A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 361
At the Saint-Denis Police Station, the police officer on duty at night was still sitting at the front desk dozing off, but the door suddenly opened, and the crowds filed in, as well as William and other detectives from the Bureau of Investigation who were tied together by a rope. It disturbed his sweet dreams.

In addition to the police officer who was awakened, there was another police officer on duty who was crying there for some reason.

The police officer who was originally about to lose his temper because his sweet dream was disturbed, immediately changed his attitude after seeing clearly who was coming in behind him. He said politely:
"Mr. Morgan, what is this?"

"Oh, two people died at the Saint-Denis Hotel. These are the murderers. If I catch them, I will bring them to you."

Is it really easy to do it at night...?
"Okay, Mr. Morgan, stop crying here and open the door." The bearded police officer pushed the still crying police officer, then stood up and led the way.

When the crying police officers opened the empty cage, they immediately locked these people in. During the whole process, no police officers doubted whether what Arthur said was false, and no one cared whether they really killed people. .

"So, should I ask why the officer who opened the door just now keeps crying?"

"Oh, he just broke up with his girlfriend."

"This is really sad news." Arthur said politely.

The police officer who led the way seemed to think that Arthur was interested in this, and he continued:

"There's nothing to be sad about. The girlfriend he found is just an ordinary person, and Jimmy is a policeman, and a policeman living in the west. Don't forget the robbery that happened not long ago. Many of our colleagues died, and The matter of the former director..."

Ah, Arthur can understand this. After all, it seems difficult for an ordinary girl to stay widowed if she is with a police officer, but Arthur doesn't seem to ask this.

Just listening, the police officer leading the way smiled and continued:

"Whether he's hurt or not, damn it, I won $10 on the bet."

"Ahem, isn't it a little bad for you to be like this?"

Arthur said as he walked, he was quite surprised that the police officer leading the way was so talkative.

"Come on, Mr. Morgan, low-level police officers like us can't find such a good girl. One more thing, if the police department really wants people like poor Jimmy to have a wife, I'm afraid they can only wait for the police to have a wife." The bureau mercifully assigned me."

In addition to showing an understanding smile, Arthur always felt that this young police officer should not be a policeman, but should consider becoming a talk show actor?

They passed a cell.

"Arthur?"

When Arthur came in, he saw John locked up in the cell. When he heard him calling him, Arthur smiled and took out a roll of cash from his arms and stuffed it into the policeman's hand, and then said:
"Excuse me, if it's convenient, call Chief Rudy for me and tell him that I'm waiting for him at the police station. Then, I want some private space now..."

"Of course, Mr. Morgan, there is no problem at all. Our police officers are outside. If you need anything, just call us."

After saying that, the police officer left happily. For him, the originally unlucky night shift suddenly became happy because of the thick roll of cash in his hand.

After the police officers left, Arthur slowly walked to the cage where John was held. He took out his cigarette case and said:
"Would you like one? Marston, you never disappoint me."

John smiled and took the cigarette from Arthur through the gap, smiling to himself.

"Don't you know? I can't do without you."

"Mr. Marston, this is not humor. Sarcasm is an insult with a smile, and sarcasm is a deep and unfriendly understanding. I am glad that you have deeply understood a correct truth, but you The sarcasm and unkindness underneath the humor really puzzled me.”

Arthur lit his cigarette and tossed the match to John.

"You are still so mean, Arthur." John lit his cigarette, and after putting the match in his pocket, he continued: "Bill and Javier were taken away, only I stayed here, I I want to know, have you given up on me?"

Listening to these words, Arthur immediately understood why John spoke like this just now, but he was not in a hurry to explain. Instead, he smiled and said:

"You know you're starting to look like Dutch?"

"I thought you were more like him?"

Arthur did not refute, but asked:

"What's Dutch van der Linde like?"

If it were before, John might have a completely different answer than now, but now, John answers like this:

"He ridiculed everything to his heart's content, mocking himself and the times, mocking those who left and those who came. Maybe if he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to express all the feelings in his heart, and there would be that kind of feeling that he can't get rid of. Conflict and pain.”

Arthur laughed again, and his smile contained two parts of recognition, seven parts of emotion, and one part of remembrance.

"Didn't I summarize it well?" John said after exhaling a puff of smoke.

Arthur nodded and replied:

"It's not bad. I can see that you have regained the brain that was snatched away by a wolf in the snow."

"Do you know that talking like this doesn't make you look smarter?" John said with an unhappy look on his face.

Arthur spread his hands, with a cigarette in his mouth, and said nonchalantly:

"Smart sarcasm requires wisdom, and I consider myself to have a humorous heart? So, to answer the question you just asked me, I have not given up on you, John."

"Then why..."

"Because." Arthur extended his hand to interrupt John's question and continued:
"Because, in front of everyone, there was a fool who raised his hands high and walked out of the bank in Saint-Denis that was being robbed and was watched by countless people. Now everyone is waiting for this fool who surrendered to be hanged. Die, waiting for the news of his execution to make the front page headlines of the local news.”

"...Sure enough, you shouldn't listen to Abigail."

After hearing that John had only reflected on such a mistake so far, if it weren't for the cage between the two of them, Arthur really wanted to hit his head with water.

"Anyway, I didn't come to see you specifically today. I just came by the way. Just stay here. You will be sent to Sisika Prison after a while. Don't worry, I will wait until I remember. I’ll remember to get you out.”

"Thank you?" John knew that Arthur would never forget it.

Arthur originally wanted to have another cigarette, but he couldn't find a match after searching for a long time. Then he remembered that John had just taken it away and hadn't returned it to him.

Don't be angry, don't be angry. Wherever a smoker has his own matches, whoever has them in his pocket belongs to him.

"Take it." By the way, Arthur threw the cigarette to John. Arthur turned around and prepared to leave the cell area. Before leaving, Arthur gave John one last instruction:

"Remember to write to Abigail, and little Jack, and smoke sparingly. I won't come see you."

"...Asshole, thank you."

(End of this chapter)