America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Soon after, the train continued to move.

The originally expected fight in the carriage did not happen.

When Pinkerton detectives armed with rifles appeared at the entrance of each carriage, the people who were still glaring at each other like cockfighting instantly regained their composure.

They seemed to have suddenly returned to the civilized world from the disorderly wilderness, and honestly surrendered under the spear.

Outside the carriage is the free and wild West, while inside the carriage is the civilized and fraternal America.

Sean got another deck of cards from nowhere and pestered Feiniao, Adam and Chen Jianqiu to play cards, but Chen Jianqiu didn't seem to be interested.

He had been looking out the window since he got in the car.

After getting along for so long, it is now difficult for Feiniao to judge Chen Jianqiu's current emotions from his expression, especially when Chen Jianqiu doesn't want them to know.

"Feiniao, do you hate Scar Yu?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly asked.

Scarfeather, Feiniao's former best friend, an Indian who grew up with him in the same tribe, became a traitor and eventually died together with his wife at the hands of white people.

Asuka's hand holding the cards was shaking a little.

"I, I don't know."

"It's hard for me to say that I don't hate him; I kind of hate that iron cannot become steel. Maybe he has experienced something that I have not experienced, and he, he may not have understood it."

"But, I can't blame him. As the leader of the tribe, I failed to protect my tribe.

The Indian boy is as kind and simple as ever, but he is trapped in guilt and self-blame.

Chen Jianqiu was noncommittal and still looked out of the car window.

"Hey, drunkard, your card fell on the floor." Sean suddenly pointed to a card under the table, "You dropped it yourself, I didn't do anything."

Adam unexpectedly did not retort, but lowered his head to pick up the card and inserted it back into the pile of cards in his hand.

The poker game continued, and the black man who was addicted to food quickly lost everything without the blessing of cheating.

"No more playing, no more money." Sean threw away the cards in his hand and lay down on the chair helplessly.

"Let's go, let's go for a walk in the sleeper car. Astor has formed an expedition team." Chen Jianqiu stood up and patted Sean on the shoulder.

After the train started moving, the security was further intensified. None of Pinkerton's detectives stayed in the lounge car. They guarded every connection.

And for some reason, the sleeper compartment is now the most tightly guarded. The door leading to the ordinary compartment is locked directly, and there are five people guarding the door on this side.

The two of them walked to the entrance of the carriage and were stopped.

The person who stopped them was the Pinkerton detective they met when they got out of the car the night before.

"Hey, hello!" The detective was very enthusiastic, but when he saw Sean behind Chen Jianqiu, he looked disgusted, "What are you going to do?"

"Let's find Mr. Mark Twain." Chen Jianqiu replied.

"I'm sorry, no one can enter this carriage now." The detective said firmly, "He is very good. If there is anything, I can help you get him off."

"But thank you for the cigarettes." He took out the pack of cigarettes. There were not many cigarettes left in it. "It tastes good, but it's a pity that there are too few."

Seeing this, Chen Jianqiu took out another pack of cigarettes from his arms and threw it to him.

The detective took it with a smile on his face: "Are there any matches?"

"What's the situation that makes you so nervous?" Chen Jianqiu took out a box of matches and handed them over.

"Hey, don't mention it. Something happened the day before yesterday. The damn Indians attacked the train." The familiar detective lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. It felt as if the smoke was filling his lungs with one breath.

Seven or eight times.

"That man was amazing. He killed four of our brothers at once with a clean and neat technique." The detective looked bitter, "Everyone is very nervous now, so there is nothing we can do."

"Let's just take a look at Mr. Mark Twain and make sure he is fine. After all, he is our employer." Chen Jianqiu said in a low voice. He took out five bills from his arms and quietly handed them to the hands of five people.

The five people looked at each other and collectively moved away. They walked to the connecting point and stood at the door of the carriage, puffing away at the outside.

Chen Jianqiu took Sean in.

There are a total of six rooms in the sleeper car, and the doors of the rooms are all closed.

He pushed the first door gently.

The door was not bolted, so he pushed it open a crack and observed what was going on inside.

Mr. Mark Twain was writing furiously on the table by the window.

Chen Jianqiu pushed open the door and entered.

The writer was immersed in his own world and didn't notice anyone coming in, so he was startled when someone behind him tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around and saw that it was Chen Jianqiu: "Hey, I was scared to death. I was writing the plot of your brave fight against the robbers the day before yesterday. Do you want me to read it to you?"

Chen Jianqiu shook his head and made a silent gesture to him.

He walked to the bed and sat opposite the writer.

"Has Astor said anything to you in the past two days?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"No, I haven't seen him in the past two days."

"Have you seen the people in the other boxes in this carriage?"

"No, Russell asked us to stay in our rooms. Food will be given to us, and we should not come out unless we have nothing to do. It is said that there was another attack on the train."

The writer shook his head, seemingly completely clueless, but he suddenly remembered something.

"There was a bit of noise in the corridor outside this morning. I don't know what it was about."

Chen Jianqiu nodded. He asked the writer to stay in his room, and then he and Sean left the room, closing the door behind them.

They came to the door of the second room.

This time, the door bolt was locked from the inside.

Chen Jianqiu took out a card from his pocket. On the front of the card was a picture of an extremely fragrant half-LUO woman.

He handed the card to Sean.

Sean looked over it over and over again.

"Cigarette card?" He glanced at Chen Jianqiu doubtfully.

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the door, and Sean understood what he meant instantly.

But when he put his ear to the door, the expression on his face changed, revealing an ambiguous smile.

"Boss, does this door have to be opened?" He lowered his head and asked.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Sean with a puzzled look, but then nodded.

Sean bent down and put the card into the crack of the door.

The movements were gentle and skillful, making no sound at all, just like an artist.

The door was gently pushed inward, and a man's roar and a woman's indescribable sound of joy came from inside.

Sean was about to continue looking inside along the crack in the door, but his head was pushed open by Chen Jianqiu.

The fighting inside was so fierce that neither of the warring parties noticed the situation on the other side of the door.

After Chen Jianqiu confirmed the man's appearance, he closed the door again, and the voice inside suddenly disappeared.

"The soundproofing effect of this door is really good." Sean muttered.

They came to the door of the third room.

Just when they were about to follow the same pattern and confirm the identity of the passenger in the third room.

A sharp whistle came from the back of the carriage.

"Gather! Gather! The Indians are coming!"