The boss and the woman named Lisa left room 320, and Mir immediately closed the door. First, he was worried that they would eavesdrop on his conversation with Cyril at the door. Second, Mir thought of Martin.

Because Martin should have been monitoring her at this time, but she did not leave the hotel. So where was Martin at this time and who was he monitoring?

Mir will wait until tomorrow morning and prepare to inquire carefully after Martin comes back. However, Mir is still worried about Martin and doesn't know if he is in danger now.

Or maybe the black woman is really Lisa: "Is she really not dead? No, the corpse of Lafayette 1 is definitely not wrong."

At this moment, Cyril was already sitting on the chair and enjoying the food and wine.

He saw Mir standing there leaning against the wall in a daze, and he asked: "Mr. Detective Edward, why are you still there? Come here and get something to eat!"

Mir came back to his senses and said: "You are Paulina's man, Cyril."

Cyril was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Mir walked over slowly: "Isn't it? Your purpose is to kill me, Miss Paulina asked you to do this."

"No, no, no, I have nothing to do with her." Cyril took a sip of wine and said, "Miss Paulina? Who is she? I have never heard of her."

"Don't pretend to be stupid! Cyril!" Mir said to him very seriously: "You said it yourself, you are Laura's man in name. Didn't Laura tell you anything about that woman? Even a little bit.

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Cyril kept plugging his mouth with food. He didn't dare to look at Mir anymore. He just immersed himself in eating.

"If you don't know Paulina, then tell me about what happened between you and Laura."

Mir sat down and continued: "I hope you won't fool me. I know the identity of your love rival."

"Are you talking about him? Marcos Borg." Cyril raised his head and asked.

"Yes, that's him. The person I met just now is him. He told me everything."

"Mr. Detective Edward, since you know everything, why do you still ask me?"

Mir suddenly stopped eating, not expecting Cyril to ask such a question.

Mir looked him straight in the eyes and said, "I want to know if you agree."

Cyril understood Mir's true purpose of questioning him. Now that he knew everything, he became extremely passive in killing him.

When Paulina found Cyril, she directly told her the reason for killing Mir. Cyril felt that this matter was very difficult. He wanted to refuse, but he had already boarded the ship and could not turn back.

Cyril later thought about why he had to entrust such a difficult task to himself. The idea that emerged from his heart was almost the same as the one in his mind - the stupid Paulina let a smarter self do it.

Something even stupider.

"Maybe it's not necessary." Cyril chewed food and said, "Mr. Detective Edward, it is my honor to meet you. This is the last supper between us. After enjoying it, I will leave here."

Mir will never let Cyril leave. Once he leaves today, tomorrow's plan will not be easy to handle, and the bait will have been thrown out long ago.

"Cyril, you have to be patient. Your ultimate goal cannot be achieved, but I can make you a good person." Mir poured the wine and said: "Do you really want to continue to make mistakes? I feel like you are doing this.

There must be your reasons."

Cyril raised his head and glanced at Mir, then lowered his head and continued to eat.

"What? Your life doesn't matter anymore?"

"No one is trying to kill me."

Mir's face became much uglier: "Really? What you said are all lies? If you want to die, I will never stop you."

"Your mission has not been completed, how should you explain to Paulina?" Mir said: "I feel that you will be taken back to your hometown by Yaheng Ram. You probably know the altar of Santo Domingo."

Cyril nodded: "No matter what, it is death. I hope that death can be prolonged as long as possible. They will not be able to go back for a while. After all, they are still taking refuge here in Louisiana."

"Don't you want to live?"

"May I?"

Mir shrugged and said, "Of course, tell me everything you know, including your difficulties."

"You said before that there is no need to know this. The murderer will be caught tomorrow. Besides, I know that you already know the important information."

"No, what I want is the identity of the murderer."

Cyril spread his hands and said: "Mr. Detective Edward, it's not that I won't help you, I really don't know who the murderer is. I can only contact Laura and Paulina here. Miss Paulina may know."

"She doesn't know either."

"You have been deceived, Mr. Detective Edward."

"Damn it!"

Cyril reminded Mir: "Miss Paulina seems to have recovered some magic, which is nothing compared to before."

"I'm not interested at all about her magic. I want to know her current location. Can you tell me? Cyril." Mir thought about going to find Paulina and talk to her after tomorrow.

Cyril simply wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Detective Edward, she came to me through Laura. I don't know where she is."

Now that Cyril mentioned Laura, Mir was ready to have an in-depth chat with him about this dead man.

"Laura, she's dead." Mir said simply, taking a sip of wine while observing Cyril's expression with his eyes.

"Yes, she is dead, but she is still alive and even jumping around."

"Did she tell you this in person?"

Cyril shook his head: "It's Miss Paulina."

"I don't understand. You and Marcos are both in love with the same dead person, and you both had a special relationship, and you are jealous over a dead person." Mir wanted to hear some truth from Cyril's mouth.

"Have you ever thought that what Paulina told you was a lie? It was originally a lie, or it was just a cover, a trick."

"Marcos and I are both homeless people. Although Marcos met her a little earlier than him, I love her."

Mir looked at Cyril: "You love her? You love a dead person. If this matter is announced, people here will laugh at it."

"What do you love about her? Is it that you love how crazy she is in bed? Does she give you excitement and feelings that no other woman can give you?"

"Absolutely. Maybe Marcos and I are the same kind of people. You seem to be unable to understand the difficulties of a homeless man and his desire for love."

Mir sneered and said: "It's so ridiculous. Your remarks made me look at you with admiration."

"As you said, she may be a living person playing the role of a dead person."
Chapter completed!