Mir and Matilda got on the carriage and left the residential area. Karl left here before them.

"Mil, what are we looking for at the port of New Orleans?"

"I want to know where Aibis was transported here."

Matilda said: "Mir, there may not be any clues there. I think they will leave, and they may even make the trip in vain."

"No, Matilda, maybe I will find some other clues there." Mill insisted on going.

Mill was thinking of going to the port of New Orleans during the day. If it was at night, he might think that the scene would be similar to that night, and Matilda would be scared to death.

Mill did not hear Matilda's response: "Matilda, we'd better hurry up and try to come back before evening."

"Why?"

"There are unclean things, can you understand?"

Matilda shook her head and said, "I don't understand. You can tell me in detail."

"Oh, no, I don't want to tell you such a thing, let alone tell you."

"Is it a ghost?" she asked suddenly.

Mir hesitated for a moment, shrugged and said, "Yes, it's a ghost. Do you know it?"

"I have heard residents talk about this in France, but I have never seen it." Matilda asked curiously: "Have you seen it? Mil, what does it look like?"

"It's not pretty at all. Although I've only seen the background, I have no idea what its proof looks like."

Mir continued: "By the way, Chris has seen it too, and seems to have seen what it looks like."

"Yeah?"

"Of course." Mir recalled: "It was very dark, standing alone under the dim light. It didn't wear any clothes." Mir said while gesturing: "Its butt is so big, and its golden hair is also very big.

Long, as if it were a woman."

"During the day, I'm not sure whether it will still appear. I remember that I saw it at night when your brother and I went to see Alina off. We were on the deck of the ship at that time." Mir said: "At night.

The night light is extremely bright, and when it hits its body, it emits a strange light. Its back is extremely slender, and as straight as a wall, close to the smoothness of a flat surface, and the skin on its body is as smooth as a wall.

Brighter than the moonlight, the white color of the clouds in the sky."

"Wow, I think she should be an extremely beautiful ghost." Matilda exclaimed.

Mill advised her: "Matilda, you must not feel this way. I don't know if she will do anything else in New Orleans."

"Are you the murderer?" Matilda raised her head and looked at the top of the carriage, blinking and said.

"It's hard to say. Fortunately, the murderer was not a ghost, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to do anything to her." Mir looked at Matilda's beauty and said, "Actually, this murder is all because of you.

I started to investigate because of my brother. If it hadn’t been for his ridiculous conclusion, it might not have been my turn to investigate.”

"I heard." Matilda looked into Mil's eyes and found that the envy in his eyes was gone: "My brother occasionally talks about the case."

"What?" Mir asked in surprise: "Does he want you to participate?"

"No, he just wants me to know you better."

Mir understood Chris's intention and let Matilda successfully entangle him in order to give his father a good reply. There must be letters exchanged between Chris and his father, and he wanted to find time to go there in person.

Ask Chris.

"We're almost there." Mir turned sideways and looked out the window at several French District police officers guarding the road.

After a while, the carriage changed from fast to slow, and gradually stopped near the port.

"Why did it stop outside the port?" Mir was extremely surprised.

He told Matilda that he wanted to get out of the car and see the situation.

"Why did the carriage stop?" Mir asked as he opened the carriage door.

The driver replied: "Sir, someone from the police station stopped us. We can't pass in front of us."

Mill walked slowly towards the guy who intercepted the coachman. The policeman raised his head proudly and held a flintlock gun in front of him with his thick arms. Mill felt that he looked very much like Walter Rue.

"Sir, I don't care who you are, you can't pass through here." He said arrogantly.

"Are you from Inspector Louis?" Mir stood opposite the man, almost half a head taller than him.

The man heard Mir say the title of Detective Louis and said bluntly: "The murderer of the murder is said to be nearby. This is the order given to us by the chief. We need to stay here."

Mir stared at the man's crimson hair and shouted: "Hey! Please answer my words."

"I'm not Inspector Louis's man."

Mir nodded: "Very good, then you should be from Walter Lu. You are his subordinate. We have met before, and I remember you."

"Really? I have no impression at all."

"In Room 320 of the New Orleans Hotel, Walter Rue and Inspector Louis were arguing, and I was right next to them."

The man looked at Mir in horror: "Are you Detective Edward?"

"Yes."

"Didn't you go investigate the murderer?"

"I'm here to catch the murderer."

The man touched his chin and continued to kiss Mil: "You can't even go in."

"Why?" Mir asked in confusion.

"The chief has told us that Detective Edward must not come here." The man said, "I feel like you are the murderer."

"Do you want to taste what it's like to return to France in disgrace? Walter Roux is going to get out soon, and I think you will too." Mir said contemptuously: "I have caught the murderer of the murder, your chief Walter

Lu is in the police station, watching Inspector Louis interrogate Omar."

"No, it's impossible." The man looked at his colleagues next to him: "Sir, you won't leave us alone."

"You can go back to the police station and ask."

Matilda vaguely heard that Mill had some unpleasantness with the policemen of the French District, so she simply got out of the car to help him, at least her status allowed the carriage to pass.

"Mir, what happened?"

"Oh, we can't get in, Matilda."

"M...Ms. Matilda." The man saw a beautiful girl quietly appearing behind Mir. He turned his head and observed carefully. Matilda's appearance and identity brought to him

Great fear, so he panicked.

"You recognize me?"

"Yes, near the police station."

Matilda's eyes did not fall on him, but glanced at Mir: "You should know who I am, and you should know who he is."

The man bowed deeply towards Matilda: "Dear Miss Matilda, I followed the order of Chief Ward Lu."

"Yes, I don't want to embarrass you. As long as you let the carriage pass, we need to investigate." Matilda said in a gentle tone: "Or you can go in with us. This way, we can ensure that we are investigating the clues.

If you meet your commander, you will have something to say."

"Thank you, Miss Matilda." The man bowed again and said.

"Please tell me your name."

"Miss Matilda, please call me Kevin."

Matilda immediately turned around and looked at Mil: "Let the carriage stop here. You can give him a little more money so that we can have a ride when we go back."

"Kevin, please lead the way."

"Okay, Miss Matilda."

Kevin strode over, gave a few brief instructions to his colleagues, and then took Matilda and Mir into the port of New Orleans.

Matilda looked into the distance. The port of New Orleans was somewhat familiar to her. When she first arrived in New Orleans, she got off the ship at the pier at the front.

"Is there any other berth here? Kevin." Mill wanted to take Matilda away from the second pier.

Kevin said: "There are currently two berths, Mr. Detective Edward."

Then Kevin pointed to the dense woods to the left: "In that direction."

Mir and Matilda looked at the direction of Kevin's finger at the same time.

Mill saw no viable path on the meadow: "There didn't seem to be any route there."

"Yes, that's all that's left except for the berths on the pier, which are abandoned."

"Isn't there anyone going over there and taking a boat out from here?"

Kevin recounted: "Occasionally there will be people playing on the beach. I remember there was only an old boat there, which was enough for the children here to enjoy the boat ride."

"We can go there and have a look, Matilda."

"I seem to be a little interested."

Mir asked as he walked: "Is it the sea?"

"It's a calm sea and an old ship."

"Don't you feel like something is missing here?"

Matilda turned her face sideways and said, "It lacks a bit of noise."

"Yes, the gray kites are gone. I don't know where they went. They seemed to have been driven away by someone." Mir raised his head and looked at the only huge oak trees.

"They look like they have become spirits." Mir felt incredible: "The extremely thick trunks and their branches look like they are fighting, waving weapons in their hands."

"Yes, I also feel a little strange. There are such trees only at this end of the New Orleans port." Matilda stopped immediately, looked forward, and her hands tightly covered Mil's strong buttocks.

arm, and then said softly: "Mir, look."

"Kevin." Mill shouted in a very low voice: "Stop moving forward."

There was a man in ragged clothes in front of him, sitting barefoot on the edge of the dilapidated boat, looking straight ahead at the coast.

Looking from the back, you can see that he is tall and tall, with wet dark brown hair scattered on his shoulders. Many of them are bent and there are some traces of curling.

Mir could determine the gender of that person, but he didn't know what he was doing here, or whether he was waiting for someone to arrive.
Chapter completed!