

"I already have several candidates in mind, and I'm still waiting for him to show up." Mir said, "By the way, Chris, I need a knife, you have to prepare it."

"What knife?"

"Sheschl's scimitar."

"What do you want it for?"

"I want to put it in a residential area. Don't ask about anything else."

Chris said helplessly: "Okay, I promise you."

"I don't understand one thing. Since you have a candidate in mind, why do you still ask Martin to let Walter Lu go to the residential area to stay there?"

"I told you, Chris, this is a game, it starts with Walter Luna." Mir said, "I have something else I need to know about."
Chapter completed!