Time Traveler

Liu Yanzhi began to track down the captain officer. He would not start rashly until the identity of the other party was determined. He would kill the innocent by mistake. He was afraid that if the Cunningham family descendants were left behind, all his efforts and sacrifices would be It was all in vain.

　　 The long tracking started. The captain and his friend were staying in a hotel in San Francisco. Liu Yan went straight to the front desk to check the name of the guest. The white receptionist rolled his eyes and ignored the Asian.

A silver coin was thrown on the counter. The rule in the world is that money can make ghosts go around. The receptionist quickly put the silver coin in his pocket. This is a dollar, which is equivalent to a day’s salary of an ordinary employee. number.

　　 The receptionist looked up the register seriously and said with relief: "Sir, your friend Captain George Cunningham does live here. There is also a Mr. Wilde in the same room."

　　 "Thank you." Liu Yanzhi just wanted to leave. Seeing the receptionist's eager expression, he smiled contemptuously, and threw another twenty-five cent coin.

　　 "Sir, wait a minute, I have a message that may be of interest to you." The receptionist winked his eyes, looked left and right, and twisted his fingers. This is also a universal gesture. He also wanted to get some extra money by selling the information of the guests.

　　 Liu Yan straightly took out the purse and shook it. It was full of gold and silver coins. These were the US dollars he exchanged in Shanghai. The sound of jingle bells was pleasant and extremely attractive.

　　 The receptionist licked his lips: "They entrusted the hotel to buy two train tickets on their behalf. I guess you must really want to be with them."

　　 Liu Yan directly took out a five-dollar gold coin and threw it over: "Book one for me. It needs the same train and the same car."

　　……

The train was advancing in the desolate western wilderness. The wheels rolled over the railroad tracks and made a monotonous rhythmic sound. The scenery outside was the same. The Pacific Railroad that connects the east and the west of the United States is boring. It is said that there is a Chinese worker under every sleeper. Of course Liu Yanzhi knows this history, but he is different from those tragic Chinese workers. He is a distinguished passenger sitting in the first class.

The trains that traverse the North American continent are equipped with sleeper cars and dining cars, with luxurious decoration and complete facilities. There was no shortage of Chinese in the western United States in the early twentieth century, so the existence of Liu Yanzhi will not attract the attention of other passengers, George Cunningham The captain and his friend Wilde were sitting in the dining car while enjoying a delicious meal while chatting. Of course, they mentioned the most recent incidents in China.

Wilde was a journalist with the army. He followed the US army in the battle to capture Tianjin and Beijing. He kept keeping a diary every day, describing this civilized and backward war from the perspective of a journalist. He eloquently said, Canning Listen quietly, sometimes with emotion.

　　 "George, I must ask you, do you have friends in China?" Wilde asked suddenly.

　　 "Of course, you are my friend." Captain Cunningham replied.

"No, I mean the kind of yellow-skinned Chinese with pigtails on the back of your head. Maybe you used a Chinese maid in San Francisco, or spent money in their laundry shop? Anyway, have you hit the Chinese? Have a deal?"

　　 "No, I have never dealt with any Chinese or even Asians." Cunningham denied.

"That's weird." Wilde rubbed his chin, lost in thought, "It is said that more than one Chinese is looking for you. They are looking for you in Beijing, looking for you in Shanghai, and doing everything possible to inquire about your whereabouts, but you say you don't know any China. People, what is going on?"

　　 "Follow him, maybe it's the same name." Cunningham didn't take it seriously.

　　 "No, it won't be the same name. They are calling for Captain George Cunningham of the 9th Infantry Regiment of the U.S. Army." Wilde said, "Who else is there besides you?"

　　 Cunningham shrugged and joked: "Perhaps the ancient Chinese witchcraft is guiding them. I have a secret treasure hidden in me, hahaha."

　　 The topic did not continue. Wilde asked about Cunningham's condition. It turned out that the captain was sick and took a long vacation. At the same time, he was also considering retirement. This uniform would not last long.

　　 While they were talking, Liu Yanzhi was sitting in the back row, pretending to read a newspaper, listening to other people's conversations with both ears, but the most important information was not obtained, that is, whether Cunningham has children.

　　 The train passed through the Nevada Desert and the Great Salt Lake in Utah. The magnificent New World style was very different from the Chinese landscape paintings. After seven days of trekking, Cunningham and Wilde arrived in the eastern United States and transferred to Boston, Massachusetts.

Liu Yanzhi followed all the way. Although he tried his best to disguise, he still missed his feet. Wilde found him. He was suddenly alert and quietly told Cunningham that there was a Chinese who had been following us from the West Coast, perhaps for you. of.

　　 Captain Cunningham is not afraid, he is a soldier after all.

　　 "If he wants to do something to me, he has to ask if my gun is acceptable." Captain Cunningham took out a Colt revolver from the cabinet and loaded six bullets into the magazine.

　　 Having said that, for the safety of his wife, he still sent a telegram to the famous Pinkerton Detective Agency and asked them to send someone to investigate this mysterious Chinese.

The Pinkerton Detective Agency is actually the largest private investigative agency in the United States. People trust it even more than federal law enforcement. The detectives of Pinkerton are not only good at investigating crimes, but also proficient in security services. Cunningham can be considered right. Two days later, two capable young men came to New York, but they searched Boston and couldn't find the Chinese.

Liu Yanzhi hid in the nearby forest, day and night, high and high. After his careful investigation and analysis, he concluded that Captain Cunningham’s wife was not pregnant, which means that he did not need to cut the grass and roots and kill more. He made a special weapon for Cunningham, the poison dart in the blowpipe, and in order to make this thing, he also specially caught a poisonous snake.

Late one night, Cunningham was writing a letter in his study on the second floor. Suddenly he felt a tingling in his neck. When he touched it with his hands, he touched a wooden thorn. He felt numb all over, breathing hard, and unable to shout. Come, in a hurry, he overturned the chair.

　　 When the two detectives guarding downstairs heard the movement rushing up, Cunningham was already lying on the floor and murmured: "Help me..."

　　 God can't save him. What he sees is the poisonous blood that seals the throat. After the enzymes in the venom enter the blood, the blood in the whole body will become solidified like pudding. Fortunately, death is not painful.

George Cunningham died. The news of his death was published in the local newspaper in Boston. On the street after the rain, Liu Yan, dressed as a gentleman, paid a nickel coin to buy a newspaper as evidence to take back. His mission was finally over, but he had to How long he stays in this era, he has no bottom.

On the day Liu Yan went straight, Cunningham’s funeral was held as scheduled. It was a winter in Boston, with bleak winds and cold rain. Susan Cunningham, the survivor, was crying with rain. Husband’s friend Wilde wore black mourning clothes and placed a flower on it. On the coffin in the grave.

　　 The funeral is over, but the incident is far from over. Pinkerton Office promised to investigate and give Susan an explanation.

　　 The Cunningham's house is a 100-year-old wooden house. The male owner and his parents have died, and there is only one seedling. Now only his wife Susan is left. Wilde is packing and preparing to leave, but considering Susan's mood, he hesitates again.

　　 At night, the door was knocked, and Wilde opened the door. Susan stood in the doorway in her pajamas, with a look of horror: "The Chinese has appeared again!"

　　 Wilde quickly turned around and drew the revolver from under the pillow, flipped the hammer off, searched all over the room, and naturally found nothing. Probably this was just Susan's illusion.

　　 "John, I'm afraid, can you hug me?" Susan trembled all over, pitiful.

　　 Wilde hesitated for a moment, and opened his warm embrace to comfort his friend's widow.

　　 "I'm cold, hold tight, tighter." Susan whispered.

　　……

Half a month later, Liu Yan went straight back to San Francisco and stayed in a hotel near the port, waiting for the cruise ship from Shanghai to arrive. It is now the midwinter of early 1901, but San Francisco is warm as spring. Two days later, the giant ship docked at the port. First and second-class passengers disembarked first, followed by a large number of thin and dry Chinese with pigtails.

Liu Yan stood on the balcony of the hotel and looked at the direction of the port. After the US passed the Chinese Exclusion Act, the large-scale Chinese labor movement has ceased, but there are still a large number of compatriots who have traveled across the oceans and left their homes to find their dreams for gold. This will be the United States a hundred years later. What the black president said about the American dream.

There was a conversation from downstairs. The eastern accent was asking the front desk if there is a Chinese living here. Liu Yan felt straightforward. He didn’t expect the detective from Pinkerton Office to chase here. He immediately climbed from the balcony. The room next door.

As he climbed the balcony, a Chinese woman appeared on the springboard to disembark. She was wearing a Chinese dress, walking a little staggering, and was followed by an honest man who wanted to help but did not dare to touch the woman's body~www.wuxiaspot .com~ It's just a virtual hold, and I have to drag my luggage with my other hand.

　　 The two people got off the boat. The woman retched and touched her belly with a happy smile on her face, but after a while her smile was replaced by melancholy.

　　 "Miss, is this San Francisco? Do you think my uncle is here?" The man spoke in Hunan dialect.

　　 "He is here, even if he is not in San Francisco, he is in this country." The lady replied.

Liu Yanzhi deliberately made a little movement and led the two detectives away from the hotel. He went around in a circle and came back. He took the luggage and went downstairs to check out. He left through the back door and walked with his front foot. The man and woman came in and wanted to drive. Live in two rooms.

　　The waiter of Chinese descent helped them to register. Both of them were from Qing Dynasty. The female was Lin Su and the male was Chen Asheng. After registration, the waiter led them to the room on the second floor.

　　 "Asheng, maybe my uncle has lived here too." Miss Lin suddenly became excited.

　　 At this time, Liu Yanzhi was dealing with the detectives. He hated this cat-and-mouse game. He simply set up a trap, lured the two detectives to a quiet place and stunned, tied them up and threw them into the train bound for the east.

　　 The cruise ship added coal and water at the port. Passengers heading to China began to board the ship. Liu Yanzhi solved the detective and went to the port with his luggage. He showed his ticket to board the ship, settled his luggage, and boarded the deck to finally look at San Francisco.

　　 On the hotel balcony in the distance, Lin Su was also looking out at the sea.

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