Cole listened to Mir's continuous shouting with vague understanding. Since it was slightly dark in front of him, he could vaguely see Mir making very funny gestures. He was very confused by Mir's gestures.

At the same time, the waves hit the bow of the ship extremely hard. Under the strong sea breeze, it mixed the two sounds together. Cole could no longer hear Mir's curse. He just waved goodbye to Mir.

gesture.

The two ships raised their white sails in an instant, and the crew was warning people in the port not to board the ship, because the people on the ship were already full, and they could only wait for the next trip to arrive - the next trip would be at least at dawn.

They sighed and stepped back. Mir saw three elderly Frenchmen behind the crowd. They were sitting on the floor and took out a few bottles of wine and a few wine glasses from their luggage. They talked happily and drank, indulging in the clear night.

middle.

Since the federation took over Louisiana, the port of New Orleans no longer has French troops patrolling it, and it is not subject to any restrictions or regulations. It is almost a mess. Most of the people are walking, playing and even walking on the beach without restraint.

Just find a spot, huddle together and light a fire to keep warm.

The ship sailed forward slowly, sailing on the pitch-black sea. After a while, the white sail disappeared very quickly into the dark moonlight, which seemed even weirder than the disappearance of a ghost.

The surrounding noise gradually quieted down, and the dull crowd was snoring next to the bonfire. They were tired from all the hard work. There were a few homeless people nearby, lying on their light luggage and falling asleep.

Mir crumpled the letter paper in his hand, threw it hard onto the rolling waves, and yelled: "Get out of here! Cole!"

Alina left, and Mil's mood became a little irritable now. Although the sounds of nature were pleasant and intoxicating, Mil could not be infected by them. He asked Chris: "Have you caught the ghost? Chris."

Mir didn't hear any answer from Chris, so he turned around and found that Chris was missing.

"Damn it!"

"Chris, where are you?"

"Chris! Stop hiding! I've seen you!"

Mill was sure that Chris had not gone far because the dilapidated carriage was nearby, but he didn't know what he was doing.

Mir glanced towards the other side of the port, but he did not see Chris. Although Mir was affected by the sound of the rising tide, he could still hear everyone's heartbeat.

Mir could vaguely feel Chris's methodical heartbeat. When his eyes locked on the three middle-aged Frenchmen, he saw that there seemed to be one more person among the three. That person was sitting side by side with one of the middle-aged men.

With.

Mir walked up and found that this person was really Chris. Chris not only talked and laughed with them, but also asked them for some wine from time to time.

"Chris, what are you doing here? Don't forget what you promised me on the carriage!" Mir said angrily.

Chris immediately put down his glass. He seemed to hear a hint of displeasure in Mir's tone. Chris stood up and said, "I just found a place with no one to relax for a while. I can't bear the sea breeze."

"Come on, Mir, try the purest wine in France, which you almost have to pay a lot of money to buy in New Orleans."

Chris wanted to borrow wine to let Mir release his anger and depression, but Mir rejected him directly, which made Chris a little embarrassed.

"I'm not in the mood to drink." Mir said bluntly.

"Okay, let's get down to business first."

Chris said goodbye to several of his father's friends, returned the wine bottles, and then followed Mir all the way towards the carriage.

On the way to the carriage, Mir remained silent. Before leaving, Alina had asked Chris to tell him about Mir's condition and asked him to visit Mir for her in his spare time, which was enough to make Mir's heart happy.

to reduce some anxiety.

"Mil, I tried my best on the ghost incident." Chris said, bringing the topic to the ghost incident.

Mir stopped moving forward. He stared at Chris's face and asked, "You let her run away, right?"

Chris nodded and replied, "Yes, Mil."

Mir asked: "Then have you seen what she looks like?"

"No, I only saw her butt. His butt is the big one."

"Chris, you are so stupid!" Mill was surprised by Chris's focus on the ghost. Mill exclaimed: "Oh my god! Chris, she is a ghost, not a girl, and not a woman seeking pleasure.

Please don't have any illusions about her."

"Yes, I know, if you watch it from a close distance, she can even arouse your desire, a man's desire, do you understand?" Chris tried to convince Mir.

"That's enough! Chris! How Ian died, you should know better than me!"

Mill didn't want to listen to Chris's glib words. He hoped to give Chris a warning through Ian's death.

"Yes, Ian has been blinded by desire." Chris listened to Mir's accusations of himself, he bowed to Mir and said: "I apologize to you for my stupid behavior.

"

After seeing Chris's sincere apology, Mir nodded and said, "I accept your apology."

"Oh, by the way, Chris, when will the criminal investigation police sent by France arrive in New Orleans?" Mir suddenly thought of what Uncle Amos said in the house.

"Early tomorrow morning, they will arrive by steamer, um..." Chris took out his pocket watch from his pocket, glanced at the time and said, "The time will be about nine o'clock in the morning."

"We need to make some preparations, Chris. I hope you can cooperate with me." Mir looked around vigilantly, lowered his voice and said, "If you don't want the private burial of corpses to spread to Amos Stowe,

If you hear it in Dud's ears, then you'd better ally with me."

"Are you kidding, Mil?"

Chris thought that Mill's behavior was a bit ridiculous, and even gave him a fatal threat without thinking. Chris could not guess what Mill was thinking at all, and his thoughts were always unpredictable.

"We're friends, right? Mil."

"Yes, we are friends. As a friend, I just give you some advice."

Chris shrugged and said, "Okay, but you can't do this to me."

"No, I have to do this to you, because you are French. What I need is fairness in the murder case. As for them, I am not sure whether they are a group of ignorant fools or incompetent idiots."

Mill very much hopes that the upcoming criminal investigation officer will be invincible, so that he can highlight his investigative skills and make him a household name in New Orleans. On the contrary, he needs Chris's secret assistance. After all, Chris is very experienced.

"Mir, I can remain neutral."

"You can't do it, please believe me, Chris."

Mill tried every means to convince Chris. He wanted Chris to understand that the arrival of the French detective police would only make the murder case worse.


Chapter completed!