"Then you can say it, but I want to remind you that how much I can agree to your conditions is determined by the importance of the information you provide."

Mil always felt that there was something wrong with him. In the dark night, he could never see his entire face. He could only vaguely see half of his face, which was not very clear.

"Then what do you want to know? Mr. Detective Edward." He did not tell what he knew first as Mill said, and he wanted to know what Mill didn't know now.

This guy was so smart that Mill was surprised that he didn't fall into Mill's trap.

"Me? Haha, I don't want to know anything. I'm just one step away now." Mir laughed and said, "I think you should go back and rest as early as possible. It's best to leave the carriage to me. I have other things to do."

If you have to do it, don’t waste my time, my time is very precious.”

He secretly said: "Damn it!"

Then he sighed deeply: "Mr. Detective Edward, let me tell you the most important news first, which we talked about just now."

"That's the best, my patience is about to be worn out by you." Mir began to listen to the information he was about to say.

He said very simply: "It was Mr. Thabit who rescued Paulina."

"The information you provided was too late."

"What? Is it late?"

"Of course, Mr. Thabit, I have been suspicious for a long time." Mir saw his surprised look. He had to tell something related to Thabit, otherwise he would not believe himself: "Mr. Thabit."

Was he holding a knife in his hand at that time?"

"How do you know?" he asked in shock again.

"It's still a scimitar, a Sheschl scimitar." Mir immediately took it out from his arms and said, "I have Mr. Thabit's knife here!"

Mir touched it and said: "I don't know how many innocent lives were in Mr. Thabit's hands with this knife. Do you want to see its edge?"

"Mr. Detective Edward, are you sure?" He was a little nervous: "Are you sure that the knife in your hand belongs to Mr. Thabit?"

"I'm not sure, so I want to see how sharp it is."

Mir continued: "You were also a witness that day. We can take a look together, and you can get closer."

"All right."

Mir deliberately sat at the door of the carriage. Mir hoped to use the faint cold light of the Schecher's scimitar to reflect on his face, so that he could see his appearance clearly.

From the moment he asked Mir, Mir had actually suspected his identity for a long time, but he couldn't see clearly and didn't dare to make random guesses.

What Mir didn't expect was that he revealed himself to be Laura's man in name only, and was also very stupid. Mir began to analyze and calculate him based on these two pieces of favorable information.

"Hey! Come here." Mir felt that his footsteps hadn't moved and said deliberately: "Did you see it?"

"Mr. Edward, I didn't see anything."

"Then stay closer to me."

Mir gathered the scimitars in a large area towards the door, hoping that when he pulled out the scimitars, he could just see his skin color and not worry about what he looked like.

The blade of the Sheshier scimitar was very slender. Mir quickly pulled out a third of it and pointed it directly at his face with a bright position. However, at this moment, Mir clearly saw his black

skin.

When he thought about it, he found that he had been deceived by Mir.

"You are Cyril Stuart, Chris's subordinate." Mill said coldly.
Chapter completed!