32 Tennyson Ave.

It is a palatial private house, a white two-story bungalow, surrounded by a wrought iron fence wall, and the carvings on the wrought iron are lifelike, and it looks like it has a certain history.

When night fell, the bedroom on the second floor of the house was brightly lit.

Congressman Edwin, facing the mirror, is practicing the content of his speech tomorrow.

"These people, they don't have faith, they don't pray, they are like locusts, they are taking our resources, your jobs are being taken by them, your ...... Eh, what's going on? ”

His hand stopped in mid-air, and he couldn't remember the next sentence, so he could only go to the table and flip through the speech.

Edwin is really not a man of words among other politicians, and compared to his articular peers, he is often the object of ridicule from his political opponents, both in debate and in his speeches; His ability is also really average, and he has put forward few proposals in his previous political career, and basically has not been passed by the city council.

But he now felt like he had the password.

Last year's events had given him a great deal of popularity among white workers and citizens, and this year, he intends to do the same to take himself to the next level.

His father was a mining tycoon, and he chose to go into politics.

Unlike his father, the old man was very fond of the yellow-skinned workers because they were hard-working, hard-working, and never complained.

And in his opinion, these people are wooden, cowardly, and inassimilable, and for the sake of votes, he would rather these people disappear from Denver tomorrow.

Edwin tried a few more times, but he still forgot the words, so he simply crumpled the speech into a paper ball and threw it in the garbage basket.

Anyway, someone will help set the mood tomorrow, and when the atmosphere arrives, it doesn't matter what you say or how you say it.

"John! John! Edwin called out the butler's name, "Where's my pajamas?" ”

However, no one answered.

Edwin thought it was a little strange that John had been serving in their house for decades and had always been on call, and what was going on today.

He opened the bedroom door and looked out into the hallway.

At the end of the hallway, there is a staircase leading to the first floor, where it is pitch black.

Suddenly, from the darkness, there was the sound of footsteps.

The sound is a little crisp, the sound of leather shoes or boots stepping on the steps of a staircase.

"Da, da......"

"John, how many times have I said that! Don't come to the second floor with leather shoes on! Edwin was a little angry, this kind of mistake was only made by his own guests, and then, every time, John would prepare slippers for them at the stairs on the first floor.

Why did even John himself start doing this kind of thing today, did he have a broken brain?

Edwin angrily walked down the hallway.

By the light of the room, he saw a figure at the end of the hallway.

"Hey! Hurry up, don't think I'll fire you if you've been here for decades. "Edwin's patience has reached its extreme.

The figure approached, holding what looked like pajamas in his hands.

Edwin suddenly felt that something was not right, the figure seemed to be far from his old butler.

Suddenly, the figure threw his pajamas at him.

The pajamas unfurled in the air, and the head covered Edwin's face.

Edwin was stunned as he struggled to lift his pajamas.

But before he could make a move, the sound of footsteps in his ears suddenly became rapid from far and near, and then a dagger slashed through his pajamas and slashed his throat.

His mouth was covered, blood was bubbling out of his throat, and Edwin felt like he was drowning and couldn't breathe, and he tried to grab it with his hands.

But his hands were heavy and his head was heavy.

Soon, Edwin stopped struggling.

Early the next morning, the body of Denver City Councilman Edwin and an Irishman was found hanging from a street lamp in the west of the city.

……

Chen Jianqiu shuttled through the alleys of Denver, and on the streets on both sides, Denver police officers kept running towards the west of the city, they were in a hurry and had no intention of stopping.

The councillor was killed, and they were told to rush to the scene immediately and put martial law on the west side of the city.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly stopped his steps.

"Come out, haven't you come out to meet me after following me for so long?" He turned, his eyes fixed on the corner of the alley.

A young man with a whip stepped out of the corner. He clasped his hands to his chest and looked arrogant.

"Lord Chen wants to see you." The young man said.

"I don't really want to see him." Chen Jianqiu touched the dagger in his sleeve.

"Rest assured, we have no ill will, and if you had, you should have been transferred to the police department in Denver by now." The young man also looked domineering, "Come with me, he is now on the second floor of Wanfu Building on the edge of Chinatown." ”

Before he finished his words, he suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and the man who was still in front of him suddenly turned around and disappeared around the corner of the alley, he hurriedly followed, but he could no longer find any trace of Chen Jianqiu, as if he had evaporated.

……

Zhang Danian didn't sleep well all night, and yesterday Niu San came back with someone, but Chen Jianqiu and the three of them did not come back.

He glanced at Adam, who was lying on the kang and sleeping, this person looked like he had nothing to do with him when the sky fell, he poured half a bottle of Erguotou by himself, and then slept until now.

The Irish mustered manpower, and he must have to make a move, but now he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Chen Jianqiu's gourd. If there is really anything wrong, I am afraid that I will be sorry for the dead second lady and the king of England.

"Niu San! Niu San! Zhang Danian couldn't sit still, he walked out of the door in his coat and knocked on the door of the next room.

As soon as the sky was bright, the lights in the house turned on, and Niu San rubbed his eyes and opened the door.

"Why did the young master order it yesterday?" Zhang Danian asked.

"Huh? The young master said, be careful, wait for him to inform. ”

Zhang Danian sighed and slowly returned to his room.

He sat in the hall, worried.

Time flies quickly, but for Zhang Danian, it can't be slower.

It was three poles in the morning, close to noon, and there was still no news of Chen Jianqiu.

Adam had woken up by this time, and he frowned as he heard Zhang Danian describe what had happened to him in his still half-familiar English.

"Gather the men." Adam said.

Zhang Danian immediately knocked on the door of Niu San's family and asked them to gather at the entrance of the village.

In a short time, the crowd led horses, mules, and even donkeys, and held all kinds of "weapons" in their hands, including knives, rakes, and pitchforks.

Zhang Danian's gaze swept over in a row, and at this time, he regained the feeling of being a general of that army.

However, when he finished sweeping it, his heart chuckled.

He scanned it a few more times, confirming it repeatedly. After making sure that he didn't find the person he was looking for, he was so anxious that his hair stood on end:

"What about He Hongsheng? Where did He Hongsheng go? ”

Niu San and the others looked at each other, and they found that the kid who came back with them yesterday was gone.

"Suffered!"