"Dear Mr. Edward, please put down your weapons, stay calm, and cooperate with our investigation."

During the confrontation between the two sides, a handsome French man in police uniform jumped out of the second carriage on Bourbon Street. He shouted loudly: "Mr. Edward, please cooperate.

Mir saw his old friend through the gap between the three of them, so he put down the flintlock gun in his hand and put it back where it belonged.

Jacques Bernard also put down the gun in his hand, looked back, and was very shocked. He asked: "Inspector Chris, why are you here?"

"I'm worried that you won't be able to figure it out, and I'm even more worried about the safety of each of you. After all, this is a murder case with no clue, so I need to go there myself."

Inspector Louis Criss stopped moving forward, stood on the steps and politely asked, "Friend, how have you been lately?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Mir said unceremoniously: "For your sake, I can go with you, but I need to fill my stomach first."

"Please."

Chris called the three people at the door and asked them to wait in the carriage, waiting for Mir to appear on time after filling his stomach.

Then Mir closed the iron door warily. He pulled the confused Alina aside and said: "Baby, listen, no matter what happens after I leave, you must go to Father Cavendish.

He will definitely help me."

Mir thought of something else. He continued to give instructions: "They are keeping secret about the murder case. I don't know what happened. In two hours, you come to visit me. I was wrongly accused. Please do it."

Believe me."

Mir didn't wait for Alina's reaction. He hurried to the restaurant to get food, then walked out with a piece of beef and two pieces of ham.

Mil, who was riding in the carriage, leaned on the stiff leather seat and enjoyed the sunbathing brought by the wonderful warm sunshine. He had already thought about how to defend himself.

Chris took Mir to the simple interrogation room. Dim oil lamps were hung in the corners of the room. Mir carefully looked at the dark and damp dungeon. He smelled the smell of death. He seemed to feel that someone had been tortured here.

Fair violence, abuse, even warnings from God and notices of death.

At this time, Mir saw two French police officers with unfamiliar faces walking into the interrogation room. He closed the seemingly airtight iron door and sat lazily on a cold chair.

Mir did not see Chris, and he asked doubtfully: "Officer, where is Detective Louis? I want to see him."

"He doesn't have time now. He's very busy. He has already handed over everything to me. I just need you to answer whatever I ask you." The police officer adjusted his body and prepared himself for an upcoming interrogation. He spoke in a very friendly manner.

Attitude tells mil.

His colleague opened a few pages of thin paper, then picked up a water-filled pen on the wooden table and dipped it into a small black bottle a few times. He was about to be ready to record the testimony narrated by Mill.

"When was your house built? Where did the money come from, and what are your other sources of funding."

Mir didn't know why, but in such a dark and closed room, his eyes seemed to be useless. He couldn't see any faces of the two police officers opposite him, and could only vaguely see two white beards flying above them.

"Well... I hired someone to build the house two years ago. My neighbor Mr. Thabit and my girlfriend Miss Massena can testify for me."

Until now, Mill still doesn't know what kind of murder case occurred. What he is worried about is whether Alina has found Father Cavendish and told him to let him bail her out.

"The source of funds...well...is my friend Ian. He introduced me to a job. You should know his current position. Just find a high-paying job. For him, it is almost

It’s a matter of moving your mouth.”

Mir thought for a while and continued: "I don't have additional sources of funds, that's for the time being."

"Very good, then the questions I'm going to ask you need to stay awake and calm. It's best to think about it carefully before answering me," the police officer said.

Mir nodded in response. He hoped that the police officer could ask any questions directly. At least he wanted to know who died, and he also wanted to know what kind of murder case would involve him.

The officer asked: "Did you know Ian Stoddard was dead?"

"What? Haha, no, officer, stop joking, he won't die, never."

Mir was amused by the serious tone of the police officer. For those who were rescued from the fire, everyone was in good health and there were absolutely no accidents.

"Mr. Edward, I'm not kidding you. I just want to know who you were with last night? Or who can prove it." The police officer's tone this time was more serious than the tone of the previous question.

This question surprised Mill very much. No one could prove it last night. Alina went to her friend's place and her neighbor Mr. Thabit went to Philadelphia on a business trip.

"Officer, can I ask a question?"

"No, please answer my question first." the police officer refused.

"Well, except for the furniture, no one can prove to me that I stayed home last night."

Mir answered every question of the police officer with a smile, but in his heart, a heat wave rolled for a long time. He did not believe that Ian would be taken away by death, and he tried hard to suppress the anger that was about to burst out.

The police officer picked up the recorder's paper, adjusted his hat, stood up and asked: "Have you thought clearly?"

"What's there to think about? It's a fact."

After the two police officers left the interrogation room, Mir collapsed weakly on the ground. He propped his head on the cold floor. He felt that the temperature of the floor was as cold as Ian's body. It was as if the floor was Ian. He wanted to hug Ian.

.

Unfortunately, no matter how much Mil stretched his arms, he could never touch the edge of the floor. He quietly pressed his hot cheeks against the floor and cried bitterly, hoping that Ian could feel his thoughts.

As Mir struggled with pain and sadness, his illness began to flare up. Due to his gender change, he suffered from long-term stress, suffering, and pain, causing him to suffer from severe depression.

In addition, when he came to New Orleans from Mill, his depression was not well controlled and had caused some complications, causing him to become extremely angry and impulsive. At this time, he really wanted to see Alina

, only she can heal.

If Ian really left, then Mir's source of information would disappear and he would no longer be able to find traces of the devil's appearance.

Mill tried his best to support the floor with his hands. He now wanted to bring the news of Ian's death to his father, Amos Stoddard.

Only Ian's father can come forward to save him, or if Ian's father cannot come forward in time, he needs to prove himself that he did not kill anyone.

The first thing he has to do now is to adjust himself, so that when Alina walks into the interrogation room with the priest, only she can deliver a message to the military and political governor Amos Stoddard.

After a long time, the cold iron door finally opened.


Chapter completed!