In addition to the small theater, there is also a small casino, and in addition, there are the guest rooms, which are an important tool for the nightclub's revenue.

In this era when ordinary people earn twenty or thirty dollars a month, in a place like Brillins, the consumption is naturally not very high, and with a hundred dollars, you can have a lot of fun here all day, of course, gambling does not count.

After paying a dollar ticket at the door, Monet walked into the small theater on the first floor, where an opera was playing on stage...... Let's say it's an opera. A man and a woman are two undressed guys on the stage, you and I sing a paragraph, the man holds a trident in his hand, and the woman has a pair of wings on her back.

Monet naturally didn't have the heart to look at this kind of thing at this time, so he looked around, and finally found "Jack" standing on a chair staring and salivating in the back row, so he leaned over and asked him, "Jack, why are you here?" ”

It may be that "Jack" was too energetic and didn't seem to hear Monet's question, so Monet had no choice but to drag him, which made "Jack" unhappy and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Although Monet always claimed to be Jack's good friend in front of Ruth, in fact, he knew that Jack had never seen him at all, so he asked a little embarrassedly: "Jack, is that you?" ”

"What Jack? You've mistaken someone! "Jack" replied angrily.

"What?! You're not Jack? Monet asked in disbelief.

"I'm certainly not Jack, I'm Cliff-Conlando!" "Jack" replied impatiently.

Although Monet already knew that he was recognizing the wrong person at this time, to be honest, he was still a little unwilling, because he really couldn't believe that there were people in the world who looked so similar, so he asked relentlessly: "Are you really not Mr. Jack-Dawson?" ”

"I've said it a few times, I'm not that damn Jack, don't disturb me to watch the show, or I'll beat you up!" Cliff chased.

Everyone said so, Monet had no choice but to walk away, but he didn't go far, but stayed in a corner and carefully analyzed the matter, after calming down, Monet found that he might really recognize the wrong person, because this Cliff is almost no similar to "Jack" except for his appearance and figure, especially this aesthetic vision, you must know that Jack is a person who can appreciate Picasso, how can his vision be bad enough to drool at this kind of performance in front of him, right?

Just when Monet was thinking nonsense, he suddenly felt someone drag him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a lewd guy who was not tall, thin and small, with a somewhat dark face, and looked a bit like a Mexican immigrant, asked him with a smile on his face: "Sir, do you want to find someone to drink with you?" ”

Monet was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, and the guy in front of him was here to pimp, as for why he came to find himself, he thought it was because he was not the same kind of person as the other audiences in this small theater, at least he looked richer.

Although he has not opened meat since then, and he was stimulated by Mrs. Dodge today, Monet really felt a little uncomfortable, but he really didn't dare to touch this kind of woman because he was afraid of getting sick......

So he waved his hand and said, "No need, I'm not interested today!" ”

"Don't worry, sir, I'm all beautiful girls here who just came from Mexico, and I promise to satisfy you!" Pimp continued unrelentingly.

Pimp's introduction confirmed Monet's guess, but he still refused: "In this case, you leave me a contact information, and I will come to you one day when I am interested!" ”

Pimp probably knew that Monet wouldn't take care of his business even if he did it himself, so he retreated: "I don't have a phone, but you just have to come here and tell the bartender to find Jesus." ”

The next day Monet arrived at the Dodges' house on time, and the Dodge's house was on John Street, not far from the Methodist church, a two-story building facing the street. The small building is located next to the street and has a garden at the back of the building with a swimming pool. In Monet's opinion, in the era in which he once lived, if nothing else, the money earned from selling this house would be enough to eat and drink for several lifetimes - this is a real prime location, less than 500 meters from Broadway.

After ringing the doorbell, a Mexican maid came to open the door, because Mexico was in the midst of the civil war (1910-1934) at this time, so there were a large number of Mexican maids in New York, just as it was common for Hong Kongers to use Filipino maids. Seeing this maid, Monet couldn't help but think of the Jesús who had been pitched to him last night, and the girl under his command was not as lucky as the maid in front of him.

While Monet was thinking, Nicole beckoned to him, "Monsieur Monet, you are so punctual!" ”

"That's as it should be." Monet replied casually, and then asked, "Eh, what about Mr. Dodge?" ”

Nicole replied with some embarrassment, "He just happened to have some problems, but he should be back soon." Then he beckoned to him, "Monsieur Monet, please take a seat, and I'll make you a cup of coffee!" ”

Just when Nicole instructed the maid to make Monet coffee, suddenly the doorbell rang, and then Monet was a little surprised to see Sheriff Klein walk in, and Sheriff Klein was also a little surprised to see Monet: "Huh? Mr. Monet, why are you here? ”

Nicole opened her mouth and replied, "Because Mr. Monet saved me last night, we invited Mr. Monet to dinner tonight to express our gratitude, may I ask Mr. Officer, what is the matter with you?" ”

Sheriff Klein gave Nicole a deep look, then replied with a sigh, "Mrs. Dodge, I have unfortunate news for you, that is, Mr. Dodge has just been shot on Arthur Avenue and has been killed......

Before Sheriff Klein could finish speaking, Nicole exclaimed and fainted, and Monet complained to Sheriff Klein, "Mr. Sheriff, can't you be a little tactful?" ”

"How can you let me be tactful about this kind of thing?" Sheriff Klein said helplessly.

"Alright, let's get Mrs. Dodge to the hospital first, by the way, did the murderer catch him?" Monet asked casually.

"Don't say I'm caught, I don't know who the murderer is now, I'm just here to ask Mrs. Wenqi if she knows who her husband has offended, otherwise how can I come in person for such a trivial matter as a door-to-door notification?"

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