America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 114 Passengers in the Sleeper Car
Shortly after, the train resumed its journey.

The fight that was originally expected in the carriage did not occur.

When the Pinkerton detectives armed with rifles appeared at the entrance of each carriage, the people who were still glaring at each other like fighting cocks instantly regained their calm.

They seem to have returned to the civilized world from the disorderly wilderness all at once, obediently surrendering to the spears.

Outside the carriage is the free and wild west, and inside the carriage is the civilized and fraternal America.

Xiao En got another deck of cards from nowhere, and pestered Asuka, Adam, and Chen Jianqiu to play cards, but Chen Jianqiu didn't seem to be interested.

He has been looking out the window since he got in the car just now.

After getting along for so long, it is difficult for Asuka to judge his current emotions from Chen Jianqiu's expression, especially when Chen Jianqiu doesn't want them to know.

"Asuka, do you hate Scar Feather?" Chen Jianqiu asked suddenly.

Scar Feather, Asuka's former best friend, an Indian who grew up with him in the same tribe, became a traitor, and finally died under the gun of white people together with his wife.

Asuka's hand holding the cards trembled a little.

"I, I don't know."

"It's hard for me to say that I don't hate him; I kind of hate iron and steel. Maybe, he has experienced something that I haven't experienced. He, he may not want to understand,"

"However, I have no way to accuse him, as the leader of the tribe, I failed to protect my tribe.

The Indian boy was as kind and simple as ever, but he fell into guilt and self-blame.

Chen Jianqiu was noncommittal, still looking out of the car window.

"Hey, drunkard, your card fell on the floor." Sean suddenly pointed to a card under the table, "You dropped it yourself, I didn't do anything."

Adam unexpectedly didn't retort, but lowered his head to pick up the card, and reinserted it into the stack of cards in his hand.

The game was still going on, and the black man with a big vegetable addiction didn't have the blessing of cheating, so he quickly lost the bottom line.

"I won't play anymore, I have no money." Sean threw away the cards in his hand, and lay down on the chair hopelessly.

"Let's go, let's go to the sleeper car. Astor formed an expedition team." Chen Jianqiu stood up and patted Sean on the shoulder.

After the train moved, the security was further strengthened. None of Pinkerton's detectives stayed in the rest car, and they guarded every connection.

And for some reason, the guards in the sleeper car are the strictest now. The door leading to the ordinary car is directly locked, and there are five people guarding the door on this side.

The two walked to the entrance of the carriage and were stopped.

It was the Pinkerton detective who had met when they got out of the car the night before to stop them.

"Hey, hello!" The detective was very enthusiastic, but when he saw Xiao En behind Chen Jianqiu, he looked disgusted, "What are you going to do?"

"Let's find Mr. Mark Twain." Chen Jianqiu replied.

"I'm sorry, but no one is allowed in this carriage now." The detective said decisively, "He's fine. If there's anything I want, I can take it for you."

"But thank you for the cigarettes." He took out the pack of cigarettes, and there was not much left in it. "It tastes good, but unfortunately there are too few."

Seeing this, Chen Jianqiu took out another pack of cigarettes from his arms and threw it to him.

The detective took it over with a smile on his face: "Do you have any matches?"

"What is it that makes you so nervous?" Chen Jianqiu took out a box of matches and handed it over.

"Hey, don't mention it. Something happened the day before yesterday. The damned Indians attacked the train." The familiar detective lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. seven or eight times.

"That man is amazing. He took care of our four brothers in one fell swoop, and his technique was neat." The detective had a bitter look on his face, "Everyone is very nervous now, so there is nothing we can do."

"Let's just take a look at Mr. Mark Twain and make sure he is in good condition. After all, he is our employer." Chen Jianqiu said in a low voice, he took out five bills from his pocket, and quietly handed them to five people respectively.

The five people glanced at each other, and they all moved out of the way. They walked to the junction, stood at the door of the carriage, and breathed out.

Chen Jianqiu walked in with Xiao En.

There are a total of six rooms in the sleeping car, and the doors of all the rooms are closed.

He pushed gently on the first door.

The door was not bolted, so he pushed the door open a crack, and observed the movement inside from the crack.

Mr. Mark Twain is leaning on the table by the window and writing quickly.

Chen Jianqiu pushed the door open and entered.

The writer was so immersed in his own world that he didn't notice anyone coming in at all, so he was taken aback when someone tapped him on the shoulder behind him.

He turned around and saw that it was Chen Jianqiu: "Hey, I was scared to death. I was writing the plot of you fighting the robbers the day before yesterday. Would you like me to read it for you?"

Chen Jianqiu shook his head, and made a silent gesture to him.

He walked to the bed and sat opposite the writer.

"Has Astor said anything to you these two days?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"No, I haven't seen him for two days."

"Have you seen the people in the other boxes in this carriage?"

"No, Russell asked us to stay in our room, and we will be delivered with food. If there is nothing to do, don't come out. It is said that there is another attack on the train."

The writer shook his head, seemingly ignorant, but he suddenly remembered something.

"It's a bit noisy in the corridor outside this morning, I don't know what's going on."

Chen Jianqiu nodded. He told the writer to stay in his room, then left the room with Xiao En, and closed the door behind him.

They came to the door of the second room.

This time, the latch was engaged from the inside.

Chen Jianqiu took out a card from his bosom, on the front of the card was a picture of an unusually fragrant half-Luo woman.

He handed the card to Sean.

Sean looked it over and over again.

"Cigarette card?" He glanced at Chen Jianqiu suspiciously.

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the door, and Xiao En instantly understood what he meant.

But when he put his ear on the door, the expression on his face changed, revealing an ambiguous smile.

"Boss, must this door be opened?" He lowered his body and asked.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Xiao En suspiciously, but then nodded.

Sean bent down and stuck the card through the crack in the door.

The movements are gentle and skillful, without making any sound, just like an artist.

The door was gently pushed open,
Xiao En was about to continue looking in through the crack of the door, but Chen Jianqiu pushed his head back.

After Chen Jianqiu confirmed the man's appearance, he closed the door again, and the voice inside suddenly disappeared.

"The sound insulation effect of this door is really good." Sean muttered.

They came to the door of the third room.

Just when they were about to follow suit to confirm the identity of the passengers in the third room.

A sharp whistle came from the back of the carriage.

"Assemble! Assemble! The Indians are coming!"

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