In the stillness of the night, the storm gradually subsided, and the wooden door once again made a crisp sound, which seemed to disturb countless raindrops on the windows, and they fell down and landed on the windowsill.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

Mir felt his heart beating steadily and tried to hold his breath, but it was too late. The lights next to the house were turned off at some point.

He looked at the door of the house across Bourbon Street, where white clothes were flying unbridled. He didn't know what Paulina was doing standing at the door.

The window floated slightly, as if someone was deliberately creating a tense atmosphere for himself because he couldn't hear any wind.

After a while, Paulina closed the door and turned around, her sharp white eyes floating on the top of her clothes.

Paulina's skin color was almost the same as the dark night. He could only see the opposite color, which looked like the pale moonlight.

Mir's vision was reflected by the white light, which was extremely dazzling, causing Mir's eyes to be temporarily blinded.

"Damn it! What kind of curse did she cast?" Mir cursed secretly.

Mir was in a daze, so he closed his dry eyes tightly and began to listen to Paulina's footsteps.

Her feet stepped on the soft sand, making an extremely weak sound, creaking... creaking..., and then disappeared again.

A few minutes later, Mir slowly opened his eyes and was sure that Paulina had left, so he continued to pour the wine.

He drank all the rum in the glass in one go, and when Mir turned around and left the kitchen, he burped unknowingly.

He immediately covered his mouth. Due to bone sound conduction, the sound was very loud. Although Paulina was not nearby, he was worried that Paulina would notice it.

He knew that Yaheng had the power of a god, but he was not sure whether Paulina also had the power of a god, or that Paulina's power was far more terrifying than Yaheng.

She just kept it secret. She once told herself not to worry about these things, otherwise her situation would be very dangerous.

Thinking of this, Mir turned around and drank another drink. He needed to be brave at this time.

He had no idea what kind of accident would happen during the following tracking process. He might see Paulina later.

He could even imagine that when he opened the door, Paulina might be standing at the door waiting for him.

What's more, Paulina may have discovered that she was spying on her. In such a dark house with no light source in sight, she may also be spying on her neighbors, especially Mil.

Mir hoped that Paulina would meet someone else somewhere, preferably someone related to the case, even a ghost in the corridor.

Although alcohol can anesthetize nerves and the brain, this does not affect Mill's inference at all. On the contrary, alcohol can make his brain swim around and stimulate his imagination.

Mill believes that having an unbridled imagination is something to be happy about. He feels that this kind of rich imagination is one of the necessary conditions for the best detective.

He drank enough wine and counted the time in his mind. He was now sure that Paulina must be far away from him.

He opened the door gently, took off the large-caliber flintlock gun next to the door, and covered the door. He didn't want the iron door to make a loud closing sound.

Mir tiptoed out of the stone road, stood under the oak tree as fast as he could, leaned sideways, and then stuck his head out to observe the white clothes gradually disappearing in the distance.

He frowned and muttered: "That's the direction to the New Orleans Hotel. Could she be the real murderer?"

Mir followed up with doubts and hurriedly chased after her. He was worried that Paulina would really walk into the New Orleans Hotel.

He no longer cares about avoiding puddles. No matter what stumbling blocks there may be on the road ahead, he is enough to trample them.

Unexpectedly, on Bourbon Street, he passed by a huge puddle, and the sewage had already reached his feet.

He sank deeper and deeper and stood in the middle of the puddle. The water was completely up to his knees. He couldn't understand how Paulina could walk so fast.

His steps became even more sluggish, he lowered his head and cursed under his breath, and when he raised his head, Paulina had disappeared without a trace.

If a third murder occurs in a New Orleans hotel, the detective's title will really be lost.

Even if Amos Stoddard appears in front of everyone and once again expresses his partiality for himself, he may not be able to face the people of New Orleans from now on.

This reminded Mir of the arrogant face of Walter Rue and his subordinates.

He thought that he would definitely receive a letter from Uncle Amos tomorrow, and it was more likely that it would be delayed for a few days.

Before the letter arrived, he needed to solve the case as soon as possible no matter what. At least there was a suspect target. He could pay Uncle Amos a favor and feel better mentally.

After walking out of the puddle, he ran as hard as he could and began to look for Paulina. He hid around the corner, staring at the only light source at the hotel door, and finally saw Paulina.

However, there was another woman opposite her. They were talking to each other. The other woman's expression was extremely serious, and she looked like she was being scolded.

The woman spoke in a language that Mir couldn't understand. Judging from the woman's behavior, she danced around and refuted Paulina's questions about her.

Mr. Thabit had mentioned before that Paulina spoke Creole, and Mill believed that the woman's language was also Creole.

This lasted for more than ten minutes before Paulina left the door of the New Orleans Hotel and walked towards the residential area.

However, the woman's expression looked extremely melancholy, and Mir thought they must have had an unpleasant quarrel.

She lowered her head and stopped in place, glancing at Paulina Bai's back, and moved her mouth slightly a few times.

Then she turned around, and before entering the New Orleans Hotel, Mill saw her face clearly. This person turned out to be Laura.

Mill could not imagine that Laura spoke Creole. She had told herself that she was from the Ivory Coast, and it was obvious that she had lied.

He now suspected that no one in the New Orleans hotel was telling the truth, and his counter-inference was a wise choice.
Chapter completed!