"Oh! My God!" Mir exclaimed in disbelief.

This means that Cara really saw the ghost, and in order to hide the truest secret, it brutally killed Cara.

Mir could even imagine that the ghost used some of the craziest methods against Cara, hiding in her room at all costs, killing her before she was aware of it, and then devouring her soul, or taking her soul away.

Another clue was cut off without warning, and Mir was pacing around the ballroom area in a state of panic.

At the same time, in Mill's imagination, he made some assumptions related to the ghost. If Clark knew this ghost, then there is no doubt that the identity of the ghost must not come from New Orleans, let alone Santos.

Mink.

"Miss Lisa, where are you from?" Mir stopped and asked.

Lisa lowered her head and said, "Sir, I'm from the Ivory Coast."

Mir was a little unfamiliar with this location. He didn't know where the Ivory Coast was. He continued to ask: "Is Carat the same as you?"

"Yes, sir." Lisa nodded.

Mir was now certain that the ghost also came from the Ivory Coast, but why she wanted to kill her fellow countrymen, Mir hesitated for a long time.

He set his sights on Lisa and felt that she would become very dangerous in the future. He didn't care who the ghost hated, let alone the murder purpose of the ghost. He could only use Lisa as an indirect witness related to the case.

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"Boss, can you fire her?" Mill said.

"What? Did I hear you right? Sir?" The boss thought that Mir's question was a bit too wild. He said: "I don't have any other better maid here. Lisa's hands and feet are quite nimble. That's it."

Where do you want me to find someone who is hardworking and willing to work? I spent a lot of money on her."

"No, sir, I don't want to be fired. The hotel job is my only source of income." Lisa refused.

Mir understood that Lisa was bought by the hotel owner at the slave market and was not hired at will. On the surface, Lisa was the boss's maid. In fact, Lisa was probably bought by the boss to be his mistress.

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But the boss didn't mention the carat, which meant that the carat was not bought by the boss, or he deliberately avoided it. In order to prove his judgment, he then asked: "Boss, how was the carat job?"

"It's very good, especially her tight and big ass..." The boss realized that he had said something wrong, and he corrected him: "She works ten times harder than Lisa."

"Thank you." Mir said to Lisa: "Miss Lisa, don't forget your address."

Mil came to a clear conclusion. He needed to find a way to ensure Lisa's safety. He would never send Walter Lu and the others to handle this matter.

He believed that Lisa and Clara should live in the same place and did not stay too much in the ballroom area. He thanked the boss for the hospitality and hurried upstairs.

Tonight, Mir tried to go to Lisa's residence with Martin, firstly to protect Lisa, and secondly to investigate whether the ghost had left traces in the house where Clara lived.

As long as the boss doesn't stay by Lisa's side, Mir will tell more unknown things from Lisa's mouth.

Mir now needs Chris's help. There is not enough manpower. Not only are Walter Ru and the others incompetent, but they also don't believe in the existence of ghosts. He is worried that one day, when Walter Ru is sleeping, the ghost will directly take him away.

his soul.

Mir stood by the third-floor window, watching and thinking. At this time, it started to rain outside, and it was raining heavily.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the storm swept over everything on the ground, beating them wantonly. There were eerie whining sounds from the corners and windows outside the hotel.

Like raindrops as big as stones, they hit the glass violently, crisp and dull, gradually blurring the view outside the window, and he could not see the carriages and pedestrians in the distance.

Mir sighed deeply. The nasty weather made his heart feel uncomfortable. He leaned against the window, lowered his head slightly, and observed the people in the dim corridor.

There was smoke in front of them. They were smoking cigars and holding beautiful girls in their arms, and walked into the same room.

Mir closed his eyes and smelled the smell emanating from the strangers. In order to determine the identities of the girls, he used his keen sense of smell to investigate them one by one.

He almost choked on the body odor of a certain woman. Mir immediately opened his eyes and coughed twice.

Mir stood at the door of room 320 and knocked. The person who opened the door was Martin. Then he entered the room. He did not see Ruili in the room.

He asked Martin: "Where did Miss Ruili go?"

"She's resting next door, sir," said Martin.

When Martin closed the door, an extremely secret wind blew by. She quickly passed through the smoke in front of the corridor and ran downstairs. However, the smoke turned into her afterimage, stayed for a moment, and dissipated instantly.

Mir leaned on the sofa very tiredly and said: "Martin, let's go to a place tonight."

"It's raining outside, sir," Martin said, looking out the window.

"I know." Mir said, "Although I hate rain, it can't stop me from investigating."

Martin felt that a rainy night was not an opportunity to investigate the case, and ghosts would not appear in such spooky weather.

He looked out the window from a distance. On such a stormy night, drinking wine and watching the laughter of beautiful women was the best choice.

Suddenly, the sky suddenly brightened, and there was a deafening thunder. It was hidden in the dark clouds, looking for targets to attack.

Martin smacked his lips timidly and said, "Sir, do you really want to go?"

"Of course, I have already decided."

Mir was not sleepy at all. He was always thinking about Lisa and Clara. Walter Rue and the others would not come to the hotel, and Chris would not come. They would enjoy themselves even more on a rainy day.

"I think Vincent can do the job, sir." Martin said, "Miss Ruili can do the job too. She can go with us."

"She and Vincent have other tasks." Mir said.

Martin pointed out the window and said, "They're not coming, sir."

Mir understood what Martin meant. There might be no one in the ballroom area of ​​the hotel. With Vincent staying there, he could at least ensure Lisa's safety.

As for the tavern area on the second floor, he couldn't be sure. When he went upstairs just now, he had already seen a few drunkards lying on the ground. He was worried that they would still get up late at night looking for drinks.

The hotel owner is even less likely to kick them out. If they let them drink fine wine, the hotel owner can make more money.

"You go find two raincoats first, Martin." Mir looked at his pocket watch and said, "We'll leave later."

"Okay, sir." Martin said, "We can wait until the rain subsides before setting off."


Chapter completed!