The house is not spacious, nor does it look like it can hold much history, but now, the scenes inside are so weird that they could be used in several different types of movies.
There were five dead people lying on the ground. Three of them died from gunshots and died immediately. Although the remaining two people did not die from gunshots, their deaths were even more miserable and strange than that. Their bodies were surrounded by
There were large areas of dried blood, and their faces were stained black with their own blood. However, there were no obvious injuries on their bodies. There was only one possibility, that is, these two people died of poisoning, and it was
An extremely violent and overbearing poison. It is worth noting that among the two people who died of poisoning, one of them, a man with loose curly hair, lost a hand. From the jagged fractures and not much left
Judging from the blood stains related to it, it should have been cut off abruptly after death.
It is naturally very strange for a wooden house with a cozy appearance to be transformed into a murder scene with blood splattered everywhere. However, compared with the scene on the other side of the house, the murder scene here seems a little old-fashioned.
A woman with bloodstains and minced meat on her face was hanging from the beam. Her body, which had lost all her strength, swayed again and again in the wind and snow outside, causing the beam and the bed tied at the other end of the rope to creak.
Lying on the bed was an elderly, well-dressed black man. There was no doubt that he was dead, but he did not die immediately. His lower body was rotten, and the blood that flowed from it dyed the sheets red.
No matter who takes a look at it, they will feel a chill in their lower body.
For a man, it must be very painful for a man to have his key parts beaten like this, and to die from excessive blood loss obviously due to such injuries. But the strange thing is that the old black man's expression before he died was one of relief.
and a satisfied smile, which is not at all like the final expression that a person who was seriously injured and watched his life passing by quickly should have.
Next to the blood-stained bed, a young white man leaned against the bed. His thigh was hit by a bullet, and the blood flowing from it extended to the door of the room. He also made no sound. There is no doubt that, although his
The injury was the lightest among all the dead people present, but if he did not receive timely treatment, this injury would still kill him. Like the old black man, his expression was also one of relief, and no one knew.
Of course, no one knows what happened between them, and what reconciliation they had in the last moments of their lives.
Brandy stood at the door of the house. Although his body was tall, he could not completely block the wind and snow. He was a little confused, maybe a little scared, and more disgusting. The feeling in his stomach was almost unbearable.
This reaction was even greater than the first time he shot and killed someone. He thought he had seen big scenes and didn't know why he had such a strong reaction.
"If you want to vomit, I suggest you finish vomiting outside before coming in. This place is already dirty enough." At this time, the mysterious man's voice came. He sat in the bar of this small shop as if nothing happened and took a sip.
Brandy was placed on the bar, writing and drawing in a small black notebook of his, while giving instructions to Brandy as always.
Brandi listened to his advice, turned her head away from the door, and vomited heartily for a while.
When Brandi felt like he was about to vomit out everything he had eaten in his previous life, he finally felt better, turned around and closed the door.
"The door bolt was damaged by a bullet. If you want to close the door, there are hammers, nails and boards nearby," the mysterious man continued to order, "Oh, by the way, at least two nails are needed. One nail is not enough."
Brandy now feels a little exhausted, so he has no energy to question the mysterious man's order. Anyway, he didn't say anything wrong. Regardless of whether he said it or not, this is what Brandy must do. It's just that.
However, being criticized in this way will inevitably produce some negative emotions in your heart.
After a burst of hammer hammering, the increasingly violent sound of wind and snow was finally blocked outside the door. Brandy was so tired that she collapsed on the ground and cursed: "nnd, this broken door is really difficult to maintain."
"If you're hungry, there's still stew in the stew pot over there. Although it's been there for a few days, I think it should still be edible," the mysterious man said. "If you're thirsty, there's brandy here. If you don't like it, there's a wine cabinet.
There is other wine in it." As he said that, he raised the wine glass in his hand.
"No, thank you for your kindness, but I can't eat or drink anything now," Brandy struggled to stand up, found a good chair and put herself in, then looked at the mysterious man and said, "
Now, can you explain what is going on here?"
"Cops and gangsters killing each other, gangs fighting, conspiracy and assassination are all possible, I don't care."
"So many people have died, and they're all so fucking weird, and you're telling me you don't care?" Brandy couldn't hold back her anger.
The mysterious man did not speak, but continued to write something in his notebook.
"Aren't you here just to do business with the people here? Now that everyone is dead, you don't care about human lives, don't you care about this business?" Brandy asked again.
"What you said here is a little flawed," the mysterious man corrected without raising his head, "I am here for my own business, but I am not doing business with the people here. To me, their survival is not important.
But after they die, they will become relatively important."
"Who are you?" Brandi's hand has already touched the handle of his revolver.
"I told you, I'm a settler," the mysterious man put his little notebook into his pocket, stood up from his seat in front of the bar, looked at Brandy, and said, "I advise you to be patient, Brandy."
Di Munny, I don’t know what twists and turns of the story happened here, and I’m not in the mood to know. It doesn’t mean anything to me, but I know the identities of these people. If you don’t mind, let me introduce them to you.
"
He no longer cared whether Brandi had released his state of readiness, and continued to introduce the identities of the deceased to Brandi: "Let's start from here, this black-faced leftover lying on the bed.
Gun Ranger's name is Marquis Warren. You may or may not know him. He once served in the U.S. Army, with an rank of colonel, and participated in the Civil War with outstanding military exploits. After retiring, he became a
In the bounty hunting business, he has never left a prisoner alive in his hands, and he is a legend in this business."
He pointed to the young white man leaning on the bedside and said: "This man's name is Chris Manix. He has nothing worth saying about himself, but his father is the leader of the Lemoyne raiders. Although he is now like this
At that time, they still burned, killed and looted in Lemoyne to show their resistance to the government."
The mysterious man's eyes moved up and stopped on the female body that was hung high, and said: "This lady's name is Daisy Domoge, a veteran member of the Howling Wolf Gang, and she carries a $1,000 bounty on her back.
You must be familiar with the Howling Wolf Gang, so I won’t go into details."
"As for the few on the ground," the mysterious man said, looking at the dead bodies on the ground, "the three who were shot to death were all here to save this woman, and they all carried a bounty of at least 1,000 US dollars on their bodies. The other two
One was poisoned, one was named John Russ, a legendary bounty hunter, nicknamed "The Hangman" because every prisoner in his hands would be sent to the execution ground alive, and the other was named O.B.
It's John Ruth's coachman."
The mysterious man pointed to a floor that was heavily stained with blood, and said to Brandi: "You lift this floor."
"Ah? Why?"
"It makes sense for you to uncover nature, uncover it."
Brandi lifted the wooden board as he was told, and the scene in front of him made him say "fuck". Under the wooden board was a small cellar, and in the cellar lay a man's corpse, with a powerful bullet on the head of the corpse.
The bullet penetrated it, and only half of it remained, proving that the head indeed once existed.
"This man's name is Jodi Domoge. He is the leader of this group of people, but he is not the leader of the Howling Wolf Gang. This man carries a reward of US$5,000, which I have to say is indeed a large amount of money."
The mysterious man ended his lengthy introduction. Brandy was only confused at the moment: "What is the purpose of bringing me here and introducing these people to me?"
"Well, it seems that you are a smart person. You should treat smart people the same way you treat smart people. My way is to get straight to the point and to the point." The mysterious man nodded and walked to Brandi, "First of all,
I want to ask you, what do you think of the situation here?"
Brandy looked at the scene around her and said, "I don't think there's anything to say."
"oh?"
"Such things shouldn't be uncommon in this country. Bounty hunters and criminals, hounds and wolves, bite each other and innocent people will always lose their lives. This is just another tragedy, isn't it?"
"It seems like you don't see bounty hunters as kind-hearted people?"
"Bounty hunter?" Brandi smiled, "It's just for money. I just happened to choose this career and work for the judiciary. As for kindness, I don't think you can talk about it."
"Then what do you think a good person is like and what a bad person is like?"
"Such a definition should not be made by me, but by society and people. Those who they think are just and good are good people, and those who think evil and ugly are evil people, although the facts may be quite different."
Randy expressed his views very frankly.
"A very novel point of view," the mysterious man raised his eyebrows and said, "So, do you want to be a good person or an evil person?"
Brandy sneered and said, "I don't want to be a good person, nor do I want to be a bad person. I just want to spend this life the way I want. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
"Interesting, you are very interesting. It seems that my time was not in vain." The mysterious man's expression finally changed, and a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Then the last question, are you willing to play a game with me?
"
"Tell me, Mr. Sphinx."
The mysterious man ignored Brandy's teasing, took out a small box from his arms, and said: "In this box, there are four different coins, each one represents a different meaning. All you have to do is take one from it."
Remember, you can only take one."
"That's it?"
"Yes, that's it."
"You call this a game?"
"In my opinion, it is like this."
Brandy really wanted to shoot this man in the face and make his head more shattered than the unlucky guy in the cellar, but for some reason, he instinctively didn't dare to pull out the gun, even though the man didn't do anything except babbling.
No matter what other characteristics he showed, Brandi's intuition told him: this man is not an ordinary danger.
At this point, cooperation is the only way. Brandy reached into the open box, fumbled for a while, and took out a shiny silver coin from inside.
This coin is very strange. It is silver, but judging from the feel, it is not silver. It is unreasonable to say that it is made of iron, chromium, nickel and other metals, because such a coin does not have the unique glow of silver coins.
One side of the coin is engraved with the word "3" in Arabic numerals, while the other side is engraved with a soaring eagle and two crossed revolvers as decoration.
"This is..." Brandy looked at the coin doubtfully.
"It's the 'Eagle'..." The mysterious man's eyes changed for the first time, as if the calm ancient well suddenly had waves, but soon he returned to his usual indifferent expression and said: "Keep it,
At the critical moment, I can save your life." After saying that, he walked out the door.
"Where are you going?" Brandy asked.
"Go where I should go." The mysterious man didn't look back.
"Who are you? Are the deaths of these people related to you? What do you mean when you say so many crazy things to me? What are your intentions?" Brandy simply threw away all her questions.
out.
"Young people, you must know how to accept the unknown and don't always ask for details," the mysterious man's figure drifted out of the room, but his voice still echoed around him, "If you have insomnia, remember to drink some wine, preferably brandy, to help you sleep.
"
The mysterious man left, and "Minnie's Men's Clothing Store" was once again invaded by the wind and snow. Brandi had no choice but to work hard on the damn broken door.
When the hammering sound finally stopped, Brandy was exhausted. At this time, he didn't care about the corpses in the room and the lingering smell of blood. He just wanted to have a drink and find a place to stay.
A place to sleep.
The wine glass was filled by him, and the wine glass was emptied by him.
Brandy's drinking capacity should be pretty good, but this time, he only had one drink, and the world in front of him began to spin.
His body fell heavily to the floor, like those dead bodies lying on the floor.
The only difference is that he can still breathe heavily like a drunken person. This chapter has been completed!