"No, the text I'm going to this time is O'Henry's "The Police and the Hymn"? When was this text? If you don't mention it, I'll forget about it! Seeing the text world he was going to this time, Tang Ning couldn't help but complain.

And I don't know why, the thought of wearing Subi, a guy who is extremely eager to go to prison, reminds Downing of Nicholas who is now on the Internet - stealing Guevara: "Going to prison is like going home, all of them are talented, they speak well, and they like to be in it." ”

But whether you like it or not, since you have already designated yourself, you don't have a choice, and it is estimated that the system is trying to make up for the time you spent too long in "Chen Shijia" last time, so the main quest this time is simple and outrageous, and it is actually to enter Blackwell Prison, which means that you only need to follow the original route of the protagonist to complete the task, so you don't need to prepare anything.

Although that being said, when Downing really came to the streets of New York in the late autumn of 1900 and felt the biting cold wind blowing through his thin clothes, he immediately regretted it. After all, he has never experienced this kind of starvation and freezing since he was a child, including more than a dozen crossings in the past two years.

So Downing immediately exchanged a sum of dollars from the system, and trotted all the way to the small restaurant on Six Horse Road, in fact, his money was enough to go to the brightly lit restaurant on Broadway, but considering his current clothes, it is estimated that he will be kicked out, even if he waves the "Franklin" in his hand, it is likely to arouse suspicion, and may even attract the police, although the speed of completing the main quest in this way can be fast, but it is not what he wants at present. (The avatar on the hundred-dollar is Franklin, yes, the guy who flew a kite and caused lightning, and he was also a politician.) ）

When he arrived at the small restaurant, Tang Ning asked for a steak, a pancake, a fried sugar ring and a cup of coffee according to Subi's menu, although the taste was not very good, but Tang Ning, who was already hungry at the moment, couldn't care about these things, and immediately devoured them.

Tang Ning, who had filled his stomach, was comfortably drinking coffee and asked the waiter next to him who was giving him change, "Hey, man, which store is open now?" I'm going to buy a suit, and as you can see, my pants and shoes really don't match who I am. ”

The guy complained in his heart, what else do you have as a homeless person? But after all, Downing is now a customer, so he politely replied: "Only the clothing stores on Broadway Road are open at this time." Then he kindly added: "But if you don't mind, I can introduce you to a second-hand clothes shop, where the clothes are very cheap and warm enough." ”

Although Downing knew that the waiter was kind, he definitely didn't wear old clothes, and who knew if those clothes were ripped off the dead man, so he still planned to go to the clothing store on Broadway.

But on his way to Broadway, a simplely dressed but rather likable-looking girl greeted him, "Hey, Mike, I haven't seen you in a long time!" As he spoke, he took the initiative to come over and grab his arm.

"Eh, miss, did you recognize the wrong person? I'm not called Mike! "Downing was a little blindsided by this woman.

But the girl didn't have the embarrassment of recognizing the wrong person at all, and she didn't let go of Tang Ning's hand, but continued: "Huh?! Aren't you Mike? Heck, this doesn't really matter. The important thing is whether you want to treat me to a drink? As she spoke, the girl hit someone with the ball.

was hit by the girl, and the old driver Tang Ning immediately reacted, co-authoring this girl and the one who was pestered when Subi flirted at the beginning is a peer, and maybe it's the same person.

Thinking of this long night, Tang Ning took advantage of it with his elbow, and then asked with a smile, "Can I go to your house for a drink?" ”

"Of course, but do you want a drink or a night?" The girl asked, her eyes shining.

"I'm drinking so well, of course I'm going to have to drink it all night!" Downing boasted.

The girl looked Tang Ning up and down, and then asked a little suspiciously, "You can get twenty dollars for a night's drink, do you have enough money in your pocket?" ”

Downing casually took out two "Jacksons" (not Michael Jackson, but Andrew Jackson, the seventh president of the United States), and said with a smile: "If you behave well, these two are yours!" ”

The girl's eyes lit up and snatched it, and then kissed Tang Ning on the face: "Don't worry, I will definitely let you go out tomorrow morning with your hands on the wall!" ”

"Hehe, it's not necessarily who is holding on to the wall to get out!" Tang Ning said confidently.

After more than an hour of fierce fighting, the girl Jenny complained to Tang Ning angrily: "You, how long has it been since you touched a woman, I, I am about to be tossed to death by you!" Otherwise, can I call a friend to help? The extra twenty dollars is hers! ”

Tang Ning glanced at the girl who was already a puddle of soft mud, and asked curiously: "You look like this, you can still go out and call a friend to help?" ”

"You don't have to go out, you just knock on the wall for me, remember it's one long and two short!" The girl admonished.

"One long and two short? Isn't that just Di-Didi, are you also a Duanyou? Downing muttered to himself, but his hand was still tapping rhythmically against the wall as the girl asked.

Sure enough, within two minutes, a tall and long-legged blonde girl opened the door and walked in, obviously she had the key to the house, as soon as she entered the house and saw Jenny like this, the blonde girl couldn't help but exclaim: "Jenny, what's wrong with you?" Sick? ”

Jenny shook her head weakly, then pointed at Tang Ning and replied, "Nicole, this HONEY is so powerful, I can't bear it, so I asked you to come over and help!" ”

The blonde Nicole glanced down at Downing and questioned, "No, he doesn't look that strong!" ”

PS: I've been struggling with this copy for two whole days, and I haven't figured out what text to write for this copy after two chapters, because I just finished writing "Chen Shijia", so I don't want to write Chinese anymore, and the editor just gave a recommendation to write a white-haired girl who is not good at death, as for the mythological themes of Journey to the West, I want to put it at the end, so I tossed for a long time before I chose "Police and Hymns".