America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 294 San Francisco Archives

"Damn it!"

When Li Shiri was angry, he saw a black man and kicked him in the air.

I can't bully white people, so I can't bully you?

The black man fell to the ground in pain, holding his stomach and wailing: "There are murders! There are murders on the streets!"

Pedestrians on the street all looked over and saw that there was a dispute between a black man and a Chinese man.

Some people have no interest, but some people show an interest in enjoying the fight between cats and dogs.

On the 10th, Li Shiri saw the black man rolling on the ground and was unwilling to make the matter a bigger deal. He lowered the brim of his hat and prepared to continue chasing Chen Jianqiu.

But when he looked around, there was no sign of his junior brother on the entire street.

At this time, he suddenly remembered what Chen Jianqiu had just said to him.

His identity certificate was indeed fake. Could it be that Detective Pinkerton and his gang were really suspicious of him?

After confirming the identities of the three people, the young man asked: "You three, how can I help you?"

"You are lucky, there is only one person named Li Shiri in the past ten years." He handed the information in Wyatt's hand and pointed to the table next to him, "Please check it here, don't bring it with you

Walk."

"Coming!"

"We should be the only law enforcers here!"

The task has been basically completed. The three people have basically figured out where to enter and exit from the non-open parts of the building;

Which room contains Chinese entry and exit information, and which room contains the birth certificates of all local residents in San Francisco.

Several uniformed patrol officers were standing at the reception desk, talking to another staff member.

He turned to Hanif and Holiday, who were looking around: "Please show me your IDs, too."

Since the last pier fire, San Francisco's Pinkerton detectives have indeed come here to retrieve various information.

"Eh? Where is the person?"

The young man checked the documents carefully.

All kinds of filing information in this city are stored in it.

Wyatt narrowed his eyes.

The three of them walked around to the front and walked into the door of the archives.

"We need to access a file." Wyatt took out a small notebook, "It belongs to a Chinese named Li Shiri. His entry and exit records and other relevant identity information."

The three Wyatts left the hotel and quickly arrived at their destination according to the map.

However, they did not stop and continued to move forward.

When they came out again, they had shiny Pinkerton metal badges on their chests.

The outside rooms and corridors are open to everyone, and there are some photos and paintings on the walls, supplemented by text introducing the history of San Francisco.

Soon, they memorized the general terrain here and the types of materials stored in each room.

"It's okay, don't be in a hurry, just take your time and look for it." Hanif patted the young man on the shoulder, "If you feel the workload is heavy, you can call your colleagues."

"Sorry, sir, this place is not open to the public." A young man who looked very young stood up from the chair behind the reception desk and said to Wyatt.

It seems that they are also looking for some information.

After thinking for a while, he headed towards the archives.

The two of them also helped memorize some, and then returned the information to the young man.

The young man put his hand on his forehead, with a sad look on his face, and complained: "How can I find this? The workload is too much. If there are people with the same name, I will have a headache just thinking about it."

After a while, the young man who was looking for information walked out of the archives room with a few pieces of information, but there was no sign of Wyatt or the others.

Hanif and Holiday also completed their parts and returned to the door of the archives room.

"I just want to tell you, this is San Francisco! Sooner or later we will have a way to get you troublemakers out of San Francisco!"

However, just as Wyatt opened the glass door, a voice came from behind: "In front of you! Stop!"

The patrolman over there also noticed them and began to stare at their faces, his eyes following their movements.

"Mr. Pierce? Mr. Pierce?" the young man called the name on Wyatt's fake ID.

Several staff members outside the archives, at the young man's request, joined the search for information.

So, the corridor was empty.

He soon appeared in front of the young man.

The archives is very large and divided into two parts.

Wyatt snorted and pointed to the badge on his chest: "We are members of the Pinkerton Detective Agency and have obtained law enforcement rights in this city."

He squeezed his hand.

The three Wyatts turned their heads and found that the person speaking was a man with a pointed chin, who seemed to be the leader of the patrol:

"Are you Detective Pinkerton?" He stared at Wyatt coldly, "You're new here, right?"

Wyatt lowered the brim of his hat and hurried forward.

Wyatt didn't say anything. He took the information from the young man's hand and came to the table, flipping through the information and taking notes in his notebook.

With a glass door as the boundary, strangers are not allowed to enter the rooms inside and the second floor.

"Do you have the number?" the young man asked.

"Okay, hurry in." Wyatt interrupted Hanif's aesthetic feelings.

"Hey, don't tell me, their thing looks really pretty." Hanif looked at the eye engraved on the badge.

However, just as Wyatt and the others walked along the stairs from the second floor to the first floor, Wyatt, who was walking first, slowed down.

He took out the documents Nigo had forged for them and handed them to the young man.

Wyatt was not sure whether these patrolmen and Pinkerton detectives knew each other or whether they were familiar with each other, and at the same time he assessed the possibility of the three of them being exposed.

The three Wyatts began to wander around the doorways of various rooms in the Archives Bureau unscrupulously.

The three people passed by the patrolmen.

The young man looked at the three people in front of him and took a deep breath: "I'd better call my colleagues."

Wyatt shook his head: "We only know his name."

They walked towards the double glass doors.

Wyatt put his hands on his hips and stared into the young man's eyes, making him take a step back involuntarily:

"Listen, kid, if you have ever handled a case, you will know that your suspect will not let you know his serial number."

The San Francisco Archives is located in the northeast corner of the city, a relatively remote place with not many pedestrians on the surrounding streets.

This certificate should be authentic.

Wyatt, who was marking rooms and paths with a notebook, didn't realize he was being called when he first heard the young man's call, but he quickly realized it.

If you don't provoke these patrol officers and walk out of the glass door, today's mission should be considered completed.

Wyatt and the three of them pushed open the glass door.

"Or, we can also help." Holiday said from the side.

Wyatt and the others tied their horses to the hitching posts at the entrance of the archives and walked into the woods behind the archives.

The pointed chin slowly walked towards Wyatt. He put one hand on his waist and pointed his finger at Wyatt very roughly: "I don't care how strong your background is or how you obtained the law enforcement rights in California.

"

The pointed chin's words were very rude, but Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief and expressed understanding of the behavior of the San Francisco patrol officers.

After all, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. As long as you are not the only one with law enforcement power, you will be disgusted by your competitors.

Wyatt couldn't let this tit-for-tat atmosphere go down, and he slapped the pointed chin aggressively:

"Asshole, let's wait and see!"

Then, before the sharp-chinned anger began to simmer, Wyatt opened the glass door and quickly left the archives with the other two people.

(End of chapter)