Mir sat very quietly on the edge of the bed, observing the raindrops hitting the window, and he pondered hard.

He just started having a dream, dreaming that the disappeared Ian came back. Ian was walking on Bourbon Street, and the people of New Orleans were all amazed.

This was almost as expected. Amos Stoddard really came from the Governor's Mansion, Louis Chris and his police officers, and Cavendish Adrian and his followers,

Almost all of them appeared here at the same time.

Especially Walter Rue and several of his men, they laughed at Mir, laughed at Chris, and laughed at Amos.

It is completely unbelievable to Chris and Adrian that the deceased in the murder case can miraculously come back to life.

But Walter Lu found this scene extremely funny. He was waiting to see the jokes of these people and looked up at everything here with an arrogant face.

His dreams were always intermittent. Last night, he dreamed that Ian was taken away by a strange guy one second before Paulina took action.

This strange guy is none other than Lacurilla Carmen, and she even took Paulina away from the room.

Later, he went to the Customs Museum to talk to Lacurilla Carmen and prevent Lacurilla Carmen's next conspiracy in New Orleans.

But Lacurilla Carmen directly rejected her, and injured herself, lying dying in the open space of the custom hall.

Before he died, he saw Clara, Lisa, and Laura walking out from around the corner one after another, and all the people he had seen in the hotel, all came to him and smiled sinisterly at him.

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When Lacurilla Carmen was about to get rid of himself, he was suddenly awakened, and the depression hidden in his heart quietly began to attack.

His emotions and thoughts slowly fell into pessimism and despair. He hated the current world, hated the rainy season, and even hated everything here, including himself.

He was helpless about the real culprit of the murder, and now he didn't know who to believe. He felt that the people in New Orleans had an indescribable weirdness.

They are like puppets controlled by someone, or they are not living people at all, they are cold corpses.

Even though they were walking on Bourbon Street and couldn't see any clues or anything unusual, he still had doubts.

He jumped out of bed, without shoes or clothes, and leaned against the corner in front of the stairs with his bare body and bare feet. He was in a daze there, not knowing what he was thinking in his mind.

Then he put one hand on the handrail of the stairs and gradually laughed strangely from his extremely sad mood. The laughter was extremely terrifying.

Staring at the stairs with dull eyes, he was thinking at the moment, how great it would be if he fell from here. Anyway, he would die sooner or later, so why not fall from here now.

"Who are you? How did you break into my house?" Mir looked at the first floor and said, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Mir took a step forward. The soles of his feet were in the air, but his heels were firmly planted on the stairs. If he was not careful, he would fall down.

The shadow on the first floor looked up at Mir with a smile, then twisted his Miaoman body and stood at the steps of the first floor.

"Come down quickly, we're just one step away." Shadow said expressionlessly.

Mir tilted his head and said, "Am I ready yet?"

"Um...do you need my help?" Shadow asked sinisterly.

When Mir hesitated, the stairs suddenly made a banging sound, and he tumbled down the stairs without warning.

Since the stairs were relatively steep, his head hit the rough floor directly, making a dull thud. His body turned over, arching his waist and sticking his butt out, which was like an alternative yoga movement.

He gasped heavily and looked at the back upstairs, still smiling at the corner of his mouth. He did not feel any pain, but felt very stimulated.

The shadow stood upstairs for a moment, then turned into a ball of black smoke and disappeared completely into the house.

Mir tried hard to support his body with both hands and tried to stand up, but he couldn't use any strength in his body.

He felt that death was coming, and thought that the shadow was the God of Death, coming to help him fall into the abyss.

He wanted to thank him, but couldn't understand why the shadow wanted to leave the house. He wanted to try this exciting feeling again.

After a while, he heard a knock on the door, and the voice outside the door shouted Mir's name, and he recognized it as Martin's voice.

He couldn't stand up now, nor could he make any response. He didn't want to talk to Martin, let alone anyone else.

He wanted to sleep a little now. The fall just now made him very tired. He didn't want to change any position or move because he felt extremely comfortable and it was a good opportunity to sleep.

The knocking on the door kept ringing, and the shaking feeling was very similar to Ian's knocking on the door before.

Mir squinted one eye and saw the black dust falling freely from the ceiling with the other eye. For him, the color black has now changed from disgust to love.
Chapter completed!