Chapter 4, Prison Break

Then, he saw a pair of bright white eyes and a crescent-shaped arc of white light

Inside the drawer lay a notebook quietly. Chen Jianqiu picked it up, and a photograph slipped out from the notebook. He picked it up and examined it closely; it was a group photo of several men at the entrance of a tavern

"Shh, don't speak." Sean placed his index finger on his lips and made a gesture to silence the birds.

Sean's hand holding the gun felt as if it were grasping a hot iron, and in a panic, he hurriedly tossed the gun back, shaking his head like a rattle drum: "Hey, boss, I don't know how to use a gun"

Sean stood on the shoulder of the bird, raised his hands upward, and carefully nudged the basement door.

Departure

In the leftmost drawer, there was a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes. He picked up the cigarettes and tucked them into the pocket of his vest. Then he opened the bottle, leaned in to smell it, and was greeted by the aroma of roasted nuts and grains, before glancing at the label on the bottle.

He is excluded from drinking and gambling, yet he is always assigned the dirty and laborious tasks

Chen Jianqiu lamented the simplicity of the safes in the 19th century, then turned and walked to the desk in the sheriff's office, pulled out a drawer, and began to rummage through its contents

He turned back to look, and the birds followed behind him

He is preparing to examine closely when the sound of birds flying nearby reaches him

Suddenly, a sound of "thud" came from the basement

What are you doing? Hurry up and go https://www.hetushu.com? '' The bird was a bit anxious and wanted to go over to pull Sean.

The two men descended from the second floor and discovered that the door to the sheriff's office was wide open. The black man was pressing his ear against a safe located behind the sheriff's chair, while his other hand was turning the dial.

Chen Jianqiu lay on the bench, his posture unchanged, yet his ears remained attentive to the sounds coming from upstairs

There was no movement; the security station truly had only the guard who had just been killed by them.

After Sean fumbled for a while, with a "click," the lock was opened. Subsequently, he once again demonstrated his professional competence; before long, the locks of Chen Jianqiu and Feiniaos' cells, along with the handcuffs and leg shackles of the three of them, all fell to the ground

"Let us go," said the bird.

How can one be so bold? Is it because the public security in the West is exceptionally good, or are the miners in this town simply too honest in their daily lives

After struggling desperately for a few minutes, the guard ceased to move.

Sean did not respond; he was fully focused on listening to the sound of the spring inside the safe's lock. After a while, there was a "click" sound, indicating that the first circle of numbers was correct

Chen Jianqiu examined the gun on the table. This rifle is the Springfield 1861, a bestseller from the Civil War. The shotgun is a double-barrel model, specifically the Colt 1878, which is technically a hunting gun. It features a break-action design with rear loading, delivering powerful fire but with questionable accuracy

A rifle, a shotgun, and a revolver belonging to the person we killed. Feinia placed the guns and ammunition on the table

Chen Jianqiu gently climbed up the ladder and quietly walked along the wall to the corner of the second-floor staircase, looking up.

The guard left on duty was propping his feet up on the desk, reading today's newspaper while muttering curses at his colleagues for their ingratitude.

The light that streamed in through the small window in the ceiling of the basement gradually became dim, weak, until it ultimately vanished completely, leaving only darkness.

Both individuals turned their gaze towards Chen Jianqiu, clearly indicating that they had implicitly accepted Chen Jianqiu as the leader of this temporary trio.

At the beginning, a few people were chatting, discussing everything from the two fools at the nearby farm fighting with manure forks to the latest arrival in town, a mysterious widow. It was not until someone suggested going for a drink that the voices gradually quieted down, leaving only the sound of one person pacing back and forth.

Damn it, what the hell are these damned bastards up to again? The guard was seething with anger; he pulled out a whip from the drawer, took a lantern, and prepared to go down and leave these three scoundrels with some lasting memories before they met their end

The door to the basement opened once, and a guard, previously unseen, came down to hang a dim lantern. He tossed a small piece of bread, as hard as a stone, to each of the three individuals confined in the cell at https://www.hetushu.com.com

Chen Jianqiu patted Sean's leg, signaling him to come down first, and then whispered something in their ears

Chen Jianqiu said nothing, reinserted the revolver into his waist, and picked up the double-barreled shotgun

The Black man felt a bit uneasy under his gaze and quickly handed him a deerskin pouch: "Uh, there's also this."

He threw the rifle to the Indians and the revolver to the Black man

It turned out that they had known each other for a long time. Chen Jianqiu stuffed the photo back into the notebook, preparing to open it and see what was written inside. However, he heard a loud "bang" and turned around to find that Sean had already finished rummaging through the safe and had closed the door of the safe.

It is unclear how much time has passed, but the sound of footsteps has also ceased

He quickly found the mine owner and Sheriff Morris between the two rows of people, both of whom were in military uniform and appeared to be around 30 to 40 years old

When did diligence become a reason for persecution

The man felt somewhat puzzled; this person had previously chased him down fiercely for stealing ten dollars, so why had he become so generous now

Elder brother, there really is nothing else left

The drawer was filled with a chaotic assortment of clippings, ranging from the California Star to the Nevada Pioneer, with content that was incredibly diverse. However, without exception, they all advocated the notion that Chinese laborers were taking away job opportunities from local workers and should be expelled. Chen Jianqiu picked up one of the clippings, which featured a cartoon depicting a well-dressed American white man kicking the backside of a Chinese man with braids.

Chen Jianqiu, however, did not look at him again, but instead unfolded the item in his hand. The material of the item was very soft, somewhat yellowed, and even wrinkled. A rough sketch of a scene was drawn on it, seemingly depicting some kind of scenario

Wishing you all sweet dreams on your final night. The guard dropped this last sentence, closed the basement door, and also removed the ladder.

Chen Jianqiu put the human skin back into his pocket and casually stuffed the small notebook he found in the drawer inside as well

He threw the clippings in his hand back and finally opened the rightmost drawer

The first floor at this moment

Jian Qiusi pondered for a moment and stopped the bird in flight. He glanced at the clock in the hall and then said to the bird: "You go collect the guns and bullets; we will depart in five minutes"

The door cannot be opened; it has been locked from above

The bird nodded slightly and walked away quickly

"You should keep the money for now." Chen Jianqiu took the deerskin bag, his voice calm and unperturbed. He reached into the bag and pulled out a sheet of material that resembled paper, though its exact composition was unknown.

The bird tested his breath, then checked his pulse, signaling to Chen Jianqiu that the guard was already dead. He dragged the body into the mhetushu.com cage and laid it flat on the bench.

He opened the basement door and set down the ladder. He lowered the light and peered down.

Kentucky Bourbon? He suppressed the urge to tilt his head back and take a gulp, placing the drink on the table before pulling open the middle drawer.

What was discovered inside?

Children, let Daddy teach you how to be a proper prisoner

The guard was pulled down along with the light; one person held his legs, another locked his arms, and a third person directly covered his mouth and nose

Where is Sean?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly noticed that the Black man had disappeared and turned to ask.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" Chen Jianqiu walked up to the table and asked in a low voice

Chen Jianqiu remained motionless, still staring at the Black man

If one were to say that the skills and physical reactions are instinctive responses of this body, then it seems that this body has not had much experience with firearms before, at least not in a tangible way; prior to his crossing over, he had some understanding of firearms, but had never handled them, let alone mastered marksmanship

Sean shrugged and handed Chen Jianqiu a few dollar bills, which looked to be around ten dollars. Chen Jianqiu did not accept them, but instead stared at his face.

"It is human skin." Feinia held two long guns in his hands, a revolver hung at his waist, and behind him were his bow and arrows along with that axe

Chen Jianqiu sat up and gently tapped the iron railing, signaling his companion to begin working