In September 1957, the District Court of Little Rock, Arkansas, declared nine black students enrolled in the city's public central high school, in accordance with the 1954 Supreme Court decision to remove racial segregation from public schools.

White racists vehemently opposed the decision, most vociferously among the Ku Klux Klan.

Forbes, the state's governor, sent the National Guard to stop black students from enrolling in the name of "riots," but without success. Soon, with the governor's connivance, thousands of racists surrounded the school, beat black journalists, and drove eight black students out of school.

The Little Rock incident shook the world, and under intense pressure, the Eisenhower administration was forced to send more than 1,000 paratroopers to Little Rock on September 24 to "protect" black schooling. This upset the white racists, and subsequent attacks on blacks occurred in several southern states.

When Alex pounced with dozens of people, the Atlanta police also reacted. They immediately dispatched all their officers and conducted a carpet search.

The police chief, a chubby middle-aged Caucasian man, knew that if a black singer was burned to death by the Ku Klux Klan in his jurisdiction, he would be finished. At least in this life, don't think about promotion, and you may even be transferred to which prison as the director.

That night, the city of Atlanta was a sleepless night. Many people were woken up by the search team, and when they learned that the Ku Klux Klan kidnapped black people had occurred, people rushed to lock their doors and windows for fear of someone breaking in.

Especially the blacks, who live in a place like Atlanta, where racial conflict and intensity are intense, have long known what this kind of incident is all about. Fortunately, it wasn't in a small town, otherwise they would have been affected.

Most of the lynchings in the American South take place in small towns. For example, this is the case of the famous "Mississippi River Case", in a small town called Philadelphia, three college students disappeared, and the murderer has not been apprehended for decades.

When the white populace heard about a crime or rumors that a black man had raped a white woman, they couldn't wait for the legal process and decided to enforce the law on their own, driven by hatred and prejudice.

They often storm county jails or police stations, snatch out the so-called black people involved in the case, and brutally kill them in broad daylight, completely ignoring the minimum procedures and evidence.

Sometimes blacks were hung on telephone poles or trees in the center of town, and sometimes blacks were burned to char in squares.

If the victim is simply executed at the time of execution, then he should really thank God for his mercy.

In fact, the vast majority of victims are often subjected to torture before being executed, including gouging out of their eyes, having their teeth removed, burning, beating, amputation, castration of their genitals, and skinning.

The executioners are not just trying to maim or kill these poor people, they are also going to "humiliate and bestiality" these prey that struggle and moan under their claws.

This tyranny of the majority, often carried out in a grand manner, was watched by the white people of the neighborhood, and became a festive carnival for the masses. Sometimes the local mayor and police chief were present to watch, the local newspaper reported on it, and some people even took photos and sent them to relatives and friends as postcards.

"It's not okay to go on like this, I'm afraid they've been murdered!" One of the policemen said to himself.

"Well, the Ku Klux Klan will definitely not be merciful, and can only hope that they are not tortured too much." The other continued.

"By the way, Mr. Director, why didn't you see the police dog when you searched?" Alex asked.

"Police dogs? That's only available to the anti-narcotics team, and I've already had someone borrow a few of them. You can rest assured, it will be there soon. ”

Hearing this, Alex was even more upset. When their police dog is borrowed, I'm afraid Chuck and them will all be roasted.

He didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to the people around him, and he originally thought that with so many bodyguards around, there would be no safety problems. Who knew that the 3 Klux Klan would infiltrate the hotel and kidnap people out of the hotel.

Now it's not just bodyguards and police who are searching, but even hotels are being mobilized.

When Alex was annoyed, he suddenly saw the figure of an acquaintance, and he hurriedly stopped: "Jennis! Janice! ”

Dressed as a waitress, Janis was also helping with the search, and when she heard Alex's shouting, she was still a little confused. She thought the voice she heard was a hallucination, after all, Alex didn't appear in his previous disguise.

"Hey! It's me, Jennis! Alex ran up to her and spoke in a different voice, "I'm the head of the record company, do you remember me?" Janice! ”

"Ah, I remember! You, how do you ......"

Janis looked at Alex in surprise, she recognized it, it turned out that Alex was the supervisor who gave her a business card. What she didn't expect was that this supervisor turned out to be her idol singer Alex.

"Why did you end up in Atlanta?"

"I ......"

"Oh, by the way, what about your dog? Did you bring it? ”

"Ugly? It's coming along, you wait, I'll call it over. ”

"Hurry up, I want it to do me a favor."

Before the police chief waits for his dog to arrive, Ugly is already found by Giannis. Looking at this ugly dog, no one was sure that it would be able to find out the target like a police dog. But the matter has come to this point, and the only way to do it is to be a dead horse doctor.

"Can you do it?" Some police officers asked Janis like this.

Faced with such a question, Jennis didn't know how to answer it. She simply pretended not to hear it, and concentrated on cooperating with Alex.

"Here, dog, smell this scoundrel's clothes and take us to find him."

They think that the people who kidnapped Chuck and Richard Jr. must also be part of the Ku Klux Klan, so they must be involved in the activities of the Ku Klux Klan now. As long as the kidnapper is found, the kidnapped person can be found. Now it's up to Ugly to see if he gives his strength, if he doesn't, then he can only resign himself to fate.

After scandalizing the clothes of the target prisoner, he quickly began to run. As he ran, he smelled as if he were really tracking something.

"Keep up, it may have found the target prisoner."

Led by this inconspicuous dog, they drove to a remote place on the outskirts of the city. It was a large orchard, and before they could run in, everyone could already see a little fire in the distance.

"Look! It's definitely over there. Prepare your weapons and stop their crimes. ”

The chubby police chief immediately pulled out his pistol, checked the bullets inside, and opened the safe. Under his command, the officers were also ready for battle. In the other vehicles, the bodyguards hired by Alex also pulled out their guns one after another.

At the flickering end of the fire, a large cross was erected in the center, around which people dressed in Ku Klux Klux standard attire performed a religious-like ceremony.

A Ku Klux Klux Klan who looks like a leader is shouting, "These two filthy, defile our white women, defile our sacred marriage, defile our homeland." They must be made to pay and be punished! ”

Countless people agreed in agreement, and some let out a crazy howl in the dark.

"Hang the Negro!"

"Niggas damn it!"

"Long live the white man!"

After everyone had finished venting and quieted down, the voice that had spoken at the beginning continued: "More than two hundred years ago, our ancestors rescued their ancestors from the dark and ignorant African continent, fed them things and water, and gave them a place to live in peace, so that they could experience the beauty of labor. But what do they give back to us? It's hatred, it's hostility, it's a stab in the back! ”

He paused, and then continued: "Not only that, but they are also trying to pollute our bloodline, take away our jobs, and occupy our homes!" They are a bunch of shameless beasts with filthy pores in every pore! For such brutes, we should come up with means to deal with them. Skinned them with a knife, cut off their heads, burned them with fire. ”

"Yes, burn them!"

"Burn them!"

"You must burn them!"

Chuck was tied to the cross, already thinking that no one would run to save them. When he heard these words that reversed black and white, he was almost so angry that he almost laughed. He shouted, "! **That's! ”

Little Richard stared blankly at the dark edge in the distance, and did not say a word for a long time before he made a sound. The voice was so small that even Chuck couldn't hear it very clearly.

"What are you talking about? Little Richard! ”

"I came to the crossroads and got down on my knees. I came to the intersection and got down on my knees. I beg God to save poor Bob! ”

Little Richard's voice grew from small to large, and Chuck quickly understood that this was a song, and it was a very famous song.

This is a famous black song called "Crossroads" and was sung by black singer Robert Johnson.

It tells the story of a black man who came to a small town in the south at dusk when "popular lynching" was rampant in the south in the twenties and thirties. When he was about to cross the intersection to return home, he was suddenly surrounded by a group of white mobs wearing white clothes and white pants with only two eyes exposed, and was beaten to death in the end.

This is very similar to what happened to the two of them, it is exactly the same, the difference is only in the way of death.

There is nothing more terrifying in the world. As black people, they had to live in fear all day long.

Chuck sang along with little Richard, and the two of them sang louder and louder, almost suppressing the cursing of the Ku Klux Klan.

"I came to the crossroads and got down on my knees. I came to the intersection and got down on my knees. I beg God to save poor Bob! ”

The song "Crossroads" reverberates desolate through the night, making people mistakenly think that they are like Bob, in the center of the intersection, surrounded by dangers in the dark.