Chapter 13: The Latin Lamp (Part II)
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Stepping on the woolen blanket in the hotel corridor, Gordon's steps slowed suddenly, as soft as a cat.
He stooped down and looked along the newly printed dust on the carpet until he saw his closed door.
The Ice Ju dagger slid into his palm, and Gordon took out several star darts with his other hand and quietly sneaked to the door. He looked at the crack in the door, and the silk that was trapped in it was gone. After a while, Gordon slammed open the door, turned over and jumped on the lintel, and lay still, the star dart gathering momentum.
The room was dark and silent, and no one came out. Gordon remained motionless, patiently waiting. After a few moments, he heard a slight inquiry from inside: "Shit?" β
Gordon jumped down, walked into the room, and opened the door.
"You're too careful, too." Freckles sat on an empty windowsill with his back to the night sky, dangling his legs as if he were going to jump off at any moment. He put on his makeup again, wore a gray suit and turban, wrinkled wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a tousled beard around his lips.
"Get used to it." Gordon saw a white envelope on the ground, presumably stuffed through a crack in the door.
Freckles chin at the envelope Nunu: "I came here around five in the afternoon and I saw this thing." β
Gordon picked up the envelope, which was unsigned and lacklustre, looking simple and plain. But the paper is surprisingly delicate, white as snow, so smooth that there is not a trace of uneven texture.
Gordon pulled out a piece of paper from his envelope and walked to the windowsill, reading the handwriting by the bright starlight outside. This is a message note, which is exactly the same as the paper of the envelope.
"Dear Sir, if you have any leisure, please go to the Temple of Allah this Friday afternoon for the gathering." Gordon whispered. There are only a few sentences on the huge paper, leaving a large blank space, and there is no payment, which seems a bit mysterious.
"The congregation is a gathering of believers to worship God. Every Friday is held at the temple and anyone who believes in Allah can participate, there are no restrictions. Freckles took the paper card and looked at it, and then threw it to Gordon, "This son of a bitch doesn't even have a name, or she's a big person, and it's inconvenient to disclose her identity; Either that, it's just tricking you and hanging you to the bait. β
"If it's a trick, it's probably the Storm Horse Thieves who are going to attack me. If it's the former, it's hard to say. It could be an enemy of the Storm Horse Thieves, or it could have another purpose. Gordon rubbed the smooth white paper with a crisp sound. This kind of paper is not a specialty of the land of sand, and it should be brought into the sand fox tribe by merchants and sold. It has excellent paper, and the price is bound to be high, and there are not many people in Crescent City who can afford it. Such an expensive piece of paper, this person only used it as a note, only wrote more than one line, and did not cut it. It shows that he is not only very rich, but also has a lot of this kind of paper in his hand, so he will not care about it. β
Freckles continued: "Just find the merchant who sells paper, and you can find this son of a." β
Gordon nodded: "Just find the merchant's account book, and large transactions will be recorded in detail." Find out who the other person is before deciding whether or not to go to the appointment. β
Freckles happily said, "If you go to the appointment, I will go too." Two people are bright and dark, just in case. β
After they agreed on some details, Gordon said, "You provoked gang infighting, and you can't stay over there." Sooner or later, the Storm Horse Thieves will come to the door, and you'd better hide from the limelight. β
"No, I'm going to keep messing around in the gang!" Freckle's eyes burned, "It's risky, but it's also a great opportunity to lure the horse thieves out of the tortoise's shell and kill them one by one." In fact, in the city, we have an advantage. In the desert, you don't know how to ride, so you can only eat sand behind the horse thief's ass. β
Gordon was silent in thought. Freckles had a point, they had never been trained in horsemanship, and it was better to have the battlefield in the town than to fight in the wilderness. But in this way, freckles become a target on the surface, which is too dangerous.
"Don't be aside, that's it! I'm not stupid, I'm not going to fight them. As long as the leader of the horse thief does not make a move, I can handle the other miscellaneous items. Freckles waved his hand and said after a moment of silence, "This is probably my last adventure." β
He raised his head, looked at the vast starry sky and sighed: "After killing the leopard, I will forget the past, forget the martial arts of shit, and start living again." β
"Forget martial arts?" Gordon looked at him incomprehensibly.
"Alright, don't stare your eyes like turtle eggs." Freckles shook her hands as if she were throwing something into the night sky, "This is what I want." Gordon, I'm not like you. β
Gordon frowned and said: "You are as suitable as I am for this business, you are really talented, and you are definitely a good hand." β
"But fitting doesn't mean liking." The corners of his eyes squinted at Gordon, "Shit, what's that look on your face?" Does everyone have to be like a pervert like you, fighting and killing and ** skinning all day long? I was tired and figured it out. Just because you are born in a nest does not mean that you continue to be a bird. Ancestors are ancestors, and I am me. β
β**οΌβ Gordon asked suspiciously, "But what about your duty to your ancestors?" β
"That's all bullshit! Tell me, why should the living carry a burden for the dead? β
"So what are you going to do in the future?"
"Be an ordinary person and do what you like." Freckles blinked, and the twinkling stars seemed to fall from the sky, falling into his pure black pupils, and there was another brilliant starry sky in a trance. "I heard that in the distant country of porcelain, there are beautiful water towns, quiet as mist. There is a sunset-like golden red fishing fire, which flickers all night long. I could row, fish, and listen to the song wafting from the river. If you come one day, I'll cook a pot of thick fish soup, steaming as white as milk, and top it with bright red peppers, so hot that you want to cry. β
He hung his head, stared at Gordon, and smiled, "Shit, you know? That's my dream. β
Gordon pondered for a moment and said, "But no matter what, we can't forget martial arts, danger is everywhere. β
"God, I can't stand you, I'm leaving!" Freckles rolled her eyes, "At No. 15 Yangjiao Street in the civilian area, there are a few pots of flowers on the balcony on the second floor all year round. If anything, leave a note at the bottom of that pot of cactus flowers. β
He beckoned to Gordon, his body falling backwards, and he tumbled down. Gordon watched as he clapped his hands and feet, his joints swaying, leaping all the way downward, like a cheerful bat swooping into the night.
As soon as Freckles was gone, the cicada jumped out of Gordon's heart and crawled all the way to the bottom of the bed.
"Listen-listen-listen!"
"Weird-weird-weird!"
Under the bed, the goblins crept in and out from time to time, tugging at Gordon's boots and screaming. Gordon had no choice but to remove the bed again and tear off the carpet, revealing the grayish-white rough rock underneath.
"Noβthere is." Gordon checked for a long time, shook his head, and gestured to the cicada.
"Yes-yes-yes!" The cicada nodded vigorously.
Gordon's heart moved, and he couldn't help but think of the legend of the Magic Lamp Hotel. But it's a bit ridiculous, it's a rocky mountain shaped like an oil lamp, and that's it.
Even the little boy Sinbad is almost past the age of fantasy, let alone him?
However, throughout the night, Gordon didn't sleep well, and kept hearing the stubborn cry of the goblin, "Yes-yes-yes!" β
The next day, Sinbad did not show up until noon. Gordon is acutely aware that something has happened to Sinbad!