Rebirth in America

That night, Chuck and Little Richard went back to their room to drink as usual. They don't dare to have too much fun now, and they should wait until later to find women.

These two guys didn't know that they were about to be in trouble, and they still wanted to have some fun.

Chuck found a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and shook it, but it was still full. He uncorked the bottle with a cork and poured two glasses of wine.

The scarlet liquid rippled in the wine glass, exuding an alluring aroma of wine. Before you even start drinking, you are already feeling drunk.

"This cup is for you! This cup is for me!"

Chuck smiled and handed the cup to Little Richard, and the two of them not only enjoyed the women together, but also enjoyed the wine together.

"We're hiding here drinking, why don't we ask others to come with us?"

"No, don't call them. There is only one bottle of red wine left today, which is not enough for the two of us."

"Well, that's true, forget it. Alex and Buddy don't like drinking anyway, lest they waste such good wine."

The two of them drank a few sips casually, then felt a little drunk and started to feel dizzy.

Little Richard felt a little strange and asked: "What kind of wine did you drink today? Why is it so strong?"

Chuck shook his head vigorously to wake himself up: "No, it's still the bottles of red wine."

"That's weird, I don't drink alcohol so quickly..."

Just as he was talking, Little Richard fell down with a "plop". Chuck was startled. He wanted to reach out to help him, but he didn't expect that he also fainted. The moment before he passed out, he was thinking that there was something wrong with the wine.

Not long after they fell, there was a knock on the door: "Room service! Sir, please open the door."

After more than ten seconds, the people outside noticed that there was no sound inside, so they pushed the door open and entered. Two people who looked like waiters came in. They had come to the hotel temporarily in the past few days. The manager of this hotel has some unclear connection with the Ku Klux Klan, so it would be easy to recruit a few temporary workers.

The two waiters came in pushing a small cart, which was a dining cart with some frozen red wine on it. They had the opportunity to come in on the pretext that they wanted to deliver drinks to Chuck and the other two. The two bodyguards who were originally guarding the door were also distracted by other things. Without Chuck's order, the bodyguards would not come in without permission.

For now, no one will notice that Chuck and Little Richard have been drugged, and the bottle of red wine left in the room has long been drugged. They picked the right time and walked in to transport the two fainted guys out.

Chuck and Little Richard were lifted and placed under the cart. Covered with a white cloth, no one could detect it as long as it was not inspected. It just happened unexpectedly. The white cloth couldn't cover both of them, no matter how hard it was pulled.

"Hey, these two guys are too big and heavy."

"There's nothing we can do about it. We can't transport them out one by one."

"How about we just build one side and walk against the wall on the other side so no one can see it."

"Well, that's a solution."

After rearranging the position of the white cloth, I finally covered one side and couldn't care about the other side. They planned to have one person push from behind, while the other would pretend to be passing by and cover from the side.

After doing it, the two pushed the cart out and locked the door. In this way, no one will find the problem until at least tomorrow, and as long as there is enough time, they can complete the task smoothly.

Since there were two big men in it, the car was very heavy and it was a bit difficult to push. Fortunately there is an elevator, otherwise it would be really difficult to transport people out. They were pushing and chatting, and everything looked normal to outsiders.

At this time, Alex planned to go downstairs to find something to eat. Now he has developed the habit of eating late-night snacks after the performance. The elevator door opened, and two waiters came in. They looked quite strange, but they were also very ordinary people.

"Hello! Which floor do you want to go to?" Alex asked with a smile.

"Uh, go to the first floor!"

"OK!"

After pressing the door-closing button, the elevator closed the door and moved down slowly. There are not many floors in this hotel, and we quickly reached the first floor. Alex saw them pushing the cart and wanted the other person to leave first. To his surprise, those two people refused to leave.

One of the waiters made a gesture politely and said: "Please first!"

"Thanks!"

Alex was stunned for a moment, nodded with a smile, and then walked out avoiding the car.

He came to the kitchen and prepared to make some special dinner by himself. Not surprisingly, I encountered that ugly looking dog again. The dog seemed to follow him, and every night he would run to the kitchen and give it something to eat while waiting for him to cook.

"Ha, you're here again! You're really on time."

Alex hummed a tune and flipped through the rest of the book at random. Westerners don't like to eat green vegetables, and at most they eat fruit salad. He can't find a special Chinese dish like Chinese cabbage. He could only cook some meat dishes, and finally he made braised pork.

Looking at the fragrant braised pork, his mouth watered. The dog stretched its neck as if it wanted to eat the meat.

"Okay, okay! Come on, I'll give you this piece of braised pork, and the rest is mine!"

After throwing a large piece of meat to the dog, he found a plate to put it on, holding a knife and fork, planning to have a full meal. After eating for a while, my mind kept thinking about what happened in the past few days. For some reason, I kept thinking about the two waiters pushing the dining cart.

"Huh? Food truck!"

Alex suddenly stopped eating meat. He felt a little strange because he hadn't seen the two waiters pushing the dining cart here for so long. Logically speaking, they should pass by the kitchen.

He recalled the memory just now. In his memory, he saw the wall of the dining car near the elevator. Through the reflected image, he could see that there seemed to be something in the dining car.

"That thing looks like a human!"

In the end, Alex concluded that the dining car contained people, not food or other debris. After connecting what happened in the past few days, he stood up suddenly and ran out to find someone.

Soon the bodyguards discovered that Chuck and Little Richard were missing. Some clues found in their room could tell that the two waiters were hiding two living people in their car. Some of the carpets where the dining car passed had deep wheel tracks, which explained everything.

"What to do! The Ku Klux Klan captured them, should we call the police!"

"Call the police? We have no reason to prove that they were captured by the Ku Klux Klan."

"Calling the police can at least make the KKK restrain themselves, and it may bring them back."

"It's too late to call the police. The Ku Klux Klan must have prepared everything before taking action. By the time we find the two of them, they will probably be two burnt corpses."

Everyone talked about it, and finally the tour manager decided to call the police and also sent some bodyguards out to look for him.

No one is very optimistic about this approach, so they can only do their best to accept fate.

Alex tried hard to recall what he had just seen. He took out a piece of paper and drew the appearance of the two waiters. I asked someone to ask, but when I found the manager, I found that the manager couldn't be found either. Fortunately, some of the waiters on duty recognized these two people.

After getting the addresses of the two waiters, Alex couldn't help but cheer up and immediately went out with a group of bodyguards to look for them. When they rushed to one of the waiters' homes, they found that the home was empty and had to change directions immediately.

Chuck fell asleep in a daze, feeling that the sky and the earth were shaking, making him very dizzy. He struggled to stand up and find a place to lean on. Unexpectedly, he found that it was shaking no matter what.

"Hey! What happened?"

He opened his eyes and saw some figures dangling in front of him, and then he realized that he was being carried around with his hands and feet tied up.

"Hey, hey, hey! What do you want to do?"

Chuck started to panic, and those people didn't answer his words. His vision became clearer and clearer, and it turned out that the people carrying him were people wearing white robes, masks, and pointed hats. These people were like ghosts, silent and just carrying him away.

Ku Klux Klan! It’s really the Ku Klux Klan!

His mind suddenly came to his senses, and his whole body was so frightened that he was dripping with sweat. UU Reading www.uukｎshu.net has only heard of this image from the mouths of old people, and even seen it in newspapers. I didn't expect that when we met for the first time, we would be so close, almost face to face, cheek to cheek.

At this time, he heard a familiar voice yelling.

"Put me down quickly! Put me down quickly!"

It turned out that Little Richard had woken up a long time ago, and the men tied him to a cross. Under the cross, a lot of firewood was piled up, as if something was being barbecued.

At this time, some people came from all directions holding torches. Each of these people wore white robes, masks, and pointed white hats. They circled and circled around the cross in the center of the clearing.

Chuck was also tied to the cross, and he and Little Richard were tied back to back. It is a bit difficult to tie two people up so high. After all, this is a huge cross. There is no crane tower or anything like that. It takes some time to complete it by hand.

It looked like they had tied up Little Richard for some time, and it was unknown how long it had been before anyone at the hotel noticed they were missing. All in all, they are really in danger this time and are doomed.

Their concerns are justified. According to records, from 1889 to 1941, 3,811 incidents of lynching of black people occurred in the American South. Equivalent to several extreme southern states, one black man was killed in popular lynchings in each state every month.

To make matters worse, not long ago, the "Little Rock Incident" occurred in the United States. Several serious cases have occurred in several southern states in the United States, all of which were cases of black people being attacked by white people.