Chapter 114 Passengers in the sleeper car

Author: Mosaic's Melancholy

Chapter 114 Passengers in the sleeper car

Not long after, the train continued to start again.

The originally expected fight in the carriage did not appear.

When detectives Pinkerton, holding rifles, appeared at the entrances of various cars, the people who were still glaring at each other like cockfighting, instantly returned to peace.

They seemed to have returned to the civilized world from the unordered wilderness and honestly surrendered to the spear.

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

Sean didn't know where to get a deck of cards, pestering the birds, Adam and Chen Jianqiu played cards, but Chen Jianqiu didn't seem to be interested.

Since he got in the car just now, he has been looking out the window.

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

"Flying bird, do you hate Scar Feather?" Chen Jianqiu asked suddenly.

Scarfeather, Asuka's former close friend, an Indian who grew up with him in the same tribe, became a traitor and eventually died with his wife under the gun of a white man.

Asuki's hand holding the card was shaking a little.

"I, I don't know."

"It's hard for me to say I don't hate him; I'm a little bit disappointed. Maybe he's going through something I haven't experienced, and he may not have figured it out,"

"But I have no way to blame him. As the leader of the tribe, I am the one who has not protected me well.

The Indian boy was as kind and simple as ever, and he fell into guilt and self-blame.

Chen Jianqiu remained looking out the car window without comment.

"Hey, alcoholic, your card fell to the ground." 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 and picked up the card and inserted it back into the stack of cards in his hand.

The game continued, and the black man who was addicted to being a big lover of food did not have the blessing of cheating and soon lost to the bottom.

"No more playing, no more money." Sean threw away the cards in his hand and lay on the chair with no desire to be together.

"Let's go, let's go to the sleeper carriage and Astor formed an expedition team." Chen Jianqiu stood up and patted Sean on the shoulder.

After the train started, the alert was further strengthened. None of the detectives in Pinkerton stayed in the rest carriage, guarding every connection.

For some reason, the guards of the sleeper car are now the tightest. The door leading to the ordinary car is directly locked, and there are five people guarding the door on this side.

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

The one who stopped them was the detective Pinkerton whom I met when I got off the car the night before.

"Hey, okay!" 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 was determined, "He is very good. If there is anything, I can help you take it."

"But thank you for your cigarette." He took out the pack of cigarettes, which was almost gone. "It tastes good, but it's too little."

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

The detective took it and smiled on his face: "Do you have a match?"

"What's the situation? It's 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 Indian attacked the train." The familiar detective lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. It felt like he was about to pass through the cigarette in his lungs in one breath.

Seven or eight times.

"That man is so amazing. He dealt with our four brothers in one go, and his technique is neat and neat." The detective looked bitter, "Everyone is very nervous now, so there is nothing he can do."

"Let's just look at Mr. Mark Twain and make sure he is intact. After all, he is our employer." Chen Jianqiu whispered, and he took out five notes from his arms and handed them to the five people.

The five people looked at each other and made a move away collectively. They walked to the connection, stood at the door of the car, and sucked the clouds and mists outside.

Chen Jianqiu took Sean in.

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

He gently pushed the first door.

The door was not tied up, and he pushed the door open a crack and observed the movement inside through the crack.

Mr. Mark Twain was lying on the table beside the window and writing quickly.

Chen Jianqiu pushed the door open and entered.

The writer was immersed in his own world and didn't notice anyone coming in at all, so when someone patted his shoulder behind him, he was shocked.

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

Chen Jianqiu shook his head and gave him a gesture of silence.

He walked to the bed and sat opposite the writer.

"Has Ast told you what he said 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 private rooms in this car?"

"No, Russell asked us to stay in our room, and we would have food delivered to us. If we had nothing to do, we should not come out. It is said that another attack on the train occurred."

The writer shook his head, and it seemed that he knew nothing, but he suddenly remembered something.

“The aisle outside was a little noisy this morning, I don’t know what’s going on.”

Chen Jianqiu nodded, and he instructed the writer to continue to stay in his room, so he left the room with Sean and brought the door to the room.

They came to the door of the second room.

This time, the door bolt was put on from the inside.

Chen Jianqiu took out a card from his arms, and there was a very erotic half-LUO woman on the front of the card.

He handed the card to Sean.

Sean looked over and over again.

"Cigarette card?" He looked at Chen Jianqiu in confusion.

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

But when he pressed his ear against the door, his expression changed and he showed an ambiguous smile.

"Boss, does this door have to be opened?" he asked lowered.

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

Sean bent down and reached the card into the gap in the door.

The movements are gentle and skillful, and there is no sound at all, just like an artist.

The door was gently pushed open inside,

Sean was about to continue looking inside along the crack in the door, but Chen Jianqiu broke his head back.

After confirming the man's appearance, Chen Jianqiu closed the door again, and the sound inside suddenly disappeared.

"This door has a very good sound insulation effect." Sean muttered.

They came to the door of the third room.

Just as they were about to do the same thing and go to confirm the identity of the passenger in the third room.

A sharp whistle came from the back of the carriage.

"Collection! Gather! The Indians are here!"

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