"This is your only condition, otherwise I will not care about you. You can leave at any time." Mir approached Cyril, looked into his eyes and said: "You can try to ask Inspector Louis for help, you see he will

I won’t give you a chance to atone for your sins.”

Mir vaguely heard the messy footsteps coming from the house, and then continued to whisper to Cyril: "When I talk to the owner of the house, you can think about it carefully."

Mir then knocked on the door, but the person in the house was missing and there was no answer.

Suddenly someone asked: "Is someone knocking on the door?"

"Yes." Mir immediately responded: "Hello, I have something to ask you, is it okay?"

He opened the door with a slight shake, and then exhaled a breath of thick air.

He asked: "Who are you?"

"Hello, I am Detective Edward." Mill smelled the sudden strong smell of alcohol, so he bowed deeply towards the owner of the house.

The owner of the house raised the oil lamp at the door with his hand and looked at Mir carefully, while Mir also looked at him.

"Oh, what can I do for you?" he asked.

"I think the person inside should have mentioned me to you." Mir said with a smile.

He thought for a moment and said, "Oh, yes, you are a detective."

"But, I don't know if you are a fake." He burped.

Mir gradually opened his arms and said, "What? Don't I look like him?"

He took another look at Mir's linen clothes and trousers. They looked very ordinary and did not look like a person with an aristocratic temperament.

"It doesn't look like it." He praised, "But you are very polite."

"Thank you." Mir glanced at him and felt that he was about the same height as Walter Lu, but his personality was more approachable than Walter Lu: "I am just a very ordinary person, and I wear everything I often wear.

of."

Mill had already seen from the eyes of the owner of the house that he did not dislike or belittle himself. What he was worried about was that someone would use the name of pretending to be a detective to do something harmful to his own interests.

After Mir recovered, he casually wore a light blue linen dress and a pair of dark brown linen trousers.

Mill saw that he was indifferent: "Since Walter Ru mentioned me, you should know my purpose of coming, and Jacques Bernard asked me to come here."

"Chief Bernard?" He suddenly became very friendly: "Please come in."

"Thanks."

He closed the door and said, "I am a good friend of Sheriff Bernard."

Mir looked at the house and said: "Yes, I heard Jacques talking about you, and I heard that your relationship is very good."

"Yes." He smiled and said, "Do you want a drink too?"

The layout and decoration of his house are slightly simpler than that of Mill's house, but it is more refined than Mr. Thabit's house, especially the color scheme, which is all white and looks extremely bright with the blessing of the oil lamp.

All the furniture, murals, and ornaments are decorated with ultra-dark tones. In addition to the luxurious lighting, the clean and tidy picture integrates Mir into it.

"Of course." Mir said bluntly.

"Upstairs." He sincerely invited Mir to go up to the second floor.

As he went upstairs, he introduced: "This is also my home, and it is also my private pub. I often come here with some friends to have gatherings and have drinks. Although the first floor is very simple, the second floor is relatively more attractive.

Pay attention.”

Mir was observing the color contrast of the stairs. The white part was carved with exquisite black lines. On the contrary, the black part was mixed with exquisite white patterns. In Mir's era, it was rare to see such an exquisite decoration style.

Mir stopped and said: "You invited designers from the Kingdom of Spain to design it."

"Yes, he is a designer from Madrid, Kingdom of Spain. After the fire, I did not completely retain the French style. They are already in the past. As for the appearance of the house, I also want to find time to renovate it." He

replied.

Mir and Cyril followed the owner of the house to the second floor. Mir saw Ward Ru sitting with his back to him. He was sitting on a black chair, facing the large window on the second floor.

The most eye-catching thing on the second floor is the window, which is wide and bright. Standing on the second floor, Mir can really see everything in the Clark house.

Mir pointed to the window and said, "Have you noticed this room?"

He slowly sat on the chair opposite Walter Rue, with his back to the window and said, "Never, because I always sit with my back to the window."

Mir didn't believe what he said, even if he looked back for a moment and could see it directly.

"I know, you are thinking at this moment, I will notice it when I look back." He took a sip of brandy and said, "I am never distracted when I drink, let alone look back."

"Besides, when you look out the window, it's pitch black. Is there anything worth observing?" he said.

Mir watched for a short moment with his arms folded, and saw things from the perspective of the owner of the house.

Mir thought what he said was reasonable. Indeed, standing at the window, almost everything was pitch black, as if the rich night covered his eyes and made him lose everything. It was enough for one to be completely immersed in the wine table.

"Mr. Edward, why are you here?" Walter Lu asked, looking at Mir's background, and then at the people around Mir: "Cyril, why are you here too?"

"Inspector Louis asked me to protect Mr. Detective Edward, so I followed him." Cyril replied.

"Then why didn't Inspector Louis come?"

"He went to see Miss Matilda."

Mir and Cyril sat on the chair together, and they sat next to Ward Lu.

"How's the surveillance going? Did you find anything?" Mir asked with his head turned towards Walter Rue.

Walter Rue finished his glass and said, "Nothing has been discovered yet."

Mir felt something was wrong. When Mir went downstairs, he went to the kitchen door and took a sneak peek. Marcos was not in the kitchen at all.

"Then where will he go? Could it be that everything he said before was to deceive me?" Mir murmured to himself.

"Ward, are you sure?" Mill asked again.

"Of course, I have been sitting here drinking. Maybe I won't sit here when the water is released." Hua De seemed a little drunk and said slowly: "If I had seen it, I would have caught that guy long ago.

Already."

Mir said angrily: "Damn it! Have you forgotten your mission? You are not allowed to arrest without permission! If you are arrested, then I will do everything possible to get you out of New Orleans!"
Chapter completed!