A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 141: Bad luck comes one after another
When Arthur came to the hotel, he did not see Blake's familiar figure at the front desk. It was still dark and there was no one else in the hotel.

There was no other way, so Arthur had to go to Blake's room and take a look.

It's okay if you don't look at it. When you open the door, you can see signs of fighting everywhere, tables and chairs overturned and items scattered everywhere.

The only thing that made Arthur feel lucky was that there was no blood in the room.

Fortunately, Arthur was able to comfort himself, there was a high probability that Blake had just been captured.

But this shouldn't be the case. How could Blake be involved in this attack on him?

In any case, Blake is just an 'honest' innkeeper. Even if Arthur does have a part of the inn's shares, how much money can he make by opening the inn?
Even if he really wanted to target himself, what could he do if he took Black away?Is it possible that Blake could pose any threat to him?
Arthur, who was standing at the scene of the crime, was still thinking seriously. After all, Arthur could only guess that Blake was taken away, where he was taken, and why he was taken. He still had no clue. I don't know where to start to rescue him.

"Arthur? Why are you in Blake's room? Huh? Is Blake's room like this?" Strauss, who was wearing pajamas, after asking a lot of questions, quickly took off his glasses, as if The situation in front of him was beyond his expectation, and he rubbed his sleepy eyes again.

It was probably the sound of Arthur rummaging through boxes and cabinets that woke up Strauss next door. Seeing that he had arrived just in time, Arthur quickly asked:
"Strauss, when was the last time you saw Blake?"

Seeing Arthur's serious expression and the appearance in the room, Strauss also understood that something must have happened to Black. After recalling it seriously, he said:
"It seems... I saw him standing at the front desk yesterday..."

"So what are you doing? Such a big living person is missing, and no one of you noticed it!" Arthur asked angrily.

Strauss also felt that it really shouldn't be the case, but he couldn't be blamed for it. He quickly explained:
"Arthur, you know, because Frank was cheated in the past two days, we have won a lot of money, which makes the remaining money in the account have to be reallocated and arranged, which expenses can be postponed, and which ones can be postponed. It can be misappropriated first... In short, no matter what, we were indeed negligent in not discovering Blake's disappearance."

Arthur also knew that he had no position to blame Strauss and the others. Didn't he think of it after Nellie reminded him?It can only be said that after he came back, the successive troubles he faced made him angry, but he couldn't find an outlet to vent it, so he somewhat blamed others in words.

In the final analysis, it was Arthur who didn't think carefully enough, and actually placed his own safety entirely on damn Malloy. This guy really didn't deserve Arthur's trust, and actually turned his back on Cornish as soon as he met him. He chose to stand by and watch, and then had the nerve to say anything to Arthur. At least he didn't do Cornwall a favor.

Pooh!
After all these things are over, Arthur will definitely take care of him.

"Alas." Arthur sighed and continued:
"Let's not talk about this anymore. I just saw that the wounded have returned from the pharmacy. You go to my office. Charlie must be there. You go and find him too. Let's see what clues we can get together."

……

I wonder if Arthur knows that bad luck happens one after another.

No, after Charlie took away the wounded first, Bison and the others who were not injured still stayed at the six o'clock cabin and cleaned the battlefield. They didn't find many good things and belongings, but they encountered some enemies because of their previous exchange of fire. The news alerted state police and troopers.

Fortunately, the bison had the police badge of Valentine Town that Arthur left for him. After some explanations, most of the trouble was avoided. However, the horses and guns they originally wanted to take away, as well as the most important thing, were All the machine guns were seized.

The bison originally wanted to argue a few words, but he successfully shut his mouth by saying, "You are a police officer in Valentine Town, but this is not Valentine."

Moreover, they also emphasized that these things were evidence and they would all keep them. The bison was not good at talking and could not speak to them at all. In the end, they could only plan to go back after asking the leading state policeman’s name. Let Arthur handle it.

"It's so shameless!"

"No, what's the point? Those are obviously our spoils."

The bison rode in front, with Micah still hanging on the horse's butt. He just listened to the complaints of the other guards and did not express any relief.

After all, if you really want to say it, it's still because they were too greedy and had to search the entire camp before they could stop.

If he had just pulled the machine gun, collected his weapons and horses, and left, he would have been intercepted by these damn state police.

However, the bison just thought about this in his heart and did not say it out loud. After all, everyone is not in a good mood now. Originally, if nothing else, they must have kept the small money they found. , neither Charlie nor Arthur will ask them to hand it over. This is a good harvest, not to mention if they really get the guns and horses back, they believe that Arthur will definitely reward them with another sum, alas. ...Now that the duck that took nine cows and two tigers to get it has flown, it just flew away. It’s strange that everyone is in a good mood. Thinking of this, the bison finally said:
"Okay, okay, it's better not to complain. Don't forget, at least those ears you cut off are worth five dollars each! Please be alert, let's go back as soon as possible."

After the guards listened to what the bison said, they all looked at the ears hanging on their bodies. Yes, at least there is still the boss's bounty, so it won't be a loss no matter what.

Everyone then happily quickened their pace and prepared to go back to receive the reward.

Bison and the others were taking the main road. Originally, they would have been able to return to the town of Valentine in a short time, but halfway, a group of people who didn't know what they were doing followed them from behind.

"Hey, brothers, it's so late, where are you coming back from?" The visitor shouted. They followed the bison on horseback, and their number was not less than that of the bison.

The bison didn't want to cause trouble, so he chose to answer simply:
"hunt."

The visitor did not leave, but followed even closer. The leader smiled strangely and said:

"Okay, brother, your prey is so valuable..."

broken.

The bison realized that this group of people might have taken a fancy to the person behind his horse, damn it.

Isn't it bad? Arthur has offered a sky-high bounty to the guy behind him.

……

Soon, it started to dawn. At the hotel, Arthur, Strauss, and Charlie were busy for a long time, but still couldn't find any clues.

"Arthur, it's almost daybreak. I'll go to the town to inquire about it later. Why don't you take a rest first?..." Strauss said to Arthur who was studying the window.

"It's okay, I..."

Before Arthur finished speaking, he heard a scream from outside the house.

Several people looked at each other and ran outside quickly.

In the corridor, a bathing girl who had just come to work was standing outside the bathhouse. She pointed into the bathhouse and screamed loudly. Arthur stepped forward and pulled her away, and then looked inside.

"..."

Behind him, several people watched Arthur standing there blankly. After looking at each other, Charlie and Strauss also looked in through the gap.

I saw a bathtub filled with water, and Blake, who was completely pale, was lying upright in it.

One of Blake's hands was hanging outside the bathtub, and there was a bone-deep wound on his wrist that extended up from his wrist to his arm.

Now, there is no more blood to flow out.

"Arthur..."

(End of this chapter)