"Who is he?" Mir looked at Kevin and asked.

Kevin spread his hands and said, "I don't know. I've never seen him here before. I have no idea how he got here."

"I think he must have been there last night, or late at night, when he could barely see his hands and fingers. My colleagues and I casually found a place to rest on the right side of the port." Kevin glanced at the guy not far away and said.

: "Since the day before yesterday, no one is allowed to come here to board the ship. This is the order of Inspector Louis, because the murderer may sneak into the French aristocracy from the port."

After Mill told Chris to blockade the entire New Orleans port and Omar was captured, he had not had time to issue an order to the police department to open the place.

Mir had already thought about how Chris persuaded the French nobles. If he used a tough attitude to prevent them from boarding the ship, Chris would offend them, and at least he would be blamed by his superiors at the French District Police Station. Although Chris

Reese is also a member of the French aristocracy, and Chris does not want to embarrass his father, including the whole family.

Among the nobles returning to France, there must be people who are familiar with Chris, and some of their nobles are even one level higher than Chris's family.

"Yes, I know about this, and I told Detective Louis too." Mill said, "I just want to know where he came from."

"I have no idea, we all fell asleep there late at night." Kevin pointed to the other end and said: "It was very cold last night. We spent a lot of time looking for a lot of firewood to light them up."

Mir looked far away in the direction Kevin was pointing: "Is it so quiet yesterday and today?"

"Yes, but yesterday you could only hear the sound of the rising tide before evening, and then it would become very quiet." He said: "When we were talking in a low voice, we could vaguely feel that the sound was very loud."

Mil suddenly understood that the ghost he had seen before was hiding near the port of New Orleans. The only thing he could be sure of now was that there was a dead body or a very inconspicuous house nearby.

"We should ask him. Maybe he will know something."

Matilda didn't want to let Mir take risks: "Mil, you'd better stay here. We are not sure what kind of person he is and whether he has weapons in his hands or on his body."

"Don't worry, Matilda, nothing will happen to me." Mill knew that Matilda was worried about her. After all, there was someone from the police station here: "There is Kevin here. I don't think he will go to the police station."

I'll take action."

"Actually, judging from the appearance of that man, he should be a sailor." Mir judged: "Although from the first glance, he looked like a scavenger or a homeless man, but from my point of view, he should be in

People who have lived at sea for a long time.”

"Really?" Matilda asked in disbelief.

"Of course." Mir replied: "He sat there motionless, as if he was watching things and thinking about people."

"Kevin, you have to stay by Matilda's side to protect her safety." Mir ordered: "Don't follow me, as this will make him unsuspecting."

Mir saw Matilda nod, and then Mir put his hand on the flintlock on his waist.

When Mir was about to leave, he looked at Matilda's clothes and said: "Matilda, after a while, mosquitoes will be very rampant, and you need to change into clothes that can be wrapped tightly."

Matilda lowered her head slightly and looked at her skirt that was caught on the tree trunk and said, "I will, Mil."

Mir did not step very lightly, so that the person sitting in the boat could hear someone coming.

When there was a few feet between Mir and the man, the man immediately turned his head and stared at Mir, with a trace of ferocity in his eyes.

"Hey! Who are you?"

Mir saw that the man's eyebrows and beard were extremely long, and their color was consistent with his hair. He looked like a primitive man coming out of the wilderness: "I was just walking around casually."

The man then asked: "How did you know this place?"

"I'm here to catch the murderer." Mir stopped moving forward, and the five fingers of his right hand quietly passed from the edge of his clothes to his waist: "I accidentally broke into your territory, I'm very sorry, I didn't

Does it disturb your thoughts?"

The man was surprised and looked at Mir carefully. At the same time, he saw Mir's hand touching the flintlock: "Are you from the French District Police Department?"

"No, I'm not, but my relationship with Inspector Louis is very good."

"So you are a federal detective?"

"That's right." Mir said perfunctorily.

The man said in a cold tone: "There is no murderer you are looking for, there is only one person."

"The abandoned boat cannot sail." The man pointed to the oar and said: "If you go to find the murderer elsewhere, you should pass through the dock."

"Are you a sailor here?"

"Yes, just like this ship, abandoned sailor."

"Really?" Mir felt that he was hiding something in his words: "Are you scavenging here?"

"Yes, gray kites are my food." He nodded.

"You've eaten them all, what are you going to eat now? Something from the sea?"

"Occasionally, I eat various kinds of sea food. They are more delicious than gray kites, especially soup."

Mir asked: "Do you live near here?"

"Yes, in a dilapidated wooden house, some distance from the port, in an inconspicuous corner of the square."

"Can we talk?"

The man's tone did not change at all, it was still indifferent: "Yes, what do you want to talk about?"

"Do you know Aibis wine?" Mir thought he should have seen it, or maybe he had heard of it.

"Aibis?" The man was silent for a moment: "Well... what does it look like?"

"Emerald green." Mir pointed to the oak leaves behind: "That color."

"I've seen it." He said: "It looks expensive, but I don't have money to taste it."

"I want to know where Aibis was shipped from."

"You should ask the liquor sellers, not me, Mr. Inspector."

"Yes, if I could find them, I wouldn't come here looking for hope." Mir hoped that he could tell some information about wine.

The man sighed: "There is no hope here anymore. It is best to escape from this sea to have some hope."

"It can be seen that your relatives must have had some kind of accident at sea. You are here to see them to satisfy your last comfort." Mir took a step forward: "They should be looking down at God.

Because of your embarrassing life and your pessimistic state, otherwise you would not come here to stay and miss me."

"What do you want to tell me?"

"I also miss her. She just left this endless sea and will never come back."

The man saw only disappointment in Mir's eyes, rather than pessimism. He asked curiously: "Where did she go?"

"France, a very far away place." Mill replied.

The distance between Mir and him was very close, and he could clearly see his face, which looked like the land in New Orleans after the rain. It was full of holes, more like the traces left by the ravages of time.

His fingernails and toenails were almost never trimmed after his decadence, and there were a few holes in the dark linen-colored coat in front of him.

Mir observed his hands closely and carefully. The colors of his left and right hands were not very consistent. The right hand was closer to his skin color than the left hand, and the color was close to the color of the abandoned ship.

There are several obvious scars on the back of his left hand. I don't know what they are or what animals left them.

The man slowly turned around and faced the sea and said: "France, I went there once a long time ago, and she died on the way back."

"What did you encounter?"

"storm."

The man paused: "My wife did not live a very good life in France. At that time, I was working as a sailor in New Orleans. Right here, she sent me a letter and asked me to pick her up and go home."

Then something unexpected happened."

Mir said: "Your wife must be beautiful."

"Yes, she is extremely beautiful. Not only does she have French aristocratic blood, but she also has a bit of two other blood types, because her mother is of mixed blood."

"Her mother is a mistress of a French aristocratic man. She is the child of a mistress. She is not favored by the aristocracy and often receives some kind of neglect." He said: "She said in the letter that if she has my child,

If it’s a daughter, try to be a princess of the French nobility; if it’s a boy, let him join the army.”

Mir listened to his story and sighed: "This is so unfortunate! I sympathize with your experience!"

"Thank you." His attitude changed: "But I always feel that it was not an accident. I have been thinking about this issue over the years."

"No one can control the weather, including storms." Mill thought he was suffering from severe delusion.

"Do you believe there are wizards in this world?"

"I believe it, I've never seen it before."

He suddenly said excitedly: "No, I have seen it in France. Another mistress of her father is a wizard. Although I don't have any evidence to prove it, my wife told me. At least I can believe that she will not lie.

"

Mir couldn't imagine that the wizard he mentioned could control everything in the world.

"Where is the other mistress from?"

"I heard from my wife that she is an Eskimo. She is also of mixed race, with Indian ancestry."

Mir was stunned.

"She is in France?" Mir asked after a moment of pause.

The man said: "She died too, after my wife died."

"Who told you?"

"It's a letter from France. My wife's father sent it. He said very briefly in the letter, only two sentences."

Mir thought about the general meaning of the two sentences in the letter. The first sentence was to tell him that the woman with whom his wife had not dealt with was dead, and the second sentence should be to tell him to never come to France.

Mill just hopes to find a woman named Mary Waller as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!