mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 369 Prisoner of Azkaban

In the past few days, Zhao Chuanxin seemed relaxed, but his nerves were always tense.

Prisoners, prison guards, wardens, including Charles Baker, an obviously malicious police detective, are all potential enemies, except for Andrew Miller, the rest are ready to backstab at any time.

When he arrived at the new house, he immediately took out sand and mud trowel gloves, locked the door tightly, and did not enter or enter.

Andrew Miller felt that he was omnipotent, and he could even appear unpredictably when summoned casually, killing the enemy.

No one knew that during this period of time, whenever he fell asleep, he would have the same nightmare repeatedly—being shot in the head by the lunatic Colonel Louis Verveld.

He spread out the new quilt, lay down on the bed and prepared to have a good sleep.

During this period of time, hugging the queen every day, I am not used to being cold and not as warm and fragrant as nephrite.

Wilhelmina seeks a sense of security from him, so why isn't he looking for comfort?
This time, I slept extremely soundly.

But Charles Baker was busy.

He was flipping through Zhao Chuanxin's file.

Samuel Engel, Chinese name - Chen Yigeng.

35 years old, middle-level member of "An Liang Tang" in Chinatown.

Long live on Mott Street.

Charles Baker sneered, this information was fake at first glance.

He immediately called Li Xiling, the owner of Anliang Hall in Chinatown.

"Tom Lee, I'm Charles Baker."

"Detective, I haven't committed any crime recently."

"Stop talking nonsense, I have something to ask you."

Li Xiling, who was wearing a green shirt, breathed a sigh of relief, took off his top hat, and said in a relaxed manner, "Please speak."

"Do you have a man named Samuel Engle?"

"Eh..." Li Xiling pondered.They are usually not called by English names internally, so they only feel familiar, but can't remember who they are.

Charles Baker said with a crappy accent: "The Chinese name is Chen Yigeng."

"Oh, yes, but you called late. Even if he is guilty, he has already been put in prison."

"Which prison?"

"Manhattan Detention Facility."

Charles Baker asked some more about Chen Yigeng's physical characteristics.

Zhao Chuanxin is about 6.1 feet tall, while Chen Yigeng is only 5.54 feet.

Zhao Chuanxin is strong and strong, while Chen Yigeng is very thin.

The prisons are also different.

The age doesn't look right either.

At that time, the situation was urgent, and Edith Roosevelt had someone casually give Zhao Chuanxin a forged identity that was full of loopholes.

Charles Baker followed the clues and found out how Zhao Chuanxin got into the prison and who he went with through the relationship of the first branch.

Combining the information he knew, he called the office of John Rockefeller Jr.

Charles Baker played with taste: "Mr. Rich, you seem to be hiding something from me."

The call was answered by Richie, John Rockefeller Jr.'s secretary.

He said dissatisfiedly: "Detective, I didn't pay you to ask you to get to the bottom of it."

"Sir, you're right. But I need to know who I provoked, isn't it too much?"

Ricky pondered for a while, he couldn't tell the truth, but he had to give Charles Baker an explanation.

This guy is the dog leg of the Dorrance gang composed of Irish people, he eats black and white, and is very slippery.

He compromised and said: "You just need to know that Andrew Miller is insignificant. The person who wants to keep him has status, but that person will not make a big fuss."

Seeing that Ricky was still vague, Charles Baker finally broke out: "Fuck, do you know that the people I sent were killed before they reached the cell, and the prison guards didn't even see a ghost. Who did you provoke? ?A ghost?"

Ricky was taken aback: "What are you talking about?"

Charles Baker told in detail what happened in Sing Sing Prison.

He said: "I will not refund the deposit, and there is no way to continue this matter. The warden of Sing Sing Prison has closely guarded Andrew Miller. That is what the local emperor of Sing Sing Prison said. You don't understand at all." , Those high-ranking and powerful people you mentioned, what kind of patron saint did you invite Andrew Miller. That's it, goodbye..."

After speaking, he hung up the phone viciously.

After thinking about it, Charles Baker picked up his coat, put it on his arm, put his top hat on his head, and hurried out.

Although he no longer works for Rockefeller, he is narrow-minded and will take revenge.

It may not be possible to attack Andrew Miller, but he does not intend to let Zhao Chuanxin go, and wants to collect evidence to send him to the electric chair in advance.

He went to the first branch, found colleagues with old connections, and easily found out the whereabouts of Edith Roosevelt.

Because the police followed them at this time, protecting them 24 hours a day.

After making inquiries, Charles Baker went straight to the Waldorf Hotel.

The hotel is located at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street in Midtown Manhattan, the most luxurious business and shopping district.

There is a promenade called Garden Lane, which connects the Walldorf Hotel with another hotel called Astoria.

Many business elites and political figures have stayed here.

The two hotels were later demolished, and it was built into the famous Empire State Building!
Charles Baker looked up at the hotel, and he knew it.

Can live here, must not be a mortal.

……

Zhao Chuanxin slept soundly this time.

He was awakened by the prison guard's knock on the door.

It was time for the air release, and the prison guards came to open the door, but found that the cell door could not be opened no matter what.

Zhao Chuanxin yawned and got up, removed the stones from the prison door, and took back the sand.

"You go first, I will go by myself later."

Prison guard: "..."

Is it so casual?

It feels like Sing Sing Prison is like his backyard.

But the prison guard dared not say anything.

Zhao Chuanxin washed up, ate breakfast, and then stretched his waist. Under the complicated eyes of many prison guards, he swaggered to the playground.

The dog leg Andrew Miller was talking to a group of people. When he saw him arrive, he ran over: "Sir, are you okay? I was investigated yesterday, and I didn't say what I shouldn't say."

"Well, very good." Zhao Chuanxin perfunctory, walked straight to the Irish Gang.

Andrew Miller led the group of newly joined members of the Chamber Cult, and followed step by step.

A group of Irish people froze when they saw Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a drawing board, a pen and a piece of paper from his trouser pocket.

It's outrageous. It's the first time I've seen someone who can take out such a big board from his trouser pocket.

Zhao Chuanxin bowed his head and began to draw.

Andrew Miller stretched out his head curiously, Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "What are you looking at?"

"Forehead……"

With just a few strokes by Zhao Chuanxin, the tattoo on the former Irishman was already formed.

He handed it to the Irishman: "Have you seen this pattern?"

The Irishman looked at each other, but did not speak.

Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the drawing board and pen to Andrew Miller, took off his clothes, and imitated other prisoners wearing only a vest, revealing his strong arms and regular geometric pattern tattoos.

"Don't give face, right? The style of the gang is united, right?"

He twisted his neck, stretched his muscles and bones, and waved to the Irishman: "Don't say you won't be given a chance, let you go first."

That day when I fought with others, although I also suffered a few times, it was hearty and hearty, and I was able to release my inner fear, and my body and mind were satisfied.

An elderly Irishman coughed and said awkwardly: "We don't want to be your enemy, sir, the pattern you drew is a tattoo of the Dorrance Gang."

When Zhao Chuanxin heard the name, he was very Irish.

He asked, "What do you have to do with the Dorrance Gang?"

"It's okay, there are none of them here."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded, and stood on the grass table: "Today, has anyone joined the Chamber God Cult?"

The grass field was silent for a moment, and two Chinese and a few men wearing glasses stepped forward weakly: "Sir, we want to join."

"Very good." Zhao Chuanxin clapped his hands and laughed, and yelled: "Don't miss it when you pass by. The God of the Chamber Pot is free today, and he is recruiting more disciples. On the last day, seize the opportunity. It's either a cigarette or a cigarette." Zhang Pictorial, don’t hesitate and don’t linger, if you miss today, you’ll be in vain…”

"..."

Following his cadenced yelling, many vacillating people unconsciously paced into the joining queue.

Andrew Miller was dumbfounded.

Xin said that if he were to engage in sales promotion, he would definitely be a good hand.

Following Zhao Chuanxin baptizing everyone with stinky liquid on their foreheads one by one, Andrew Miller named this group - Smell Society.

Like a knockoff Baptist.

Those who were baptized gathered together with their stinky foreheads.

Zhao Chuanxin felt relieved when he saw that the number of members of the Smell Club had expanded to more than 40 people.

This is the power of enlightenment.

Sing Sing Prison is the largest and most notorious prison in New York.

The number of prisoners held is no less than a few thousand, and it is famous for its strict discipline and death penalty by electric chair.

You can't always use fear to control people's hearts. Zhao Chuanxin came to the grass in the playground and said to the members of the Smell Club, "Now, please ask Father Andrew Miller to come and bless this grass."

Bless the grass?I've never heard of such an outrageous thing.

Zhao Chuanxin said, winking at Andrew Miller.

Andrew Miller understood and began to pray.

After he spoke nonsense, Zhao Chuanxin took out the scepter of redemption from his trouser pocket, and chanted a spell: "Azkaban prisoner, funny and funny, the sharp edge has no shadow, Wangwang crushes the ice..."

There are not many spells left, next time I will say Balabala Little Demon Fairy...

As he recited in a low voice, liquid flowed from the top of the redemption scepter.

He sprinkled the liquid evenly on the grass.

Suddenly, the stench was overwhelming.

The stench was carried up the wall by a gust of wind.

Even the prison guards guarding the high walls couldn't bear it.

"vomit……"

Zhao Chuanxin immediately moved away from there, and shouted with open arms: "Let's look forward to tomorrow's miracle!"

As a result, he created the only time since the opening of Sing Sing Prison in Ossining, along the Hudson River in 1825, that inmates couldn't wait to return to their poor cells.

Even the servant of the chamber pot god, Father Andrew Miller, covered his nose and ran away from the scene.

It can be seen that this kind of killing does not distinguish between the inside and the outside.

It doesn't make any sense.

Because of the stench, even the prison guards on the wall left their posts without permission, which made the prison grow angry.

After hearing that it was caused by Zhao Chuanxin, he held back and waited for the consequences.

Anyway, in this stench, no prisoner could break out of the encirclement, otherwise they would be vomited to death.

And at Madison Square Garden in New York City, Edith Roosevelt couldn't stand Wilhelmina's repeated requests to take her here to watch the performance of the famous Buffalo Bill's "Wild West" team.

However, what they didn't know was that not far from them, Charles Baker disguised himself as a tourist and followed them every step of the way.

When Charles Baker heard Edith Roosevelt say: "Your Majesty, there are too many people here, which is a safety hazard..."

The word "Your Majesty" made his eyes light up suddenly.

(End of this chapter)