Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 35, Lacy's Hut, Photos and Drawings

35,

crescent moon sinks west
It was still a while before dawn, but it was still the darkest hour before the sun came out.

This forest grows so densely, every tree here grows surprisingly well, and the lush branches and leaves cover the sky, as if they can't hide the secrets that belong to this place if they don't grow like this.

A lantern was patrolling back and forth around the edge of the woods. The dim light did not illuminate much of the darkness, but the police badge on the chest of the lantern bearer shone brightly.

Although this police badge has not been worn for a few days, and although he is not used to the change from gangster to policeman, he can't help but lower his head from time to time and caress this small piece of metal.

He didn't know that at the moment he lowered his head, something flew past him.

The black robe and the black pointed mask made him completely blend into the dark woods, so perfectly hidden that even the idiot who just passed by him with a lamp didn't notice it.

But just now, an ax flew out of nowhere and nailed him to the tree with precision.The pain in his chest made his eyes go black. He wanted to shout out, but bloody foam came out of his mouth. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the idiot with the lantern walked farther and farther without noticing. Until that warm light was completely swallowed by darkness.

Two black shadows approached, and Charles grabbed each other's shoulders, pulled out the axe, and when he supported the other's body to the ground, Dai Ping'an had already pointed in another direction.

Looking in the direction of the finger, at first glance it is pitch black, but if you look carefully, you can always find the difference.With a wave of Charles' hand, the two-pound ax flew out in a whirl, and with a "poof", the sharp ax blade slashed into the body of a black-robed man again.

This is where the ax is better than the flying knife. As long as it flies out and hits the torso, Charles has never seen anyone who can make a sound.

The smell of blood spread in the woods, and one after another, as Dai Ping'an pointed out, the black-robed men died under Charles' throwing axe.This is the horror of hiding in the dark. While others can't find you, you can't find others, even if the other party is behind you, holding an ax and quietly looking at you.

When the 'police' with lights circled the forest and came to this place again, the entire forest was completely silent.When Dai Pingan took the lantern from him, he wiped his neck with the Hidden Blade.

Under the dim light, Dai Ping'an's face was extremely ugly.

Just as he thought, he knew what was in Lacy's hut, and the other party also guessed that he knew what was in Lacy's hut, that's why so many men in black robes were left here to guard.

He didn't turn in directly from the main road this time, but took Charles around in a circle and groped into the woods from behind, in order to avoid the feeling of being watched secretly.

But until he entered the woods, until Charles pulled out the ax that was cut into the chest of the last man in black, the feeling of being watched in the dark did not appear, but was replaced by a deep anxiety.

Did you guess wrong?
Is the other party really not here?
Isn't there a trap here?
Dai Pingan, carrying a lamp, walked quickly to the door of Lacy's hut, and kicked open the door.

The sound of the door cracking spread far and wide in the silent woods, but it did not cause any response. It just scared away two crows resting on the treetops.

The empty house can be seen at a glance, the things inside have been emptied, only a few old tableware and a leaky soup pot are thrown on the ground.

Dai Pingan turned his attention to the basement outside the house. The door of the basement was locked by a mechanism, but that couldn't stop Charles' ax at all.The door lock was smashed three times and twice, and as the basement door was lifted, a mass of rancid breath gushed out from inside.

It was like pouring a spoonful of hot stinky tofu soup on a dead mouse that had rotted for more than ten days.

Charles, who was not on guard, was suffocated by the stench inside, and Dai Pingan, who was already wearing a mask, dragged him to the side of the hole.

"Is there anyone in there?" Dai Ping'an shouted inside, pulling out twenty rings by the way.

"Mayor Lacy?"

"Mr. Valentine?"

No one responded in the dark basement, and no bullets flew out, so Dai Pingan took out a stick of dynamite, lit it, and threw it in.

Charles on the side looked dumbfounded.He didn't know what was inside, and he didn't know why he was awakened by Hosea again when he just fell asleep, but he knew that the explosives would explode, but Dai Pingan, who was standing by the entrance of the cave, didn't even have the slightest intention to dodge .

The fuse of the dynamite sparked and burned out quickly.Only then did Dai Pingan walk in with a lantern, picked up the explosives and put them in his pocket.

As he guessed, that photo was taken here.

There are stumps hanging on the wall, remains all over the floor, skull candlesticks under the candles, and seats made of human bones. Even the cameras for taking pictures are set up here, but there are no Dutch and Arthur.

Charles, who followed in, had already vomited into a ball. Even though he had a lot of lives on his hands, this scene, like hell, still broke through the defense line in his heart.Dai Pingan hurriedly let him go out with the camera in his arms. Hosea will manipulate that, and maybe he can find other information.

After Charles's tossing, the smell in the basement became stronger.The thin mask was powerless to stop it, so it could only let the smell swirl into its nostrils.

Dai Pingan simply tore off the mask, resisting the discomfort in his heart, and checked carefully.The unease in his heart became more and more intense. This unease did not come from these fragments of limbs in the basement, but from Dai Ping'an's heart.

This feeling is like locking him with a poisonous snake. He can hear the hiss of the poisonous snake and feel something cold crawling across his feet, but he can't find where the snake's head is hidden.In the next moment, the poisonous snake will bite him on the neck, and what he has to do is to find the key to go out or strangle the poisonous snake seven inches below the head before this moment arrives.

under the remains, no,
Inside the stump, no,
Inside the skull, neither,

Finally, Dai Pingan turned his attention to the chair made of human bones.

The chair is very rough, in the shape of a throne connected by human leg bones and skulls. Judging by the degree of friction indicated by the chair, it seems that people often sit here.The strange thing is that this throne is not facing the entrance of the basement, but is placed in the middle, facing the wall inside.

The walls are covered with photographs of Valentine's shops and properties, from the train station to the police station, from the cemetery to the church, from Kenneth's pub to the Saints Inn, from Downs pasture to Chadwick farm , all places related to Valentine were photographed, developed into photos and pasted on this wall.

Could it be that he was sitting on this human bone chair and looking at these photos?

Holding a lantern, Dai Ping'an looked at the photos carefully, and finally, he found clues in a photo of Lacy's hut.All the photos are neat and tidy, except for this photo of Lacy's hut, a corner is turned up.

Squeeze this corner and pull it lightly, and the photo falls off the wall, and there is obviously something drawn at the place where the photo fell off.Dai Pingan carefully peeled off the photos one by one, finally revealing the picture hidden behind the photos.

It was a hand-drawn sketch of a small town, but it was clearly not Valentine.The small town in the painting is not big, like other ordinary American towns, it also has its own police station, bar, pharmacy, hotel, but it is just this ordinary town, its layout makes Dai Pingan feel inexplicable familiar.

He must have been to this place, but strangely, in his memory, he couldn't find anything related to this small town.

Pulling the lantern closer, Dai Pingan carefully observed the painting, and finally found a line of small characters on the edge of the painting:
“WELCOME TO LINPANY!”

"Welcome to Limpani!"

Small town Limpani?
Limpani?
prison!

Dai Ping'an's finger moved on the picture, and he found the prison next to the police station in the picture, and behind the iron window at the prison entrance, there were two vaguely painted faces.

The next moment, white smoke rose from the position of the two faces, followed by a hissing sound like a poisonous snake.

Dai Pingan threw down the lantern and ran outside.

Charles outside was still fiddling with the camera. Dai Pingan dragged him by the arm and headed into the woods. Just two steps away, an irresistible force came from behind.

"boom!"

Dai Pingan flew up.

(End of this chapter)