"Then shall we go back now and take a look at a different place?" Matilda said, observing the somewhat gloomy weather through the gaps between the oak leaves.

Mir also looked back at the same time: "That stubborn guy said the rain is coming, but I feel like it won't come in a while."

"Let's search elsewhere to see if we find anything else."

After Mir walked out of the oak forest with them, Kevin kept thinking about one thing, which was what Mir said about catching the murderer.

He believed that before officially entering the New Orleans port, Mill said he was here to catch the murderer.

Later, Mir yelled at himself and mentioned that the murderer had been caught and was now being interrogated in the police station.

He really wants to know which case Mir is catching the murderer this time. If there is a new murder case, the chief will not return to France, including himself.

He followed Mill and Matilda with hurried steps, and asked: "Mr. Detective Edward, are you here to investigate clues?"

"Or you can tell me that maybe I found something else near here that can help you detect it."

Mir said bluntly: "No need, Kevin, you need to order them to return to the police station."

"You can stop moving forward." Mill stood on the steps and said very seriously: "Mr. Kyle, please don't disturb my date with Miss Matilda."

When Mill said these words, first Matilda felt unprecedented shock, and then Kevin, whose jaw dropped.

Matilda was surprised and looked at Mil's side face affectionately. She seemed to have been waiting for this sentence for too long.

Kevin didn't expect that Detective Edward would date Detective Louis' sister. If this news reached the ears of Walter Ru, it would be enough for Walter Ru to catch something against them.

"It seems that they have been in the same boat for a long time." Kevin smiled secretly.

Kevin wanted to tell Walter Ru about this, and even couldn't wait to leave here.

"Mr. Detective Edward, this surprises me so much!" Kevin pretended to be surprised, but still wanted to find an opportunity to ask something from Mil's mouth.

"Are you going to tell Walter Rue about this?" Mill pointedly asked.

He shrugged: "No, Mr. Detective Edward, I never thought about it."

"Really?" Mir glanced at him: "You can tell Walter Lu that I formed an alliance with Chris very early on."

The murder case is over, and Mill wants to completely break up with Walter Rue so that these losers can get out of New Orleans.

Kevin stared at Mil with his big light brown eyes, as if his mouth could fit the entire Gray Kite's body.

"No, Mr. Edward, you can't do this!"

"You didn't play any role in this murder case. Instead, you discriminated, ridiculed, and disdained me in the process of investigating the clues. And your commander, with his arrogant attitude and arrogant attitude

." Mir said coldly: "Oh, by the way, Walter Lu's boss should have ordered you not to come here to investigate the case, but to participate in the murder feast."

"You have always been testing my bottom line, wandering around the edge, hoping to reap the benefits." Mir continued: "Perhaps, you have always wanted to see how grand the scene was when Ward Lu caught the murderer.

It will be held, and it is something you can look forward to.”

"No, Mr. Edward, my commander is capable of detection. He has caught many murderers in France." Kevin retorted: "This is obvious to the local residents of France."

Mir was amused by Kevin's words.

"Matilda, have you heard of this in France?" Mill turned and asked.

"It's never happened." Matilda thought for a moment and said, "I remember that Walter Lu arrested several criminals. I heard from my father's people that Walter Roux was almost a fluke, and most of them were my father's.

of credit.”

"No, no, no, Miss Matilda."

Kevin believed that Walter Ru would never deceive him. Although Walter Ru's arrogance was developed through solving many cases, he still believed that Walter Ru was not the loser that Mill said.

"I have personally seen several cases investigated by the chief," he said.

Mill believed that Ward Luneng's detection was entirely a coincidence: "Well, I hope he acts like a detective. As long as he doesn't cause trouble while I'm investigating the clues, I can let him go wherever he likes."

Kevin continued to ask tentatively: "Detective Mr. Ed, I would like to know if my commander has the opportunity to participate in this case."

"Okay, you still need to get out of here first." Mir told him: "This is another murder case, about Mr. Thabit's wife."

"I think by this time, your commander, Walter Rue, may have passed by."

"Really?" he asked in disbelief.

"You can go to the police station and ask them."

"Okay, Mr. Detective Edward, I'll leave now."

Mir reminded him: "You need to find a new carriage outside the port."

Kevin nodded in response and turned away from the sight of Mir and Matilda.

"Come on, Matilda, let's go over there and have a look at the berth over there," said Mill, walking down the stairs.

"Wait a minute, Mil." Matilda stopped him.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm...I want to know...is what you just said true?"

Mir turned sideways and looked at her: "What are you referring to?"

Matilda came over and said very shyly: "It's about a date."

"You can take it as real." Mill saw Matilda's red face and said, "Dating investigation."

"Sounds very interesting, Mil." Matilda tilted her head slightly and thought: "This seems like..."

Mir shouted from the front: "Matilda, we are running out of time. We need to find some useful clues. The storm is coming soon."

What Matilda thought was that the carriage had better disappear near the port, or be deliberately taken away by Kevin, plus a sudden storm, so that she could follow him and enjoy it.

A place to take shelter from the rain feels so comfortable as never before.

Matilda followed Mir to several berths and searched, including the vicinity of the berths, but found nothing.

Mir finally came to a very special berth that he had sent to Alina a few days ago. It was very wide. Mir stood there, looking at the endless coastline.

He turned around and looked behind him again. Except for Matilda standing in the distance looking at him, he vaguely saw a few messy things behind Matilda.

"What is that?" Mir pointed forward with his hand, and then shouted towards Matilda.

Matilda's skirt was blown above her knees by a strong wind from the sea. Immediately afterwards, the skirt kept flying upwards, and her two straight white thighs were gradually exposed, approaching her final destination.

That precious line of defense.

"Your dress! Matilda!"

"What did you say? I can't seem to hear you clearly!"

Mir felt the strong sea breeze blowing, so he cursed: "What the hell!"

Mir ran over in a hurry, but Matilda was still walking in his direction, looking impatient. He didn't want to see the extremely attractive scenery next.

When the skirt took off, Mill rushed directly in front of Matilda and grabbed the skirt that was rising in the air with both hands.

At this moment, the distance between their bodies was less than one foot.

Mir stared at Matilda's white and smooth face, as well as the very light rosy color, and he gasped heavily.

Matilda's long pale golden hair moved with the wind, exuding a strong fragrance, surrounding the space that only belonged to the two of them.

"I like your eyes, Mill." Matilda said softly, "They fascinate me."

"Thank you." Mir responded: "Your lips also fascinate me."

"Matilda, I discovered it." Mill changed the subject.

"Really?" Matilda looked stunned: "What are you looking at?"

"It's a bottle, a transparent bottle, it's right behind you."

"I hate it."

"Why?"

Matilda said disappointedly: "It interrupted...you should understand."

"I do not understand."

"Look, Matilda, do you see what I found?" Mir said excitedly as he passed by Matilda.

"You found the clue, right?"

"Yes." Mir immediately squatted down and picked through the messy garbage: "It still has a third."

Mir saw it, picked it up and said: "The people who come here are all people who have returned to France. Are they French nobles?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Matilda stayed aside quietly, letting the strong wind erode her body wantonly.

"No matter who it is, it means that the murderer has been here before. He may not be a French person, let alone a French noble." Mild suddenly thought of Becky: "Could it be him?"

Matilda asked: "That savage?"

"Becky? You mean Becky? Do you doubt it too?"

"I don't know." Matilda speculated: "Maybe it's someone else, someone Becky knows."

"Although they can't afford this expensive wine, the murderer can because he kills people and gets paid."

"Sometimes, we can believe that the inference is correct. When we firmly believe this, it is often in the wrong direction." Mill said: "It seems that we have found clues related to the case, but in fact, it gave me guidance.

A wrong direction."

Mill thought for a while and said: "The murderer should still be in New Orleans. This wine must have been transported from the port from somewhere else. I can't tell where exactly, but I can be sure that it is definitely not here -

—Port of New Orleans.”

"Then what should we do?" Matilda didn't know how to use inference to catch the murderer.

"Keep it here."

"Mir, the only clue is broken."

Mir shook his head and said, "No, just mess with its position."


Chapter completed!