Chapter 3, when they ask you what you are, it is best that you are.

"Damn it, this yellow-skinned man is a sorcerer. Hurry up and throw him in jail; we'll hang him together tomorrow," Johnny muttered.

The floor is very thin, and they can actually hear the sounds from the office on the first floor quite clearly

Chen Jianqiu turned to look at the wooden bench in the prison, took a deep breath, and suddenly slapped the surface of the bench. The wooden surface of the bench sank an inch, revealing a slender iron nail embedded within it.

Name

Sean nodded, but then shook his head: "I need something sharp, and besides, we can't take on those guards outside."

He pointed to the lock on the door of the black inmate's cell and said, "This lock, you should find it not difficult to open, right"

That man was originally named Robert, a colonel in the U.S. Army. After the Civil War, he continued to hunt down my people. Five years ago, he killed my father, the greatest warrior of the Sioux, Crazy Horse, from behind. Mentioning my father, tears shimmered in the eyes of the bird.

The young man who is still recording seems somewhat reluctant. As one of the few literate individuals in this town's security office, he is forced to assist this rough cowboy in front of him, which truly leaves him feeling unwilling.

Chen Jianqiu heard the sound of the door closing behind him, released his grip on the collar of the black man, and then handed him the slender iron nail he was holding in his right hand

This black man is comfortably lying on the bench in the prison, seemingly accustomed to such a place

I will say this: your superior's boxing skills are quite poor said Chen Jianqiu with a playful smile

"Burglary, murder, arson; just combining any two of these is enough to hang them. " This is clearly Johnny's voice

What is the motive for the crime

Sean's complexion grew even worse, and he seemed on the verge of tears

"Let's take action later tonight; for now, let's rest for a while," Chen Jianqiu said, lying back down on the slightly askew long bench.

"Hey, Chen, what do you think they will do to us?" Sean paid no attention to Chen Jianqiu's attitude and continued to ramble on.

He gazed at the ceiling, beginning to recall everything that had happened the previous night

Miner

Johnny stopped, and the young man also released his hand

I tell you, although I have not been in the United States for long, I have come to a conclusion. Chen Jianqiu continued to speak softly to Sean, "If these white gentlemen say you have a weapon, you had better have one; if they say you are a villain, you had better be one"

Chen Jianqiu had no intention of answering the question. The two individuals sitting at the interrogation table before him seemed to share his lack of patience. He knew that, according to convention, regardless of what he said, they would fabricate something and then send him to the gallows

The man chuckled awkwardly, looking worse than if he had cried: "Well, I, just occasionally..."

Johnny! The young man was furious, and he no longer cared about any formalities. "You are hitting me!"

Sir, how should the charges against those three individuals be written

Chen Jianqiu

You need not worry about these matters; I have said that whatever they say you are, it is best that you are that.

However, he only saw that Chinese man gripping the collar of the Black man through the iron fence, and it seemed that the two were having some sort of dispute, glaring at each other.

Johnny was also taken aback; he had clearly aimed for Chen Jianqiu's face and chest.

Occupation

Brother, be careful; your superior's punches are not very reliable. Chen Jianqiu suddenly spoke up

"If you can take me out, I have a way to evade their pursuit." The Indian, who had remained silent since entering, suddenly spoke in his somewhat unskilled English, "My name is Flying Bird, a Lakota warrior"

"Why do you want to kill the coal mine owner?" he suddenly asked

Chen Jianqiu still did not respond, his expression unchanged, but he was rather interested in examining the window behind Johnny

"Hey, brother, what did you tell them about www.hetushu.com?" The black guy saw Chen Jianqiu being pushed in and immediately turned over and got up, moving to the iron bars, "My name is Sean, what is yours?"

Johnny was somewhat annoyed; he stood up and walked in front of the prisoner before him

The bird nodded slightly and sat back down

Chen Jianqiu did not speak, but simply stared into the eyes of the Indian youth

"Can you two be a little quieter? At this time tomorrow, we can all go to hell together." The young man rolled his eyes and closed the door again

The young man was still pondering the meaning of these words when a fist came crashing down. He suddenly felt the head of the person beneath him sway slightly, yet it seemed as if it hadn't moved at all, while his own stomach had taken a solid punch.

"From your knife skills in the tavern, it seems you are a habitual offender, aren't you? Care to share your story?" Johnny asked

How should the identities of these three individuals be written

If the execution is to take place tomorrow at the gallows in the town center, then I must find a way to create some chaos. With my skills, escaping should not be difficult, but there is a risk of being shot. Then how do I leave this town? By hopping on a train?

What are you arguing about? The basement door was opened, and a head poked in; it was the young man who had just interrogated him.

Is your injured hand alright? His gaze, along with that of the picture book, fell on Johnny's injured hand, which was now wrapped in cotton gauze, looking somewhat amusing.

Is this acceptable

He even momentarily forgot that he was also a young man in his twenties. Regardless of whether it was before or after the transition, although he could not temporarily recall the earlier memories of this body, he could sense, in his subconscious, that this body had experienced much.

Ke Chen Jianqiu pondered for a moment, then suddenly lowered his voice and asked Sean: "You are a thief, aren't you?"

"Sir, I..." The young man gritted his teeth in pain and shouted, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a powerful punch land on his arm, making him feel as if it might break. It seemed that the person in front had moved their shoulder slightly. Yet, he was certain he had restrained him.

Chen Jianqiu nodded, using two fingers to point at his own eyes, and said to Feinia: "Do not let revenge blind your eyes. It can grant you strength, but you need more decisive decisions and more thorough plans"

"Write it, the worse the better. That Indian, a habitual murderer, that Chinese person, hmm, a bandit. As for that black man, a thief, just look at his shifty eyes. " Johnny replied again, "I will finish it today, ah, no, I mean organize it. Tomorrow, they will be publicly tried and hanged along with the *illustration*."

"They plan to hang us tomorrow." The response was calm as water, yet it struck the Black man like a thunderclap. Sean clutched his head and let out a wail, sinking back into his chair.

He saw courage in the young man's eyes, but he is still easily swayed by emotions and needs to undergo further training

"If you don't believe it, just listen." Chen Jianqiu pointed to their heads

Sean gestured towards the keyhole and nodded

My surname is Chen. Chen Jianqiu did not look at the somewhat talkative Black man, but instead kept observing the environment inside the cell.

Chen Jianqiu was taken down and pushed into one of the cells. He observed the surrounding environment; there was only a small window at the top of the basement for light. His "neighbor" was a Black man, separated from him by only an iron bar. Opposite him was the Indian who was also imprisoned.

The young man circled behind Chen Jianqiu, pressing down on his head with one hand while encircling his neck with the other hand

The police station is not large, with offices on the first floor, interrogation rooms on the second floor, and a small jail cell in the basement on the negative first floor

It would be best to nail him to a cross or something at that time; I will go to the priest to get some holy water the young man added

"Kid, aren't you quick on your feet? Let me see if your head is as tough as your mouth," Johnny turned to the person taking notes and said, "Come over and hold him down for me."