Mill's words surprised Chris. He could no longer escape Mill's pirate ship.

Facing Matilda Bertie's incident, Chris and Mill were asked to go to that kind of ghost place again. He didn't want to go, it was very dangerous, and he couldn't predict what other mishaps would happen tonight.

"Mil, you make it difficult for me to make a choice." Chris sighed.

"I don't want to either. I'm in urgent need of manpower right now. After Lisa told the story about Carat, I'm still hesitating whether to go to the French Police Station for help." Mir said, "I thought you and Walter Lu would come tonight.

,Unexpectedly, the damn storm appeared.”

In Chris' mind, he was still wandering between Matilda Bertie and whether to go to Lafayette No. 1. However, he heard Mill say the names of two strangers.

He pretended to be curious and asked: "Lisa? Clara? Who are they?"

"Ian died and Clara died the next day. They were both maids in the New Orleans hotel." Mill replied.

"What? I haven't heard of them at all." Chris exclaimed, "Oh my God! The hotel owner never told me about them."

Mir thought of what Lisa said - you are an upright commander, different from those guys.

Mir walked over, then lowered his head and asked with a very serious expression: "Do you know Miss Lisa? Chris."

"Sorry, I don't know." Chris said with a look in his eyes.

Mir saw a hint of nervousness in Chris's eyes, and he said: "Look into my eyes, Chris."

Chris turned his handsome cheek to the window and said: "Don't be like this, Mil, don't you believe me?"

Mir yelled, "You're lying! Chris!"

In the room, the two were silent for a few minutes. Despite this, Mir was always by Chris's side, waiting for Chris to admit the matter.

The fog outside the window gradually became smaller, and the tiny raindrops made a ticking sound, making an extremely soothing music in the silent night.

Mir came to the window and tried to open it. Raindrops, like fine needles, fell lightly on Mir's wrist. He felt the coldness brought by the rain, which made him feel a little sad.

He stared at the scene outside the window, which was full of desolation. There were sewage and mud puddles everywhere, and the dilapidated trees had been stripped of everything by the storm.

Mir seemed to no longer hate the rainy season now. He transferred his disgust to Chris. He looked at the person reflected in the glass and said, "Say it, Chris."

"Okay, Mil." Chris said, "I admit, I know Lisa."

"I don't want to hear this, I want to hear what you are going to do next." Mir continued to stare into Chris's eyes and said.

Chris shook his head and said, "I can't say that, Mil."

"I roughly understand what you mean. I can understand you. Facing Lisa's big butt, she aroused your primitive desires." Mir closed the window.

Immediately afterwards, Mir came to the bedside. He pointed at the sheets and said, "Chris, come here and take a look. What is that?"

Chris looked at Mir in confusion. He moved closer to Mir, and with the dim light of the oil lamp, he saw a clear outline.

Chris took a few steps back in horror and said, "No, is she Lisa? Is she dead?"

Chris didn't believe that Lisa would die. He saw an outline that was consistent with Lisa's figure. He slept with a dead person. If this news got out, he would be laughed at by the people in the police station, even ridiculous.

"I can confirm, Chris, that after Lisa went out, Martin met her and was noticed by me. I killed the ghost." Mir made a very concise statement about what had just happened.

"She's a ghost?" Chris said in surprise. He couldn't imagine Lisa being a ghost.

Mir was very familiar with the smell of Lisa's body. After Lisa told the story of Clara's death, he reminded himself all the time to stay as relaxed as possible.

Lisa and her boss cooperated so carefully, and Mir listened to their stories. Although it was true on the surface and there was no omission, in fact they secretly colluded.

Because Lisa's figure looked so much like a ghost standing in the port of New Orleans, Mill had to associate them together.

Regarding Mir's previous answer to Martin - why didn't Lisa sleep with her? She was going to mark the living people and start murdering them when they were defenseless.

After Lisa left, Mir had noticed it. She eavesdropped at the door. Mir turned the simple question into a more complicated explanation, which at least made Lisa fooled.

The only thing he can do now is to go to Lafayette No. 1 and dig out the bodies of Lisa and Clara.

"Oh my gosh! The outlines are so similar!" Chris exclaimed as he observed the clear outlines on the sheets again.

"However, she is not the real murderer of Ian." Mir said: "Lisa doesn't have that smell on her body."

Kerry had heard about the smell of perfume that Mir had mentioned. He walked forward and smelled a corner of the bed sheets carefully, but he still didn't smell any smell - except the fragrance of the bed sheets.

"What kind of flavor is it?" Chris asked.

Mir shrugged and said, "It's not body odor, and it's not the smell of hallucinogenic perfume."

"By the way, Chris, do you know Ivory Coast?" Mir thought of the place Lisa had mentioned.

Chris scratched his head and said, "I haven't heard of it. You can look for it on the map."

"Get ready to go, Chris."

"Are you sure you want to go to Lafayette One?"

"certainly."

Mir opened the door. He stood at the door and shouted Martin's name. Martin ran out of Vincent's room and said, "Sir, I don't want to go, but Vincent promised me that he will go with you."

"Martin, the hotel is no longer safe for you," Mill shouted.

Martin asked in surprise: "Why? Sir, wasn't the ghost killed by you?"

"Yes, Martin, but you forgot the other one." Mir said with a wicked smile.

"Damn it! I forgot." Martin said, slapping his head hard.

Martin asked Vincent to go back to the room to sleep, and then he would follow Mir and Chris to Lafayette One.

Mir told Martin to put on his raincoat and bring an oil lamp. This time he needed to take a carriage to the residence of Lisa and Clara to investigate first.

They hurriedly went down the stairs and arrived at the first floor of the hotel. Mir glanced at the boss, who was burying his head and not knowing what he was doing at the counter. He ignored him.

They went out, and when Martin raised his head and looked at the slightly brighter sky, he saw a familiar person on the roof of the New Orleans Hotel.

"Sir, is she really dead?" Martin said with his eyes widened.

Chris listened to Martin's absurd expression. He followed Martin's gaze to the roof and exclaimed: "Oh my God! Mir, she is still alive!"


Chapter completed!