America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 294 San Francisco Archives
"damn it!"

Li Shiri, who was in a fit of anger, saw that he was a black man, and kicked him in the air.

Can't bully white people, I can't bully you?

The black man fell to the ground in pain, hugged his stomach and wailed: "Killer! Killer on the street!"

Pedestrians on the street cast their gazes this way, seeing that it was a dispute between a black man and a Chinese man.

Some people are not interested, but some people show a kind of interest in admiring cats and dogs fighting.

Li Shiri saw the black man rolling on the ground, but he didn't want to make a big deal, so he lowered the brim of his hat and prepared to continue chasing Chen Jianqiu.

But when he looked around, there was no sign of his junior brother on the whole street.

At this time, he suddenly remembered what Chen Jianqiu said to himself just now.

His identity certificate was indeed fake, did Detective Pinkerton and his gang really have doubts about him?

After thinking for a while, he still headed towards the archives.

The three of Wyatt left the hotel, followed the map, and soon arrived at their destination.

The San Francisco Archives is located in a northeast corner of the city, a relatively remote place with few pedestrians on the surrounding streets.

Wyatt and the others tied their horses to the hitch posts at the entrance of the archives and walked into the woods behind the archives.

When they came out again, they had already worn shiny Pinkerton metal badges on their chests.

"Hey, don't tell me, they really look pretty." Hanif looked at the eye engraved on the badge.

"Okay, let's go in quickly." Wyatt interrupted Hanif's aesthetic feelings.

The three walked around to the front and walked into the gate of the archives.

The archives are very large and divided into two parts.

The outside rooms and corridors are available for everyone to visit. There are some photos and paintings on the walls, supplemented by text, introducing the history of San Francisco.

With a glass door as the boundary, the rooms inside and the second floor are not allowed to enter by strangers.

All kinds of filing materials in this city are stored in it.

Wyatt and the three of them pushed open the glass door.

"Sorry, sir, this place is not open to the public." A young man who looked very young stood up from the chair behind the reception desk and said to Wyatt.

Wyatt snorted and pointed to the badge on his chest: "We are members of the Pinkerton Detective Agency and have obtained law enforcement authority in this city."

He took out the ID that Nigo had forged for them and handed it to the young man.

The young man carefully checked the documents.

Since the last pier fire, the Pinkerton detectives in San Francisco have indeed come here to consult various materials.

This certificate should be real.

He turned to Hanif and Holiday who were looking around: "Please show your IDs, both of you."

After confirming the identities of the three people, the young man asked, "Three people, how can I help you?"

"We need to consult a file." Wyatt took out a small notebook, "It belongs to a Chinese named Li Shiri, his entry and exit records and other relevant identity information."

"Do you have the serial number?" asked the young man.

Wyatt shook his head: "We only know his name."

The young man put his hands on his forehead, with a sad face, and complained: "How can I find this? The workload is too heavy. If there is someone with the same name, I will feel a headache just thinking about it."

Wyatt put his hands on his hips and stared into the young man's eyes, making him take a step back involuntarily:
"Listen, kid, if you've ever done a case, you'll know that your suspect won't let you know his number."

"It's okay, don't worry, just look for it slowly." Hanif patted the young man on the shoulder, "If you think the workload is heavy, you can call your colleagues."

"Or, we can also help." Holiday said from the side.

The young man looked at the three people in front of him and took a deep breath: "I'd better call my colleagues."

Several staff members outside the file room, under the pleading of the young man, joined the ranks of searching for the information.

So, the corridor was empty.

The three of Wyatt began to wander around the doors of each room in the Archives Bureau recklessly.

Soon, they took note of the general terrain and the types of materials stored in each room.

"Eh? What about people?"

After a while, the young man who was looking for documents came out of the archive room with several documents, but there was no sign of Wyatt and the others.

"Mr. Pierce? Mr. Pierce?" the boy called out the name on Wyatt's fake document.

Wyatt, who was marking rooms and paths with a notebook, didn't realize he was being called when he first heard the young man's call, but he quickly realized it.

"coming!"

He quickly appeared in front of the young man.

"Fortunately for you, there is only one person named Li Shiri in this ten years." He handed the information in his hand to Wyatt, and at the same time pointed to the table next to him, "Please check here, don't bring Walk."

Wyatt didn't say anything, took the documents from the young man, came to the table, flipped through the documents, and took notes in his notebook.

Hanif and Holiday also finished their part and returned to the door of the archives.

The two also helped memorize some, and then returned the information to the young man.

The task has been basically completed, and the three of them have basically figured out where to enter the closed part of the building, and where to exit;
Which room holds the entry and exit information of Chinese people, and which room holds the birth certificates of all local residents of San Francisco.

They walked toward the double glass doors.

However, just as Wyatt and the others walked up the stairs from the second floor to the first floor, Wyatt, who was walking first, slowed down.

He squeezed his hands.

A few patrolmen in uniform were standing at the reception desk, talking to another staff member.

It seems that they are also looking for some information.

Wyatt was not sure if these patrolmen and Pinkerton detectives knew each other well, and at the same time assessed the possibility of the three of them being exposed.

However, they did not stop and continued to move forward.

The patrolman over there noticed them too, and began to stare at their faces, his eyes following their movements.

Wyatt lowered the brim of his hat and hurried forward.

The three passed by the patrolmen.

Don't provoke these patrolmen, walk out of that glass door, today's task should be considered complete.

However, just as Wyatt opened the glass door, a voice came from behind: "The one in front! Stop!"

The three of Wyatt turned their heads and found that the person who spoke was a man with a pointed chin. It seemed that he was the leader of this group of patrolmen:
"Are you Detective Pinkerton?" He stared at Wyatt coldly. "Are you new here?"

Wyatt narrowed his eyes.

The pointed chin slowly walked towards Wyatt, he put one hand on his hip, pointed at Wyatt with a very rough finger: "I don't care how strong your background is, and how you obtained the law enforcement power in California. "

"I just want to tell you that this is San Francisco! Sooner or later we will find a way to get you troublemakers out of San Francisco!"

"The law enforcers here should be only us!"

The pointed chin was very rude, but Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time expressed understanding for the behavior of the San Francisco patrolmen.

After all, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and law enforcement power, as long as it is not the only thing, will disgust competitors.

Wyatt couldn't let this tit-for-tat atmosphere fail, he slammed the pointed chin aggressively:
"You bastard, let's wait and see!"

Then, before that pointy-jawed rage began to simmer, Wyatt opened the glass door, and walked out of the archives with the other two.

(End of this chapter)