The house is not spacious, nor does it look like it can hold much history, but now, the scenes inside are so weird that they could be used in several different types of movies.
There were five dead people lying strewn on the ground. Three of them died from gunshots and were killed immediately. Although the remaining two people did not die from gunshots, their deaths were even more miserable and strange than that. Their bodies were surrounded by There were large areas of dried blood, and their faces were stained black with their own blood. However, there were no obvious injuries on their bodies. There was only one possibility, that is, these two people died of poisoning, and it was An extremely violent and overbearing poison. It is worth noting that among the two people who died of poisoning, one of them, a man with curly hair, lost one of his hands. Judging from the jagged fractures and the lack of much blood stains related to it, , it should have been cut off abruptly after death.
A wooden house with a cozy appearance turned into a murder scene with blood splattered everywhere. This is naturally very strange, but compared with the scene on the other side of the house, the murder scene here seems a little old-fashioned.
A woman with bloodstains and minced meat on her face was hanging from the beam. Her body, which had lost all her strength, swayed again and again in the wind and snow outside, causing the beam and the bed tied at the other end of the rope to creak.
Lying on the bed was an elderly, well-dressed black man. There was no doubt that he was dead, but he did not die immediately. His lower body was rotten, and the blood that flowed from it stained the sheets red. Anyone who took a look at it would feel a chill in his lower body.
For a man, it must be a very painful thing for a man to have his key parts beaten like this, and obviously die from excessive blood loss due to such injuries. But the strange thing is that the expression of this old black man before he died was one of relief. and a satisfied smile, not at all the expression that a person who was seriously injured and watched his life passing by quickly should have in the end.
Next to the blood-stained bed, a young white man leaned against the bed. His thigh was hit by a bullet, and the blood flowing from it extended to the door of the room. There was no doubt that he was silent. Although his injuries were the lightest among all the dead people present, this injury would still kill him if he did not receive timely medical treatment. Like the old black man, his expression was also one of relief. No one knew what happened between them, and naturally no one knew what reconciliation they had in the last moments of their lives.
Brandi stood at the door of the house. Although his body was tall, he could not completely block the wind and snow. He was a little confused, maybe a little scared, and more of a nauseous feeling. The rumbling feeling in his stomach was almost unbearable. This reaction was even greater than the first time he shot and killed. He thought 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 finish vomiting outside before coming in. It's dirty enough here." At this time, the mysterious man's voice came. He sat in the bar of this small shop as if nothing happened, taking a sip of the brandy placed on the bar, writing and drawing in a small black notebook of his, while giving instructions to Brandy as always.
Brandy took his advice, turned her head away from the door, and had a hearty vomit.
When Brandy felt like he was about to vomit out everything he had eaten in his previous life, he finally felt better, then twisted his body back and closed the door.
"The door bolt was damaged by a bullet. If you want to close the door, there are hammers, nails and wooden boards nearby," the mysterious man continued to order, "Oh, by the way, at least two nails, one nail is not enough."
Brandi now felt slightly exhausted, so he had no energy to question the mysterious man's order. Anyway, he didn't say anything wrong. Regardless of whether he said it or not, this was what Brandi had to do. However, being criticized like this will inevitably produce some negative emotions in your heart.
After a burst of hammer knocking, the increasingly violent sound of wind and snow was finally blocked outside the door. Brandy was so tired that she collapsed on the ground and cursed: "nnd, this broken door is really difficult to take care of."
"If you're hungry, there's still stew in the stew pot over there. Although it's been there for a few days, I think it should still be edible," the mysterious man said. "If you're thirsty, there's brandy here. If you don't like it, there's a wine cabinet. There is other wine in it." As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand.
"No, thank you for your kindness, but I can't eat or drink anything now," Brandy struggled to stand up, found a good chair and put herself in, then looked at the mysterious man and said, " Now, can you explain what is going on here?"
"Cops and gangsters killing each other, gangs fighting, conspiracy and assassination are all possible, I don't care."
"So many people have died, and they're all so fucking weird, and you're telling me you don't care?" Brandi couldn't hold back her anger.
The mysterious man did not speak, but continued to write something in his notebook.
"Aren't you here to do business with the people here? Everyone is dead now. You don't care about human lives. Don't you care about this business?" Brandy asked again.
"What you said here is a bit flawed," the mysterious man corrected without raising his head, "I am indeed here for my own business, but I am not doing business with the people here. To me, their survival is not important. But once they die, they will become relatively important."
"Who are you?" Brandy's hand had already touched the handle of his revolver.
"I told you, I'm a settler," the mysterious man put his little notebook into his pocket, stood up from his seat in front of the bar, looked at Brandy, and said, "I advise you to be patient, Brandy." Di Munny, I don't know what twists and turns of the story happened here, and I'm not in the mood to know. It doesn't make sense to me, but I know the identities of these people. If you don't mind, let me introduce them to you. "
He no longer cared whether Brandi had released his state of readiness, and continued to introduce the identities of the deceased to Brandi: "Let's start from here, the black-faced man lying on the bed. Gun Ranger's name is Marquis Warren. You may or may not know him. He once served in the U.S. Army, with the rank of Major, and participated in the Civil War with outstanding military exploits. After retiring, he became a In the bounty hunting business, he has never left a prisoner alive in his hands, and he is a legend in this business."
He pointed to the young white man leaning on the bedside and said: "This man's name is Chris Manix. He has nothing to say about himself, but his father is the leader of the Lemoyne raiders. Although he is now like this At that time, they still burned, killed and looted in Lemoyne to show their resistance to the government."
The mysterious man's eyes moved up and stopped on the female body that was hung high, and said: "This lady's name is Daisy Domoge, a veteran member of the Howling Wolf Gang, and she carries a $1,000 bounty on her back. You must be familiar with the Howling Wolf Gang, so I won’t go into details.”
"As for the few on the ground," the mysterious man said, looking at the dead bodies on the ground, "the three who were shot to death were all here to save this woman, and they all carried a bounty of at least 1,000 US dollars on their bodies. The other two One was poisoned, one was named John Russ, a legendary bounty hunter, nicknamed "The Hangman" because every prisoner in his hands would be sent to the execution ground alive, and the other was named OB. John Ruth's coachman."
The mysterious man pointed to a floor that was heavily stained with blood, and said to Brandi: "Pull this floor up."
"Ah? Why?"
“It makes sense for you to uncover nature, uncover it.”
Brandi opened the wooden board as instructed, and the scene in front of him made him say "fuck". Under the wooden board was a small cellar, and in the cellar lay a man's corpse. The corpse's head was shot by a powerful bullet. The bullet penetrated, and only half of it remained, proving that the head indeed once existed.
"This man's name is Jody Domoge. He is the leader of this group, but he is not the leader of the Howling Wolf Gang. This man carries a reward of US$5,000, which I have to say is indeed a large amount of money."
The mysterious man concluded his lengthy introduction. Brandy was only confused at the moment: "What is the purpose of bringing me here and introducing these people to me?"
"Well, it seems that you are a smart person. You should treat smart people the same way you treat smart people. My way is to get straight to the point and to the point." The mysterious man nodded and walked to Brandi, "First of all, I want to ask you, what do you think of the situation here?"
Brandy looked at the scene around her and said, "I don't think there's anything to say."
"oh?"
"Such things shouldn't be uncommon in this country. Bounty hunters and criminals, hounds and wolves, bite each other and innocent people will always lose their lives. This is just another tragedy, isn't it?"
"It seems like you don't see bounty hunters as kind-hearted people?"
"Bounty hunter?" Brandi smiled, "It's just for money. I just happened to choose this career and work for the judiciary. As for kindness, I don't think it can be said."
"Then what do you think a good person is like and what a bad person is like?"
"Such a definition should not be made by me, but by society and people. Those who they think are just and good are good people, and those who they think are evil and ugly are evil people, although the facts may be quite different." Randy was very candid in his opinions.
"A very novel point of view," the mysterious man raised his eyebrows and said, "So, do you want to be a good person or an evil person?"
Brandi sneered and said, "I don't want to be a good person, nor do I want to be a bad person. I just want to spend this life the way I want. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
"Interesting, you are interesting. It seems that my time was not in vain." The mysterious man's expression finally changed, and a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Then the last question, are you willing to play a game with me? "
"Tell me about it, Mr. Sphinx."
The mysterious man ignored Brandi's teasing, took out a small box from his arms, and said: "In this box, there are four different coins, each one represents a different meaning. All you have to do is take one from it." Remember, you can only take one."
"That's it?"
"Yes, that's it."
"You fucking call this a game?"
"In my opinion, that's what it is."
Brandy really wanted to shoot this man in the face and make his head more shattered than the unlucky guy in the cellar, but for some reason, he instinctively didn't dare to pull out the gun, even though the man didn't do anything except babbling. What other characteristics did he show, but Brandi's intuition told him: this man is not an ordinary danger.
At this point, cooperation is the only way. Brandi reached into the open box, fumbled for a while, and took out a shiny silver coin from inside.
This coin is very strange. It is silver, but judging from the feel, it is not silver. It is unreasonable to say that it is made of iron, chromium, nickel and other metals, because such a coin does not have the unique glow of silver coins. . One side of the coin is engraved with the word "3" in Arabic numerals, while the other side is engraved with a soaring eagle and two crossed revolvers as decoration.
"This is..." Brandy looked at the coin doubtfully.
"It's the 'Eagle'..." The mysterious man's eyes changed for the first time, as if the calm ancient well suddenly had waves, but soon he returned to his usual indifferent expression and said, "Keep it well. At the critical moment, I can save your life." After saying that, he walked out the door.
"Where are you going?" Brandy asked.
"Go where I should go." The mysterious man didn't look back.
"Who are you? Are the deaths of these people related to you? What do you mean by saying so many crazy things to me? What are your intentions?" Brandi simply threw away all his questions. out.
"Young people, you must know how to accept the unknown and don't always ask for details," the mysterious man's figure floated out of the room, but his voice still echoed around him, "If you have insomnia, remember to drink some wine, preferably brandy, to help you sleep. "
The mysterious man left, and "Minnie's Men's Clothing Store" was invaded by wind and snow again. Brandy had no choice but to work hard on the damn broken door.
When the hammering finally stopped, Brandi was exhausted. 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 drink and then find a suitable place to sleep.
The wine glass was filled by him, and the wine glass was emptied by him.
Brandy's drinking capacity should be pretty good, but this time, he only had one drink, and the world in front of him began to spin.
His body fell heavy to the floor, like those dead bodies lying on the floor.
The only difference is that he can still breathe heavily like a drunken person.
