Vincent was extremely lovable in front of Matilda, and his next series of actions made Matilda giggle.

Despite this, Mill's eyes were still looking out the window. He didn't want to ruin this exchange between Vincent and Matilda.

Although Mill admired Matilda's beauty very much, in his heart, he could not tolerate any other woman except Alina.

He thinks it's time for Vincent to find a girlfriend, and it's best to control his big mouth. He hopes Matilda can do the job.

The carriage drove slowly on another small road, as if a century had passed. Mil looked out the window in another direction in trance.

He saw Chris in a daze in a secret corner near the police station, and next to him stood Walter Rue, who was mumbling incessantly.

They seemed to be talking about some plan, and it was even possible that they would go to the New Orleans Hotel in a while. Mill seemed to have forgotten to make a plan for the guys like Walter Rue.

In order to prevent any accidents from happening to both parties, he immediately sat upright, closed his eyes, and imagined the layout of the construction drawings in his mind.

When Mill opened his eyes, the carriage had stopped at the door of the New Orleans Hotel, and Vincent and Matilda in the car had gone somewhere.

Mir looked out the window. They were chatting happily next to the hotel door. Then Mir looked at the sky. He felt that a storm was coming.

He jumped out of the car and said: "Vinson, you can send Miss Matilda back, it's going to rain soon."

"Okay, sir." Vincent bowed to Matilda and said, "Thank you, Miss Matilda, for accompanying me."

Matilda said to Mir: "It's okay, Mr. Zhu Nie Er, can I come here often?"

"You can come at any time, we are very welcome, as long as Vincent is willing." Mir said.

Vincent said very happily: "Miss Matilda, we are handling the case in Room 301, you can come to me at any time."

Matilda nodded, bid farewell to Mir and Vincent, got into the carriage, leaned against the window, stared at Mir's back and left.

"Vinson, you go wake Martin up, and then you go and have a good rest. You have to keep an eye on the second floor of the hotel late at night," Mir ordered.

"Okay, sir."

After Mir saw Vincent running upstairs in a hurry, he saw the owner of the hotel in front of the counter. He wanted to ask where the owner found the girl, especially the girl who served Ian.

Mir simply straightened his white clothes and asked: "Hello, I am a New Orleans detective. Can I tell you something about the murder case?"

"Of course." The boss shrugged and said, "Inspector Louis told me to fully cooperate with you, dear Mr. Edward."

"I want to know where you invited the girls from?" Mir asked bluntly.

The boss's eyes dodge for a moment. He pulled Mir aside and whispered: "Sir, I didn't want to tell you this at first. Since you asked, I will tell you everything and never hide it. Also, you must not reveal it."

To anyone."

The boss looked around cautiously, took Mir to a seat in the ballroom area, and ordered the maid to bring two cups of coffee.

"I invited them from the custom museum." The boss said: "They were not girls there before. Since I called a voluptuous woman that day, this happened the next morning. The woman looked like

It was as if she had evaporated, and almost no one in the hotel saw her passing by the door."

Mir's feeling was correct, and his guess was even more correct. The woman was indeed a girl from the custom house. He could not identify the specific one because the custom house was filled with the smell of perfume.

Mir thought for a moment and said, "Then do you know what she looks like?"

"It's very beautiful," the boss said simply.

"What are her characteristics?" Mill asked.

"Features...beauty is features, standard beauty, ultimate beauty." the boss replied.

Mill felt extremely helpless when faced with the boss's answer. His answer was not helpful to the case. It was even possible that he and Chris had narrated these words in the same way.

Mir tried to express it as accurately as possible. He hoped that the boss could understand it. He said: "Well...such as skin, hair color, eyes, or accessories on clothes."

"She has no clothes on at all." The boss hesitated and said, "Her hair is golden and her eyes are blue. I didn't pay attention to other features."

Combining the general characteristics described by his boss, Mir recalled the ghost he saw at the stairwell last night. It was very consistent, especially the blue eyes, which were extremely tempting.

However, her beauty was indeed extremely beautiful. On this point, Mir could not deny it. However, Mir did not notice the color of Ghost's hair at all. He was already attracted by Ghost's beauty at that time.

Like the owner of the New Orleans Hotel, he only paid attention to the ghost's handsome face and the curvy figure wearing transparent clothes.

"Boss, who was the first to walk into room 320?" Mir picked up the steaming coffee and took a sip.

"It's another maid, but she was fired. She hasn't come for several days," the boss said.

"What?" Mir exclaimed, "Do you know where she lives?"

Mill thought that the maid might have died, or that she was not dead at all and had fled New Orleans, or that she had found a new job.

He needs to find the address of the maid. If she is really dead, it means that she has met a ghost, otherwise she will never die for no reason.

"Let me ask for you." The boss shouted: "Lisa, Lisa."

A black maid with a big butt came over very quickly. She stretched out her rough palms and wiped them on her colorful apron and said, "Ben, what are your orders?"

"Don't call me Ben, how many times do you want me to say it? Call me boss, or call me husband." The boss yelled sternly.

Lisa swallowed even more: "Sorry... I'm sorry, Ben."

The boss roared: "Please call me sir!!!"

Lisa was reprimanded by her boss and tried hard to hold back her sobs. She said tremblingly: "Yes, Ben, sir."

"You have a very good relationship with Clara. Detective Edward wants her address and wants to visit her," the boss said.

"Yes, sir." She clutched her apron extremely nervously and said, "Mr. Detective, I will be busy with the work at hand later and I will send the address to your room."

"Thank you, Miss Lisa." Mir said, "The room number is 320. Remember to knock on the door three times when you deliver it."

"I...I don't dare to go, Mr. Detective." Lisa said with great fear.

"Why?" Mir asked.

"Because Kara died two days ago." Lisa whispered.


Chapter completed!