"Biography?"

Chen Jianqiu smiled.

"yes, to be precise, based on your experience, I think, it must be legendary." The writer adds.

Chen Jianqiu smiled and shook his head.

His experience before crossing over is insignificant, an ordinary life a hundred years later, if he really depicted that world to Mark Twain, then the title of "Father of Science Fiction" may not belong to Verne.

After the crossing, he only had the memory of these few months, and the previous ones were still fragmented so far.

"I have amnesia, I'll tell you when I remember." Chen Jianqiu smiled and waved his hand at Mark Twain.

Mark Twain at first thought that Chen Jianqiu was from the low-key and humble nature of the Chinese, and he just wanted to say something.

"What are you talking about?"

With a bottle in his hand and a chair in his hand, Adam staggered from behind, he glanced at Chen Jianqiu drunkenly, then at the writer, and sat down in the seat behind the black man.

"Great writer, why don't you write about this person's experience first." The black man pointed to Adam in the back, "He's a living 'legend,' he ...... Wow~~"

The black man suddenly screamed, and his ribs were "inadvertently" chiseled by Chen Jianqiu, which hurt his heart.

Mark Twain suddenly realized that the people in front of him were probably not "good people", and he hurriedly said:

"I'm sorry, sir, but I didn't really mean to find out who you were, but I just had the instinct to be a writer, and I've been listening to all kinds of stories along the way."

"It's okay, it's okay, we're just a bunch of poor people who came to the west to survive." Chen Jianqiu looked kind, "The journey is long, and it will definitely be okay for everyone to chat." ”

The writer's heart was put down again.

The young man in his twenties smiled with a sunny smile, like the sunshine of Southern California.

"Oh, would you mind telling us stories from your journey?" Adam suddenly leaned over and spoke, a mouthful of wine.

"Yes, it seems that this train will not move for a while, so let's hear about it." Chen Jianqiu looked out the window

The bombed-out railway in front of the locomotive still emits black smoke; The men in the yellow cowboy hats went to the luxurious carriage behind, and sporadic gunfire was heard, which seemed to be a firefight; The passengers who were forced to get off the bus are still at a loss,

But none of this has much to do with him.

Mark Twain saw that the audience was so enthusiastic that he opened his notebook.

"This is a story I heard in Albuquerque."

"Ten years ago, Albuquerque was a place of lawlessness, a paradise for all kinds of wicked people, villains, murderers, robbers and thieves."

"It's the same now." Sean added, but then slapped Chen Jianqiu on the elbow.

"It's very rude to interrupt someone rudely while they're telling a story." Chen Jianqiu educated blacks.

The writer continues:

"Colonel Heard was the first to arrive, and after he was discharged from the army, he ventured into a number of trades in Albuquerque, and quickly became the dominant party with his ruthless methods and shrewd mind."

"He gained the support of the rulers of Santa Fe and became even more domineering and domineering."

"He has usurped the local fur and firewood market, and the merchants are careful to operate under the order he has assigned, and if they disobey him at all, they will be expelled from Albuquerque at the lightest, and the next day their corpses will appear in the wilderness outside the town, to be eaten by hungry wolves."

"But that caused some local people to be dissatisfied, and a guy named Albert Jones formed a gang."

"This man named Albert is a local hero, and his gang is constantly sheltering those who have been hurt by Heard."

"This touches Hiard's interests, and there is constant friction between the two sides."

"Until one day, Albert was ambushed on his way back from Santa Fe and died on a farm."

His younger brother, Cornell Jones, told the local sheriff, Sheriff Bill, about the incident. But instead of seeking justice from Hilde on his behalf, Sheriff Bill arrested the Jones Gang. ”

"Connell knew that the sheriff had been completely bribed, so he formally declared war on Heard and the sheriff, and they ambushed the two men in the same way, in one night."

"But there were many people on Hilde's side, and instead of being routed by the ambush, they launched a counterattack."

"Cornell was beaten and retreated, but at this time, one of his men stepped forward, he was a sharpshooter, and it was said that the time to draw the gun was only 0.3 seconds, and he could kill everyone in front of him in one second."

"He stepped up and killed Heard, and Connell killed the corrupt sheriff."

"That person is the later famous 'Grim Reaper' Adam Granger."

It was quiet in the carriage and no one spoke.

The man in the story is leaning back in his chair at this time, drinking the wine from the bottle in his hand, and his eyes are calm.

"And then?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Later? They fled Albuquerque and continued to operate in New Mexico, where Cornell carried on his brother's legacy and fought everywhere, fighting the Mexicans and the Indians, and the Jones gang grew. ”

"But I don't know why, they finally chose to rob Santa Fe's bank, and I don't know why, Pinkerton's detectives have already set up an ambush there."

"In that battle, except for Adam who escaped, everyone else was killed or captured, and Cornell also died on the gallows of Santa Fe."

When Mark Twain's story was finished, he was immersed in the story.

"Do you know Adam Granger?" Chen Jianqiu asked suddenly.

The writer shook his head: "He has been being offered a bounty and disappeared for many years, but I heard that he appeared in Montrose and Denver some time ago. I haven't seen his bounty order, and if I'm lucky, I'll definitely check it out. ”

He felt a little unsatisfied, looked back at the drunken man who was still drinking, and suddenly asked him, "What do you think of this story, sir?" ”

Adam didn't seem to have much interest in the story, and he slowly stood up:

"Not very well, Mr. Writer. The Jones brothers weren't heroes, they were just two local businessmen, and Heard had a business conflict with them, a dog-eat-dog between two gangsters. ”

"As for that Adam, he wasn't a magical man, his gun was accurate and fast, but he couldn't do anything in the face of dozens of heavily armed gunmen. Heald drowned after falling into the water, and the sheriff was shot indiscriminately. ”

"How do you know? Mr? "The writer's mouth is wide open, there are so many things that shocked him today.

Adam took a sip and patted the writer on the shoulder

"Reality is more exciting than stories, but crueler than stories, people are more willing to believe what they want to believe, so there is the so-called 'legend'."

He turned around and returned to the back of the carriage, saying no more.

And Chen Jianqiu, looking at Adam's back, fell into deep thought.

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