America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 106 The Writer's Story and a Past Event

"biography?"

Chen Jianqiu smiled.

"Yes, to be precise, it is a novel based on your experience. I think it must be legendary." The writer added.

Chen Jianqiu smiled and shook his head.

His experience before time travel is insignificant, and his ordinary life 100 years later, if he really described that world to Mark Twain, then the title of "Father of Science Fiction" may not belong to Verne .

After the time travel, he only had the memory of these few short months, and the memories beyond that were still fragmented so far.

"I lost my memory, I will tell you when I remember it." Chen Jianqiu smiled and waved to Mark Twain.

At first, Mark Twain thought that Chen Jianqiu was out of the low-key and self-effacing nature of the Chinese, and just wanted to say something.

"What are you talking about?"

Holding a bottle in his hand, Adam staggered over from behind, leaning on a chair. He glanced at Chen Jianqiu sleepily, then at the writer, and sat down on the seat behind the black man.

"Great writer, why don't you write down this person's experience first." The black man pointed to Adam behind him, "He is a living 'legend', he... ouch~~"

The black man suddenly screamed, his ribs were "inadvertently" gouged by Chen Jianqiu, and the pain pierced his heart.

Mark Twain suddenly realized that the people in front of him might not be "good people", so he hurriedly said:
"Sorry, sir, I really didn't intend to find out your identities, it's just out of a writer's instinct to collect materials. I've been listening to all kinds of stories along the way."

"It's okay, it's okay, we are just a group of poor people who came to the west to survive." Chen Jianqiu looked kindly, "It's a long journey, and it's definitely okay for everyone to chat."

The heart raised by the writer is put down again.

This young man in his 20s has a sunny smile, like the sunshine in Southern California.

"Oh, would you mind telling us the stories you heard on the trip?" Adam suddenly came over to speak, reeking of alcohol.

"Yeah, it looks like this train won't move for a while, tell us about it." Chen Jianqiu glanced out the window

Black smoke was still rising from the bombed-out railway in front of the locomotive; the men in yellow cowboy hats went to the luxury carriages behind, sporadic gunshots sounded, and it seemed that they were being fired; the passengers who were forced to get off the train They are still at a loss,
But these have nothing to do with him.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the audience, Mark Twain opened the notebook in his hand.

"That's a story I heard in Albuquerque."

"Ten years ago, Albuquerque was a lawless place, a paradise for all kinds of villains, villains, murderers, robbers and thieves."

"It's the same now." Xiao En added, but then he got another elbow from Chen Jianqiu.

"It is very impolite to interrupt rudely when others are telling stories." Chen Jianqiu educated the black people.

The writer went on:

"Colonel Hilde arrived here first. After retiring from the army, he set foot in many industries in Albuquerque. With his ruthless methods and shrewd mind, he quickly became the overlord of one side."

"He won the support of the rulers of Santa Fe, and he was even more domineering and arrogant."

"He occupied the local fur and firewood markets. The merchants carefully operated under the order he appointed. As long as they disobeyed him slightly, they would be expelled from Albuquerque. Appeared in the wilderness outside the town, eaten by hungry wolves."

"But this caused dissatisfaction among some local people, so a man named Albert Jones formed a gang."

"This man named Albert is a local hero, and his gang has been protecting those who were hurt by Hilde."

"This touched Hilde's interests, and there was constant friction between the two sides."

"Until one day, Albert was ambushed on his way back from Santa Fe and died on a farm."

"His younger brother, Cornell Jones, told the local law enforcement officer, Sheriff Bill. But instead of seeking justice from Hilde for him, Sheriff Bill arrested the Jones gang. people."

"Cornell knew that the sheriff had been completely bought, so he officially declared war on Hilde and the sheriff. They used the same method to ambush these two people in one night."

"But Hilde's side has a large number of people. Not only were they not defeated by the ambush, but they launched a counterattack."

"Cornell was beaten back steadily, but at this time, one of his men stood up. He is a sharpshooter. It is said that the time to draw a gun is only 0.3 seconds. He can kill everything in front of him in one second. people."

"He stood up and killed Hilde, and Cornell also killed the corrupt sheriff."

"That person is the later famous 'Death' Adam Granger."

It was very quiet in the carriage, no one spoke.

The man in the story is leaning back on the chair, drinking the wine from the bottle in his hand, his eyes are calm.

"Then what happened afterwards?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Later? Then they escaped from Albuquerque and have been active in New Mexico. Cornell inherited his brother's behest, and he was doing chivalry everywhere. They fought against the Mexicans and dealt with the Indians. The Jones gang also became more and more powerful. Bigger."

"But for some unknown reason, they finally chose to rob the bank in Santa Fe. For some unknown reason, Pinkerton's detectives had already set up an ambush there."

"In that battle, except for Adam who escaped, everyone else was killed or captured, and Cornell also died on the gallows in Santa Fe."

After Mark Twain's story was finished, he talked about it, and he was immersed in the story.

"Do you know Adam Granger?" Chen Jianqiu asked suddenly.

The writer shook his head: "He has been offered a reward and disappeared for many years, but I heard that he appeared in Montrose and Denver some time ago. I haven't seen his reward order. If I'm lucky, I'll definitely check it out."

He felt a little unfinished, looked back at the drunk who was still drinking, and asked him suddenly: "What do you think of this story, sir."

Adam didn't seem to have much interest in the story, he stood up slowly:

"It's not good, Mr. Writer. The Jones Brothers are not heroes. They are just two local businessmen. Hilde has business conflicts with them. It's just a dog-eat-dog relationship between two groups of villains."

"As for that Adam, he is not a magical person. His gun is very accurate and fast, but he is helpless when facing dozens of heavily armed gunmen. Hilde drowned after falling into the water. As for the sheriff, he was shot to death randomly."

"How do you know, sir?" The writer's mouth was wide open. There were too many things that shocked him today.

Adam took a sip of his drink and patted the writer on the shoulder
"Reality is more exciting than stories, but also crueler than stories. People are more willing to believe what they want to believe, so there are so-called 'legends'."

He turned around and went back to the back of the carriage without saying a word.

And Chen Jianqiu, looking at Adam's back, fell into deep thought.

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