Brooklyn, New York in 1929, was not a place where blacks and people of color lived, as later generations did, and the people who lived here were still predominantly whites.

It was late at night, the street lights on Elder Avenue had gone out, and the whole street was dimly lit with few pedestrians.

In the back alley of the street, under a lush cypress tree, Adel looked warily at either side of the alleyway, while across from him, on the other side of the alleyway, Clifford was trying to pick the lock of a side door for a garden.

There was silence all around, and no sound was heard, until Clifford on the opposite side raised his arm and moved towards this direction, and Adel breathed a sigh of relief, and walked quickly through the alleyway to Clifford's side.

"Pry open, shall we go in?" Collifford, pointing to the broken lock on the iron door, pushed the door again, and waited until the door opened a gap before he asked uncertainly.

"Of course, are you going to go back now?" asked Adair casually, pushing the door open and into the back garden.

The garden belonged to the small two-story building in front of it, and this was where Adel and the others were going to be tonight.

The small garden is planted with Milan, so that you can smell the strong smell of Milanese flowers outside the yard, this plant is not suitable for planting in New York, and the owner planted this kind of words in the yard, presumably to hide the smell of wine.

Entering the door, Smear walked through the garden full of Milanese flowers, and quietly walked to the back door, Adel reached out and held the doorknob, twisted it slightly, and it was so colorful, the back door was unlocked, and it opened with a light twist.

"Are we really going in?" asked Clifford, following in a somewhat apprehensive whisper, "Do you know where the clothes are?

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh

The lights were turned off in the room, and the light was even darker, and there was almost nothing to see. According to his previous impressions, Adel knew that the kitchen was located after entering the door, and after passing through the kitchen, there was a living room outside, and there should be no one here.

He took out the match he had prepared from his pocket, lit one, took a photo, and after determining the way, he groped his way to the living room.

"Adele, I'm a little flustered," Clifford whispered from behind, "for some reason, I'm definitely not right. ”

"Don't worry, Clifford," Adel said reluctantly, turning back and whispering, "I know where we need the clothes, remember when I came?" ”

After saying that, he turned around and continued to walk forward, he had already seen the way to the living room just now, he was afraid that he would forget it after a long time.

After walking five or six steps forward, it was estimated that I should have reached the door of the kitchen. Adel stretched out his arm and groped forward, touching the wall smoothly, and then, he followed the wall a little bit to the left, and found the location of the door.

Out of the door was the living room, and on the right hand side of the door was the staircase leading upstairs, Adelle's mind recalled, and at the same time, his hand continued to fumble beyond the door frame.

"Wait!" Just then, Clifford, who was walking behind, pressed his shoulder, and the guy whispered uneasily, "Adal, I, I seem to smell blood, yes, blood." ”

Adair shook his head impatiently, while his outstretched hand continued to fumble with the doorframe. Just as he was shaking his head, his hand suddenly touched something slimy.

He withdrew his hand, pinched his thumb and forefinger together, and rubbed it, yes, it was a slimy liquid, like oil, but it didn't feel like it.

At this moment, what Clifford had just said suddenly appeared in his mind, "The smell of blood!" Before Clifford fled to the United States, he was a member of the Northern Ireland Republican Army, he had fought with the British, and he had also been a killer, and people like him should be very sensitive to the smell of blood.

With a slump in his heart, Adel retracted his hand like an electric shock, took out the match in a panic, and struck a match impatiently.

First a bean-like fire rose in front of him, and as the flames grew larger, so did the light in front of him, and with this light of fire, Adel glanced at the place where he touched his hand—he guessed correctly, there was indeed blood on the wall, and it was a splattered stain of blood.

Looking in the direction where the blood splattered from, there was a staircase, but there was no body on the stairs, but there was a trail of blood that stretched upstairs.

"There's something going on here, let's go!" Clifford saw the scene as well, but his uneasiness disappeared.

Adel was also flustered, and he didn't want to stay here any longer.

"Boom!"

Just then, a dull sound suddenly came from upstairs, like a heavy sandbag falling on the wooden floor.

Immediately after, another woman's voice came: "Dalie, Dalie, hurry up and get that damn knife in the kitchen, remember not to turn on the light!"

"I'm scared ......," said another woman's voice timidly.

"I'm scared to go, do you want to go to jail?!" the first woman snapped.

Hearing this, Adair turned his head and exchanged glances with Clifford, who was standing behind him.

Apparently understanding what he meant, the guy took two steps forward, burrowed into the living room, and hid himself in the shadows.

Adel walked through the kitchen door and hid at the bottom of the stairs.

Soon there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and the footsteps were very small, and the person who came should have walked very carefully.

After waiting for about a minute, the sound of footsteps was close at hand, and faintly, Adel could still hear the woman's rapid gasp.

Adel didn't move, he waited for the woman to come into the kitchen, listened to him rummage through it, and finally came out again, and went back upstairs, and then crept up against the wall.

Quietly going upstairs, Adair hid around the corner of the stairs and peeked into the corridor on the second floor.

There was a faint light in the hallway, the light of candles, and it was coming down from the attic.

On the escalator in the attic, a naked woman is climbing up the stairs, and under the reflection of the candlelight, you can see the woman's slender figure, which should be a young girl.

Adel was a little curious, he didn't understand why the murderer had gone to great lengths to get the body from the first floor to the attic after they had killed someone.

However, Adel didn't care about that, he just wanted to steal two clothes and leave, if it wasn't for the conversation between the two women just now, he would have fled long ago.

Without stopping in the hallway, Adel walked lightly into the first bedroom on the right side of the hallway, the last time he came, he remembered this room, there was a large wardrobe in the room, and there were many suits hanging in it.

I entered the room in the dark, found the location of the wardrobe, and didn't care about choosing, Adel hugged a few casually, and carefully closed the wardrobe, and then went downstairs the same way.

Downstairs, Clifford hid in the kitchen door, and when he heard Diyar coming down from upstairs, he hurried over, handed him a small leather bag in front of Diar, and said, "Look, I found this in the living room." ”

Adair stuffed the clothes in his hand into Clifford's arms, and then took the small bag with his hand, didn't care about it at all, and said directly: "Hurry up, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it." ”

"Are we going to call the police?" he asked in a whisper that almost buried Clifford's clothes.

"Call the police?" Adair said as he pushed him out, "how do you explain the problem we have here? ”

Clifford didn't know what he muttered, but he didn't mean to object to Adal, so he went into the kitchen in front and into the garden through the back door.

Coming out of the house where the murder had just happened, the two people sneakily hid in the shadows of the street, observed for a while, and after repeatedly confirming that there was no one, they ran away with tonight's harvest.

In the woodland of the Hudson River, Clifford and Adair lit a bonfire and braved the sweltering heat to check their harvest.

Thanks to the backward 1929, this river beach is still a barren beach, according to Adelle's memory, this place should be the location of Yijing Park in the future, as for now, there is nothing here, otherwise, it is not easy for them to find a place where no one is.

There were a total of three suits, a shirt and two vests, but unfortunately, Clifford's figure was on the strong side, whether it was a shirt, a vest, or a suit, he couldn't wear it. Luckily, Adele's figure was similar to that of the owner of the clothes, and he could wear it.

But that's not enough, according to Adelle's plan, if he wants to dress up as a successful person, then he needs at least a pair of leather shoes, a watch, a bottle of men's perfume, a tie and a wallet. Of course, Clifford also needs to be outfitted, but it doesn't have to be so complicated.

Thankfully, the problem was inadvertently solved by Clifford, and in the small leather bag he had brought in his hand, there was a thick wad of dollars in cash, and Adair counted it, which was a full three thousand dollars, which was a lot of money.

With this money, all the problems were solved, and after buying those necessities, Adel even thought that there was still some leftover, and these leftover money could help him build the whole plan more perfectly.

"Adelle, what about those two murderers?" Clifford was a little absent-minded, still thinking about the murder that had happened in that house.

"Leave it alone," Adair said disapprovingly, "and that's none of our business. Besides, did you see the corpse? Maybe someone just killed a dog. Clifford, our plans are going to be implemented tomorrow, and our future is at stake, so forget about the irrelevant things. ”