America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 296 Burning the Archives

"Your brother's information is all there." The three of Wyatt walked into the hotel and handed their notebooks to Chen Jianqiu who was already waiting in the hotel.

"Have you stepped on the points clearly?" Chen Jianqiu asked as he opened his notebook.

"Almost." Wyatt nodded, "That place is not complicated."

"Then you take a rest, and meet me in my room later." Chen Jianqiu turned and walked towards his room.

He walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

Through this US Customs entry information, Chen Jianqiu verified the correctness of several of his conjectures and obtained other information.

Li Shiri not only defected to the Americans, but also surrendered to the Qing Dynasty before coming to the United States, because according to the information he provided to the U.S. Customs, he came to the United States as an officer of the Qing Dynasty.

But after he came to the United States, he did not mention this identity at all.

Li Shiri was afraid that Huang Qingyun and those who knew him would kill him.

Chen Jianqiu sat at the table and continued flipping through his notes, and the image of this senior brother gradually became clear in his mind.

However, with the increase of information, Chen Jianqiu couldn't help being in a daze.

The phantoms that had appeared before resurfaced in his mind again.

These phantoms are composed of previously fragmented individuals, like the fragments of a jigsaw puzzle, filling their own blank memories one by one, and at the same time continuously generating new fragments until the memory is completely filled.

Chen Jianqiu's memory, to be precise, is the memory of the original owner of this body, which has been restored.

He is the orphan of the King of England. After the city was broken, he fled to the southwest under the escort of the old ministry, and moved between Yunnan and Guizhou, avoiding the pursuit of the Qing army.

In the meantime, I developed a skill.

Later, he was forced to flee to the vicinity of Xinning, where he was taken in by a local martial arts senior and accepted as a closed disciple.

And Li Shiri is his senior brother.

This senior is not a member of TPJ, but he is a high-ranking person in a certain branch of the Tiandihui, and he is quite prestigious. The only creed in his life is "anti-Qing and restoring the Ming Dynasty".

He taught Chen Jianqiu everything he had learned in his life.

However, Li Shiri sold his teacher for glory, told the Qing court all about his teacher's details, and personally led a team to hunt him down.

In the end, the master died tragically at the gun of Li Shiri, and Chen Jianqiu fled to the United States.

Li Shiri was chased and killed by people from the rivers and lakes for killing his teacher. After escaping by chance, he followed Chen Jianqiu's footsteps to San Francisco and killed him on the train from San Francisco to Salt Lake City.

As a time traveler, Chen Jianqiu didn't have any feelings for his master.

After all, this memory only belongs to the original owner of the body.

But he still has respect for that predecessor.

Moreover, since he inherited the body, the revenge must be avenged for the original owner.

Now, it depends on whether Li can keep the appointment on the evening of the tenth day.

On the other hand, Li Shiri, who was locked in the Pinkerton confinement room, was in a very complicated mood.

He couldn't remember when there was an extra wallet on his body, or the wallet that Robert lost.

But now, no matter what he said, the Pinkerton detectives would not believe it.

Li Shiri scratched his hair, a little desperate.

Without the backing of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, he wouldn't be able to wait to be sent back to his country. Huang Qingyun and his gang would kill him.

He still owes a debt of blood.

It was all caused by my junior who "resurrected from the dead". Without him, none of this would exist.

Li Shiri suddenly remembered what Chen Jianqiu had said to him in the cafe during the day.

night?Archives?

He seemed to have found the only way.

If he could personally catch Chen Changluo and bring him to William Pinkerton, he would prove that he was responsible for the San Francisco pier fire.

Then, you will still be saved.

Taking ten thousand steps back, it really doesn't work, and killing him will end the serious trouble in his heart.

Li Shiri's gaze gradually turned cold.

Chen Changluo, if I can kill you once, I can kill you twice.

San Francisco's nights are not exactly noisy, especially the archives away from the bustling urban area.

It's not busy here during the day, let alone in the dead of night.

The gate was closed tightly, and only a janitor wandered around the building with a lantern from time to time.

These are not problems for Li Shiri.

Just like the confinement room of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, it is not a problem for him.

According to the usual practice, no one cares about the people locked in the confinement room. It is estimated that no one will find him running away from the confinement room until tomorrow morning at the earliest.

At this time, Li Shiri, with a revolver pinned to his waist, was squatting in the bushes not far from the gate, observing every move of the inspector.

He quickly grasped the gatekeeper's inspection route and time schedule, and then took an opportunity to approach the archives.

Li Shiri originally wanted to enter through the skylight on the roof, but when he walked around to the back door of the archives, he found that the back door was open.

Are the people in these archives so edgy?Don't even close the back door.

That patrolling janitor, also so careless?It seems that it is just walking around and pretending.

Li Shiri touched it quietly.

He groped in the dark and climbed towards the second floor.

He wanted to find a favorable terrain, so he made an ambush first, and it was best to take advantage of Chen Jianqiu's unpreparedness and give him a fatal blow.

Preferably with a gun.

He and Chen Jianqiu came from the same school and knew each other too well. If there was an open and honest duel, it would be impossible to tell the winner in a short time.

Li Shiri was not at all worried that someone would say he was a sneak attack, because only the living could speak, and in his opinion, a sneak attack was not something to be ashamed of.

He walked along the wall, in the darkness, to the door of the glass door in the daytime.

He pushed gently.

That door was actually ajar!
The door was opened so easily.

Li Shiri was overjoyed, the progress of the matter was much smoother than he imagined.

He went up the stairs to the second floor without thinking, and then came to the fence on the second floor.

From here, you can clearly pay attention to the movements on the first floor.

If someone came, he would know immediately.

Li Shiri calmed down and prepared to wait for Chen Jianqiu's arrival.

He squatted on the edge of the railing, vigilantly paying attention to the movement around him.

Suddenly, he smelled a pungent smell.

In the dark, he couldn't see what was going on around him in the archives.However, the pungent smell seemed to come from under his feet.

Li Shiri carefully touched the ground with his fingers.

The floor was wet, as if liquid was running on it.

He put his wet finger to his nose and sniffed it, and was stunned.

It's the smell of kerosene.

Someone poured kerosene in the archives!
Suddenly, in the darkness, a fiery snake suddenly appeared.

The fire snake emitted a blazing light, which made Li Shiri's eyes, which were just used to the darkness, feel particularly dazzling.

His eyes narrowed.

But within a short period of time, the fire snake scrambled high, licked the combustibles that could be touched around it, and turned into a wall of fire.

Around, there is kerosene everywhere.

Li Shiri was a little confused.

What exactly is Chen Changluo going to do?Is he addicted to setting fire?
He looked left and right, looking for a way to leave, and seeing if he could find the person who set the fire.

The first fiery snake seemed not far away from him.

"Brother, what are you looking for? You are not looking for me, are you?" Suddenly, a familiar voice entered Li Shiri's ears.

Chen Jianqiu's figure appeared behind the fire.

"The last time the dock workers' union was on fire, you really set it off." Li Shiri continued to look for a retreat route while speaking.

However, he soon discovered that the place where Chen Jianqiu was standing was the only way to the exit.

Or, he jumped directly from the second floor, but at this height, it is hard to say whether he can escape unscathed.

"Junior brother, do we have to face each other life and death?" Li Shiri stared at Chen Jianqiu through the firelight, "We are in the United States now, we can work together to do some things, there is no need to fight to the death."

Chen Jianqiu did not answer his question, but asked: "Brother, do you know why the master named you Li Shiri?"

Li Shiri remained silent.

"Master told me that your ancestor was originally from Yangzhou, and you were named Li Shiri to remind you not to forget 'Yangzhou Shiri', but you actually voted for the Qing court!"

Chen Jianqiu said suddenly:
"Li Shiri! You have forgotten your ancestors, ungrateful, and betrayed your master. Today, I will clean up the door for the dead master."

Li Shiri bit his lip, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "What are you bragging about? When have you ever beat me in this life? Let's use what the master taught us to make gestures."

After all, he bounced off the ground like a spring, and with a gesture of his left hand, he rushed towards Chen Jianqiu.

However, his right hand reached for the revolver at his waist.

"Snapped!"

Li Shiri had a bullet hole in his head and fell from the air to the ground.

Colt in Chen Jianqiu's hand was still smoking: "I remember exactly how you killed Master at that time."

He put the pistol back into the holster, and then kicked Li Shiri's body to the first floor.

At this moment, Hanif and Holliday walked in carrying the body of the patrolling security guard.

"No way, he saw us." Holiday shrugged.

Chen Jianqiu checked Li Shiri's revolver, which was the same model as that used by Huo Ledi.

After Chen Jianqiu wiped his Colt clean, he stuffed it into the hands of the security guard.

"Let's go, the gun rang out here, and someone will come later."

Everyone left the archives.

Behind them, the fire was burning.

(End of this chapter)