Vincent took Mir to a gloomy corner. Mir sniffed at the garbage in the corner, as if he could smell the fishy smell of No. 1 Lafayette.

"Vinson, where do you want to take me?" Mir sighed deeply and said, "This place stinks to the sky, and there is no custom museum like you mentioned."

"Mr. Edward, I'm very sorry. Last year, the custom museum was indeed here, and I can't seem to find any excuse to convince you." Faced with Mill's accusation, Vincent felt very innocent.

Mir looked around and found that there was almost nothing here except garbage and ugly walls.

"It must be that the thick fog has confused your eyes, so that you can't find the way to the custom museum."

"Maybe." Vincent approached Mir and said, "Mr. Edward, let me think about it."

Mir pointed forward and said: "Let's go over there. I hate the smell here."

About ten minutes passed. During these ten minutes, Vincent went through his mind about where he visited friends last year, where he ate and had fun, and where he visited.

"Mr. Edward, I thought of it, the custom museum has been moved to another location."

Vincent stood on Bourbon Street and said: "On the street next door, I remembered that they moved underground, and there was a beautiful girl there who said they were going to build an underground palace."

"I hope you're in the right place this time."

Mir followed Vincent all the way. Thin thick fog fell silently over the entire city. Mir could not see the endless stream of pedestrians. He could only see the people walking on the street in an extremely hurry.

The white mist softly hit Mil's face, which reminded him of Alina, caressing her face with her gentle hands.

He slowly walked forward with his head lowered. He didn't want Alina to know about going to the custom museum. If she knew about it, not only would Alina angrily complain to Mary, but it was even more likely that this matter would spread throughout New Zealand.

French Quarter of Orleans.

"I found it, Mr. Edward, the door is here." Vincent said extremely excitedly.

Vincent's words seemed to be heard by everyone on the street, causing them to look at Mir and Vincent one after another.

Mir immediately found a corner to hide, and his appearance was obscured by the white mist.

Because most people in the French Quarter knew Mill, after all, this was not an aboveboard investigation, and he could only investigate it secretly.

Vincent suddenly couldn't find Mir. He called Mir's name and said, "Mr. Edward, where are you?"

"Vinson, shut up! Don't call my name!" Mir cursed: "Damn it! Stupid guy."

Vincent opened the door of the custom hall and said: "The door is here, sir."

Mir didn't expect Vincent to be so smart at all. However, the sound of "Sir" seemed to attract more people to the entrance of the custom hall.

Mir stared at Vincent helplessly and said, "Don't call me sir."

Mir quickly followed Vincent into the custom hall. The lights inside were extremely dim. He could not see the specific appearance of the underground palace. He could vaguely see several French men dancing with girls in the ballroom area, but

Their hands were touching various parts of the girls' bodies unscrupulously.

He lowered his head and continued to follow Vincent. They came to a long and slender corridor. On the side of the corridor wall were many colored oil lamps, illuminating the small rooms on both sides of the corridor.

In front of the corridor, there were two women walking slowly forward. Vincent saw them and said, "Look! Their butts are so big. They seem different from the women I saw before, especially their figures."

"

"Really?" Mir asked after looking at it.

"Yes, it looks like they are new here." Vincent said in disbelief: "I have never seen such an attractive figure, but I don't know what their level is."

"That's enough! Vincent."

Mir didn't want to hear too much from Vincent's description. He carefully observed the enchanting figures of the two women Vincent mentioned. They were just like the ghost in the port of New Orleans. They had exactly the same figure, but he had never seen that ghost before.

Look.

Mir thought that the ghost should be someone who died from the custom hall, or that there had been a murder here. Otherwise, how could they open the door in another place.

He even felt that there seemed to be some kind of secret hidden in this custom museum. The dim lights in the room seemed to reveal depression, darkness and death.

Mir saw a black woman coming out of the third room and standing opposite Vincent and Mir. She looked at Vincent with flattering eyes and tried to please Vincent.

The woman stuck out her big butt and tried to provoke Vincent and said, "Welcome, my man is still in the room, so I can't go with you, you can go find other girls."

Mir smelled the scent of the woman's perfume, which was almost the same as the scent of Mir's room in Ian's room. Mir was very shocked.

He observed the woman and said, "Wow! You are so beautiful, and the smell of you is so attractive to me."

"Really? I also like this smell very much. Its smell fascinates me, even makes me excited." The woman received Mir's praise and she said happily.

"I want to know where you bought the perfume?" Mir asked.

"Well...I'm very sorry, handsome man, but I can't tell you, this is a secret between me and my friends." She said gently putting her black hair behind her strong shoulders with her hands.

"Well, if there is a chance, I will invite you to sit somewhere." Mir said goodbye to the woman.

The woman kissed Vincent on the cheek and left the corridor in a hurry, but the smell of perfume continued to surround Vincent and Mir.

Mir asked in a low voice: "Vinson, do you smell it? It's this perfume."

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Edward, I still don't smell it." Vincent wiped his cheek with his hand and said, "I smell her lipstick."

The extremely strong smell made Mil feel weird. He was wondering, are all the people who have smelled the perfume dead?

Mir looked back at the woman's disappearing figure. He felt that the woman might become the ghost's next target, and he immediately rushed forward.

He wanted to call the woman, but unexpectedly, the woman disappeared quietly into the corridor.

Mir called Vincent and asked him to look for traces of the woman. When Mir came to the ballroom area, the woman unknowingly appeared in the corner of the corridor again.

Vincent saw the woman and shouted to Mir: "She's here."

At this time, a strange-looking man walked out from the corner of the corridor. He had never seen such a strange person in the French Quarter.


Chapter completed!