America 1881: Legend of the West

"Name?"

"Chen Jianqiu."

"Profession?"

"miner."

"Motive?"

Chen Jianqiu had no intention of answering this question. The two people sitting at the interrogation table in front of him seemed to have no much patience like him. He knew that according to convention, no matter what he said, they would make something up and then put it into his mind. Sent to the gallows.

"Judging from your knife skills in the tavern, you are a habitual offender, right? Can you tell me about it?" Johnny asked.

Chen Jianqiu still didn't answer, his expression was as usual, but he was looking at the window behind Johnny with interest.

"Is your injured hand okay?" His eyes fell on Johnny's injured hand, which was now wrapped in cotton gauze and looked a bit ridiculous.

Johnny was a little angry. He stood up and walked to the prisoner in front of him.

"Boy, aren't you moving very fast? Let me see if your head is as strong as your mouth." Johnny turned his head and said to the person recording, "Come here and hold him down for me."

The young man who was still recording was a little reluctant. As one of the few literate people in the town's police station, he was really unwilling to help the rough cowboy in front of him.

The young man came around behind Chen Jianqiu, held his head with one hand, and framed his neck with the other.

"Brother, be careful, your officer's punch is not very reliable." Chen Jianqiu suddenly spoke.

The young man was still thinking about what he meant by this, but a fist had already been punched at him. He suddenly felt that the head of the person pinned under him shook a little, but it didn't seem to shake, but he received a solid punch in the stomach.

"Sir, I..." The young man held back the pain and shouted, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt like he was punched in the arm again. The force of the punch was so strong that the young man felt that his arm was about to break. This time it seemed that the person in front moved his shoulder. But I clearly held him down.

"Johnny!" the young man was furious. He no longer cared about honorifics. "You're fucking hitting me!"

Johnny was also stunned. He was obviously targeting Chen Jianqiu's face and chest.

"Let me tell you, your officer's boxing skills are terrible." Chen Jianqiu smiled playfully.

Johnny stopped, and the young man let go of his hand.

"Damn it, this yellow man is a wizard, throw him into jail quickly and hang him together tomorrow." Johnny murmured.

"It's best to crucify him or something when the time comes. I'll go to the priest to find some holy water." The young man added.

The police station is not big, with offices on the first floor, interrogation rooms on the second floor, and small cells in the basement on the first floor.

Chen Jianqiu was taken down and pushed into one of the cells. He observed the surrounding environment. There was only a small lighting window at the top of the basement. And his "neighbor" was the black man, separated from him by only an iron fence. Opposite him, the Indian was imprisoned.

The black guy was lying comfortably on the bench in the cell, as if he was used to this kind of place.

"Hey, brother, what did you say to them?" When Brother Black saw Chen Jianqiu being pushed in, he immediately turned over and climbed up, approaching the iron fence. "My name is Sean, what's your name?"

"My surname is Chen." Chen Jianqiu did not look at the talkative black man, but repeatedly observed the environment in the cell.

If the execution was to take place on the gallows in the center of town tomorrow, then he would have to find a way to create some chaos. With my own skills, it shouldn't be difficult to escape, but there is a risk of being shot. How do I leave this town? Pick up the train?

"Hey, Chen, what do you think they will do with us?" Sean didn't care at all about Chen Jianqiu's attitude and was still talking.

"They plan to hang us tomorrow." The response was as calm as water, but to the black man, it was no less than a thunder. Sean held his head and wailed, sitting back in his chair.

"If you don't believe me, just listen." Chen Jianqiu pointed at their heads.

The floor was so thin that they could hear the sounds from the office on the first floor clearly.

"Sir, what are the charges for those three people?"

"Burglary, murder, arson, any combination of the two is enough to hang them." This was obviously Johnny's voice.

"Then how do you write down the identities of these three people?"

"Editor, the worse it is, the better. The Indian, the habitual murderer, the Chinese, um, the gangster. As for the nigger, the thief, look at his sly look." Johnny replied again, " I finished compiling it today, ah, no, it’s finished. I’ll try them in public tomorrow and hang them.”

Sean's face turned even darker, and he felt like he was about to cry.

But Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment, then suddenly lowered his voice and asked Sean: "You are a thief, right?"

Brother Hei smiled awkwardly, which was worse than crying: "Well, I, just, occasionally..."

"Let me tell you, although I have been in the United States not long ago, I have come to a conclusion." Chen Jianqiu continued to whisper to Sean, "If these Lord Bai say that you have weapons, you'd better have them; they say that you are a villain, You better be.”

He pointed to the lock on the door of the black man's cell, "It shouldn't be difficult for you to open this lock."

Sean nodded, but then shook his head: "I need something sharp, and we can't defeat the guards outside."

"You don't have to worry about this. I said, whatever they say you are, you better be."

"If you can take me out, I have a way to avoid their pursuit." The Indian, who had been silent since he came in, suddenly spoke, using his less than proficient English, "My name is Feiniao, a puller. Kota warrior.”

Chen Jianqiu said nothing, just stared into the eyes of this Indian young man.

"Why are you going to kill the coal mine boss?" he asked suddenly.

"The man's original name was Robert, and he was a colonel in the U.S. Army. He has been hunting down my people since the end of the Civil War. Five years ago, he killed my father from behind, the greatest warrior of the Sioux tribe—— Crazy horse." Speaking of his father, Asuka's eyes sparkled with tears.

Chen Jianqiu nodded, pointed at his eyes with two fingers, and said to Feiniao: "Don't let revenge blind you, it can bring you strength, but you need more decisive decisions and more careful plans. "

He saw courage in this young man's eyes, but he was still easily swayed by emotions and needed experience.

He even forgot for a moment that he was also a young man in his 20s. Whether it was before or after time travel, although he could not recall the earlier memory of this body for the time being, subconsciously, he could feel that this body had once Been through a lot.

Asuka nodded and sat back again.

Chen Jianqiu looked back at the wooden bench in the prison, took a deep breath, and slapped the bench hard. The wooden surface of the stool sank an inch, revealing the slender iron nails embedded inside.

"What's the noise about?" The door to the basement was opened, and a head poked in. It was the young man who had just interrogated him.

However, he only saw the Chinese man holding the black man's collar through the iron fence. The two seemed to have had some kind of argument and looked at each other angrily.

"Can you two be quiet? We can go to hell together at this time tomorrow." The young man rolled his eyes and closed the door again.

Chen Jianqiu heard the sound of the door closing behind him, released his hand holding the black man's collar, and then handed him the slender iron nail held in his right hand.

"Is this okay?"

Sean gestured to the keyhole and nodded.

"Then let's do it tonight. Let's take a rest first." After Chen Jianqiu said that, he lay back on the bench that was a little crooked in the photo.

He looked at the ceiling and began to recall everything that had happened the night before.