The house wasn't spacious, and it didn't look like it could hold much history, but now, the scenes inside were so weird that they could have been made into several different types of movies.

There were five dead people lying on the ground, three of whom were killed by gunfire and were killed instantly; The remaining two did not die from the shooting, but their deaths were even more tragic and strange than that, their bodies were surrounded by large dried bloodstains, and their faces were also stained with blackened blood stains by their own blood, however, there was no obvious external injury on their bodies, there was only one possibility, that is, these two people died of poisoning, and it was extremely violent, extremely domineering poison. It is worth noting that one of the two people who died of poisoning, one of the men with loose curly hair lost a hand, and judging by the jagged cut and the fact that there was not much blood associated with it, it should have been cut off after death.

It is naturally very strange that a warm-looking wooden house has become such a blood-spattered bloody scene, but if you compare it with the scene on the other side of the house, the bloody scene here looks a little old-fashioned.

A woman with a face covered in blood and minced flesh hung from the beams of the house, her body having lost all her strength swaying and swaying under the wind and snow outside the door, causing the bed tied to the beams and rope to creak.

On the bed, there lay an old, well-dressed black man, who was dead, there was no doubt about it, but he did not die immediately. His lower body was rotten, and the blood that flowed from it stained the sheets red, and anyone who looked at it would feel a chill in his lower body.

As a man, it must be very painful for a key part to be beaten like this, and obviously die of excessive blood loss from this injury, but the strange thing is that the expression of this old black man before his death is a smile of relief and satisfaction, not at all like the expression that a person who has watched his life pass by rapidly under a serious injury should finally be left.

Beside the blood-stained bed, leaning on a young white man, his thigh was struck by a bullet, and the blood that flowed from it stretched to the door. He was silent, and there was no doubt that his injuries were the lightest of the dead, but they could have killed him if they had not been treated in time. Like the old black man, his expression was also relieved, no one knew what happened between the two, and naturally no one knew what the two reconciled in the last moment of their lives.

Brandi stood in the doorway, his body tall, but he couldn't completely block the wind and snow. He was a little confused, maybe a little frightened, more nauseous, the feeling of churning in his stomach was a little unbearable, this reaction was even greater than the first time he shot and killed, he thought that he had seen a big scene, he didn't know why he had such a strong reaction.

"If you want to vomit, I suggest you come in after vomiting outside, it's dirty enough." At this moment, the voice of the mysterious man came. He sat down in the bar of the little shop as if nothing had happened, took a sip of brandy on the bar, and wrote and drew in one of his little black notebooks as he continued to instruct Brandy.

Brandi listened to his advice, pinned his head out the door, and threw up heartily.

When Brandi felt like he was about to vomit out everything he had eaten in his previous life, he finally felt better, so he twisted back and closed the door.

"The bolt has been broken by bullets, and if you want to close the door, there will be hammers, nails, and planks next to it," the mysterious man continued, "Oh, by the way, at least two, one is not enough." ”

Brandi now felt a little prostration, so he didn't have the strength to question the mysterious man's orders, and he didn't say anything wrong anyway, whether he said it or not, it was something that Brandi had to do. It's just that being criticized like this will inevitably produce some negative emotions in my heart.

After a hammer cracking, the sound of the gradually violent wind and snow was finally blocked out. Brandi sat down on the ground with exhaustion, and scolded, "NND, this is really hard to serve. ”

"If you're hungry, there's soup in the saucepan over there, and I think it's still good to eat after a few days," said the mysterious man, "and if you're thirsty, there's brandy, and if you don't like it, there's something else in the wine cabinet." As he spoke, he raised his glass.

"No, thank you for your kindness, but I can't eat or drink anything right now," Brandi struggled to his feet, found a random chair and put himself in, then looked at the mysterious man and said, "Now, can you explain what is going on here?" ”

"Police and bandits kill each other, gangs merge, conspiracy and assassination, it's all possible, I don't care."

"This TM has died so many people, and it's so fucking weird, you tell me you don't care?" Brandi couldn't hold back the fire.

The mysterious man didn't speak, just went on to write something in his notebook.

"Aren't you here to do business with the people here? Now that everyone is dead, you don't care about human life, don't you care about this business? Brandi asked again.

"You're a little flawed here," the mysterious man corrected without raising his head, "I'm really here for my own business, but I'm not doing business with the people here, and it doesn't matter to me that they're alive, but when they're dead, it's more important." ”

"Who the hell are you?" Brandi's hand was already touching the handle of his revolver.

"I told you, a settler," said the mysterious man, putting his little notebook in his pocket, rising from his seat at the bar, looking at Brandy, "I advise you to be at ease, Brandi Munny, I don't know, and I'm not in the mood to know, it doesn't mean anything to me, but I know who these people are, and if you don't mind, let me introduce you." ”

He didn't care if Brandi was out of his state of readiness, and introduced the identities of the dead to Brandy: "Let's start here, this black-faced 'leftover gun ranger' lying on the bed, named Marquis Warren, you may or may not know him, he once served in the U.S. Army, was a colonel, participated in the Civil War, and was a distinguished soldier. After retiring, he became a bounty hunter, and he was never a living prisoner in his hands, and he was also a legend in this industry. ”

He pointed to the young white man leaning beside the bed, and said, "This is Chris Manix, and he himself has nothing to say, but his father was the leader of the Lemoen Marauders, and even though they still burn and loot in Lemoen as a sign of rebellion against the government, at times like these." ”

The mysterious man's gaze moved upward, stopped at the female corpse that was lifted high, and said: "This lady's name is Daisy Domog, a veteran member of the Howling Wolves, carrying a $1,000 bounty on her back, you must be no stranger to the Howling Wolves, I won't repeat it." ”

"As for the few on the ground," said the mysterious man, looking at the dead bodies on the ground, "the three who were shot to death were all here to save the woman, and they all carried bounties of at least $1,000, and the other two who were poisoned, one named John Ruth, a legendary bounty hunter, nicknamed the "Hangman", because every prisoner in his hands would be brought to justice alive, and the other named O.B., who was John Ruth's chauffeur. ”

The mysterious man pointed to a bloodstained floor and said to Brandy, "You lift this floor." ”

"Huh? Why? ”

"It makes sense for you to lift nature open, lift it."

Brandi lifted the plank as he said, but the scene in his eyes directly made him "sleep", under the plank was a small cellar, and in the cellar lay the corpse of a man, the head of the corpse was pierced by a powerful bullet, and only a small half-pull was left to prove that the head did exist.

"This man is Jody Domog, the leader of this gang, but not the leader of the Howling Wolves, and this man has a $5,000 bounty on his back, which I have to say, is indeed a lot of money."

The mystery man ended his lengthy introduction. Brandi was only confused at the moment: "What is the purpose of bringing me here and introducing me to these people?" ”

"Well, it seems that you are a smart person, and you have to treat smart people the way you treat smart people, and my way is to get straight to the point and get straight to the point," the mysterious man nodded as he walked up to Brandi, "First of all, I want to ask you, what do you think about the situation here?" ”

Brandi looked around and said, "I don't think there's much to say. ”

"Oh?"

"This kind of thing is not uncommon in this country, bounty hunters and criminals, hounds and wolves, innocent people will always die between biting each other, and this is just another tragedy, isn't it?"

"You don't seem to see bounty hunters as good parties?"

"Bounty hunters?" Brandi smiled, "It's just for the money, it's just that I just chose this profession to make a living and eat the food of the judiciary, if you want to say anything kind, I don't think I can talk about it." ”

"What do you think the good guys are like, and what the wicked guys are?"

"Such a definition should not be made by me, but by society, by people, who think that what is just and good is good, and what they think is evil and ugly, even though the truth may be very different." Brandi was very frank about his opinion.

"A very novel idea," said the mysterious man, raising an eyebrow, "So, do you want to be good or evil?" ”

Brandi sneered and said, "I don't want to be a good person, I don't want to be an evil person, I just want to live this life the way I want, are you satisfied with this answer?" ”

"Interesting, you're interesting, it seems that my time has not been wasted" The mysterious man's expression finally changed, and the corners of his mouth were rarely hooked into a smile, "Then the last question, would you like to play a game with me?" ”

"Tell me, Mr. Sphinx."

The mysterious man ignored Brandi's teasing, took out a small box from his bosom, and said, "In this box, there are four different coins, each representing a different meaning, all you have to do is take one from it, remember, only one can be taken." ”

"That's it?"

"yes, that's it."

"What the hell do you call this a game?"

"In my opinion, so."

Brandi wanted to shoot the man in the face and make his head more broken than the unlucky man in the cellar, but for some reason, he instinctively didn't dare to pull out the gun, although the man didn't show any other characteristics other than divine chatter, but Brandy's intuition told him that this man was not an ordinary danger.

Nowadays, cooperation is the only way. Brandi reached into the open box, fumbled for a while, and pulled out a silver glittering coin from inside.

This coin is strange, it is silver, but judging from the feel to the touch, it is not silver, and it is not reasonable to say that it is made of metals such as iron, chromium and nickel, because it does not have the glow characteristic of silver coins. One side of the coin is engraved with Arabic numerals for "3", while the other side depicts an eagle soaring with wings spread and two revolvers crossed together as decorations.

"It's ......," Brandi looked at the coin quizzically.

"It's the 'eagle'......" The mysterious man's eyes changed for the first time, as if the waveless ancient well suddenly had waves, but soon, he returned to his usual indifferent expression, and said: "Keep it, at the critical moment, it can save your life." With that, he walked out the door.

"Where are you going?" Brandi asked.

"Go where I'm supposed to be." The mysterious man didn't look back.

"Who the hell are you? Does the death of these people have anything to do with you? What do you mean by saying so many godly things to me? What exactly are your intentions? Brandi simply threw out all his questions.

"Young man, know how to accept the unknown, don't always get to the bottom of it," the figure of the mysterious man floated out of the room, but the voice still echoed around, "If you have insomnia, remember to drink some wine, preferably brandy, which can help you sleep." ”

The mysterious man is gone, and the "Minnie Mouse Men's Clothing Store" is invaded by the wind and snow again. Brandi had no choice but to do a lot of work against that damn door.

When the hammer finally stopped, Brandi was tired enough. At this time, he didn't care about the corpses in the room and the lingering smell of blood, he just wanted to have a good drink and then find a place to sleep.

He filled the glass, and he emptied it.

Brandi's alcohol consumption should be decent, but this time, he only had one drink, and the world began to spin around in front of him.

His body fell heavily to the floor, like a dead body lying on the floor.

The only difference is that he can also breathe the heaviness that is characteristic of drunken people.