The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

In the past few days, Zhao Chuanxin seemed relaxed, but in fact his nerves were always tense.

Prisoners, prison guards, wardens, including Charles Baker, a police detective with obvious evil intentions, everyone is a potential enemy, and except for Andrew Miller, everyone can be stabbed in the back at any time.

When he arrived at his new home, he immediately took out his sand and mud trowel gloves and locked the door tightly, making it impossible to get in or out.

Andrew Miller felt that he was omnipotent and could even appear unpredictably and kill his enemies just by summoning him.

No one knew that during this period, he would have the same nightmare over and over again whenever he fell asleep - having his head sniped by the mad Colonel Louis Verweide.

He spread out the new quilt and lay down on the bed to get a good sleep.

During this period of time, I hugged the queen every day, and I was not used to the coldness and softness of nephrite.

Wilhelmina was looking for a sense of security in him, so why wasn't he looking for comfort?

This night, I slept very soundly.

But Charles Baker was busy.

He was looking through Zhao Chuanxin's files.

Samuel Engel, Chinese name - Chen Yigeng.

35 years old, middle-level member of "An Liang Tang" in Chinatown.

Long term event on Mott Street.

Charles Baker sneered, this information was fake at first sight.

He immediately called Li Xiling, the master of Anliang Hall in Chinatown.

"Tom Lee, I'm Charles Baker."

"Detective, I haven't done anything wrong lately."

"Stop talking nonsense, I have something to ask you."

Li Xiling, who was wearing a green shirt, breathed a sigh of relief, took off his hat, and said relaxedly: "Please tell me."

"Do you have a man named Samuel Engel?"

"Uh..." Li Xiling pondered. They usually don't use English names internally, so they just feel familiar and can't remember who they are.

Charles Baker said in a bad accent: "The Chinese name is Chen Yigeng."

"Oh, yes, but you called too late. Even if he is guilty, he is already in jail."

"Which prison?"

"Manhattan Detention Facility."

Charles Baker asked some more questions about Chen Yigeng’s physical characteristics.

Zhao Chuanxin is about 6.1 feet tall, while Chen Yigeng is only 5.54 feet.

Zhao Chuanxin is strong and strong, while Chen Yigeng is very thin.

The prisons are also different.

The age doesn't seem to match either.

The situation was urgent at the time, and Edith Roosevelt's forged identity was full of loopholes.

Charles Baker followed the lead and found out through his connections in the First Precinct how Zhao Chuanxin got into prison and who he went with.

Based on the information he knew, he called John Rockefeller Jr.'s office.

Charles Baker teased: "Mr. Rich, you seem to be hiding something from me."

The call was answered by John D. Rockefeller Jr.'s secretary, Rich.

He said dissatisfiedly: "Detective, I didn't pay you to get to the bottom of this."

"Sir, you are right. But I need to know who I have provoked. Isn't this too much?"

Ricky pondered for a long time. He couldn't tell the truth, but he still had to give an explanation to Charles Baker.

This guy is the henchman of the Irish Dorrance Gang. He knows both black and white and is very slick.

He compromised and said: "You just need to know that Andrew Miller is insignificant. The person who wants to keep him has a high status, but that person will not make a big splash."

Seeing that Ricky was still vague, Charles Baker finally broke out: "Fuck, do you know that the people I sent were killed before they even reached the cell, and the prison guards didn't even see a ghost. Who did you provoke? ?A ghost?”

Ricky was shocked: "What are you talking about?"

Charles Baker recounted in detail what happened in Sing Sing Prison.

He said: "I will not refund the deposit, and there is no way to continue this matter. The warden of Xinxin Prison has already tightly protected Andrew Miller. That is the emperor of Xinxin Prison. You don't understand at all. , those powerful people you mentioned, what kind of patron saint did they hire for Andrew Miller? That’s it, goodbye..."

After saying that, he hung up the phone viciously.

After thinking for a while, Charles Baker picked up his coat, put it on his arm, put his hat on his head, and hurried out.

Although he no longer works for Rockefeller, he is narrow-minded and will retaliate.

Maybe he couldn't take action against Andrew Miller, but he didn't plan to let Zhao Chuanxin go, and wanted to collect evidence to send him to the electric chair in advance.

He went to the First Precinct, found colleagues with whom he had old relationships, and easily found out the whereabouts of Edith Roosevelt.

Because there were police following them around the clock to protect them.

After Charles Baker found out more about it, he went straight to the Waldorf Hotel.

This hotel is located at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street in Midtown Manhattan, the most luxurious business and shopping district.

There is a promenade called Garden Lane that connects the Waldorf Hotel to another hotel called the Astoria.

Many business elites and dignitaries stay here.

The two hotels were later demolished and the place was built into the famous Empire State Building!

Charles Baker looked up at the hotel and knew.

To be able to live here, one must be no ordinary person.

…

Zhao Chuanxin slept soundly.

He was awakened by the prison guard knocking on the door.

It was time to relax, and the prison guard came to open the door, but found that the cell door could not be pushed open no matter what.

Zhao Chuanxin yawned and stood up, removed the stones from the cell door and took back the sand.

"You go first, I will go by myself later."

Prison guard: "..."

So casual?

It feels like Xinxin Prison is like his backyard.

But the prison guards dared not say anything.

Zhao Chuanxin washed himself, had breakfast, and then stretched his body and swaggered to the playground under the complicated eyes of many prison guards.

The bitch Andrew Miller was talking to a group of people. When he saw him arriving, he ran over and said, "Sir, are you okay? I was under investigation yesterday and I didn't say anything I shouldn't have said."

"Well, very good." Zhao Chuanxin said perfunctorily and walked straight towards the Irish Gang.

Andrew Miller and the group of new members who joined the Chamber Pot God Cult followed step by step.

A group of Irish people froze when they saw Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a drawing board, a pen and a piece of paper from his trouser pocket.

It's outrageous. It's the first time I've seen someone take out such a big board from his trouser pocket.

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head and started drawing.

Andrew Miller stretched his head curiously, and Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "What are you looking at?"

"Forehead……"

Zhao Chuanxin made a few strokes, and the tattoo on the Irishman's body had already taken shape.

He handed it to the Irishman: "Have you seen this pattern?"

The Irish looked at each other, but said nothing.

Zhao Chuanxin gave Andrew Miller the drawing board and pen, took off his clothes, and followed the other prisoners in wearing only a vest, revealing his strong arms and regular geometric pattern tattoos.

"You don't want to give face, right? The gang is united, right?"

He twisted his neck, stretched his muscles, and waved to the Irish: "Don't say I won't give you a chance, let you be the first."

That day when I was fighting with others, even though I got hit a few times, I felt so good that I could release my inner fears and feel satisfied both physically and mentally.

An older Irishman coughed and said awkwardly: "We don't want to be your enemy, sir. The pattern you drew is the tattoo of the Dorrance Gang."

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this name, he felt it was very Irish.

He asked, "What's your connection to the Dorrance Gang?"

"It doesn't matter, there's no one of them here."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and stood on the grass field table: "Has anyone joined the Chamber Pot God Cult today?"

The grassland was silent for a moment. Two Chinese people and a few men wearing glasses came forward weakly: "Sir, we want to join."

"Very good." Zhao Chuanxin clapped his hands and laughed, shouting: "Don't miss it if you pass by. The God of Chamber Pots is free today and is recruiting disciples. On the last day, seize the opportunity. I don't want you to have a cigarette. I don't want you to have a cigarette." Post a pictorial, don’t hesitate, don’t linger, if you miss today, it’s in vain…”

"..."

Following his ups and downs, many undecided people unconsciously walked into the joining procession.

Andrew Miller was stunned.

Xin said that if he went to do promotions, he would definitely be a good player.

As Zhao Chuanxin poured stinky liquid on everyone's foreheads one by one, Andrew Miller named this group - the Stink Club.

Like a copycat Baptist church.

Those who were being baptized gathered together with their stinking foreheads.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw that the number of people in the Stink Club had expanded to more than forty.

This is the power of education.

Sing Sing is New York's largest and most notorious prison.

It holds no fewer than several thousand prisoners and is famous for its strict discipline and execution by electric chair.

You can't always use fear to control people's hearts. Zhao Chuanxin came to the grass field of the playground and said to the people of the Stinky Congregation: "Now, I would like to invite Father Andrew Miller to bless this grass field."

Bless the grass? I have never heard of such an outrageous thing.

Zhao Chuanxin said, winking at Andrew Miller.

Andrew Miller understood and began to pray.

After he finished talking nonsense, Zhao Chuanxin took out the Redemption Scepter from his trouser pocket and recited a spell: "Prisoner of Azkaban, funny and funny, the sharp edge is invisible, Wangwang shatters the ice..."

There are not many incantations left, next time I say Balabala Little Demon Fairy...

As he chanted in a low voice, liquid flowed from the top of the Redemption Scepter.

He spread the liquid evenly on the grass.

Suddenly, the stench filled the sky.

The stench was carried up the wall by a gust of wind.

Even the prison guards guarding the high walls couldn't stand it.

"vomit……"

Zhao Chuanxin immediately moved away from there, spread his arms and shouted: "Let us look forward to a miracle tomorrow!"

As a result, he created the only record since Sing Sing Correctional Facility was built in 1825 along the Hudson River in Ossining that prisoners were eager to return to their poor cells during break time.

Even Father Andrew Miller, the servant of the God of Chamber Pots, covered his nose and ran away from the scene.

It can be seen that this kind of killing does not distinguish between inside and outside.

It doesn't make any sense.

Because of the pervasive stench, even the prison guards on the wall left their posts without permission, which made the warden furious.

After hearing that it was Zhao Chuanxin who was responsible, he held back and waited for the consequences.

Anyway, no prisoners can break out of the encirclement amid this stench, otherwise they will be vomited to death.

In New York City's Madison Square Garden, Edith Roosevelt couldn't resist Wilhelmina's repeated requests and brought her here to watch the famous Buffalo Bill's "Wild West" team perform.

However, what they didn't know was that not far away from them, Charles Baker was disguised as a tourist and was following them every step of the way.

When Charles Baker heard Edith Roosevelt say: "Your Majesty, there are too many people here and it is a safety hazard..."

The word "Your Majesty" made his eyes suddenly light up.