The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 216 Gas Lamp Bazaar

"Okay... let's go in." He Nan looked at those gas lamps, feeling deeply surprised: "Gas lamps... are really classic. I can't help but feel that the gangsters who control them are quite romantic."

"Probably just an old antique who is crazy about these old things." Shirley smiled: "I don't know which gang this black market belongs to..."

"Maybe it's a small independent gang, but it's controlled by a big gang and they have to pay taxes... Their sphere of influence is probably limited to this black market and the parking lot on the ground." He Nan turned his head to look at the nearby candy factory, and continued Said: "Even the candy factory is not necessarily under their control."

"If this black market has a long history and has not been controlled by another person, doesn't that mean that the smiling shark is a veteran gang member?" Shirley quietly looked down at the entrance: "Maybe it used to be a famous gangster family. , but it’s gone.”

"The decline is basically inevitable. None of the eight major gangs in New York is an old mafia... The new gangs are all too powerful. It is very good that the old family can continue." He Nan thought for a moment , looked around and made sure there was no camera here, so he took a few steps back and said to Shirley, "We'd better pretend now."

"Yeah." Shirley nodded, and took out the props from the messenger bag.

After that, He Nan and Shirley performed a simple cross-dressing.

The clothes they wore when they went out today were deliberately distinguished from the ones on TV.

Today, He Nan is still wearing a mask.Shirley, on the other hand, donned a full-face mask and wig.

"The silver-haired version of Shirley..." Looking at Shirley's appearance, He Nan felt emotional.

"Why, not used to it?"

"No, I think it's very pretty." Looking at her mask, He Nan couldn't help complaining: "...except for the mask. It looks so ugly when it matches."

"Heh... Your hood has the same style as a bank robber, so you have the nerve to say me." Shirley smiled and stole contemptuous glances.

"That's better than your hockey mask!"

Shirley is wearing a leftover hockey mask from Halloween.

...It's full of holes, the kind used by the killer Jason.

"If I smear some blood on this, it will become very scary." Shirley pulled out the dagger and weighed it in her hand: "...and then replace this with a machete."

"Who can a murderer be so cute to scare?" He Nan couldn't help but sneered.

"That's because you know me too well so you don't think it's scary." Shirley put the dagger back into its sheath and said proudly.

"Okay, okay, I'm really scared to death." He Nan said perfunctorily, and walked up to the stairs first: "Come on. Be natural, and look like an ordinary customer who comes to buy."

"Hmm." Shirley seemed to like this classic and scary mask very much, so she touched it and said as she walked, "That's right, it's just ordinary bank robbers and murderers. You'd better have another Take the AK, pop a magazine as soon as you go in, tell them you are going to rob, and hand over the money if you don't want to die."

"Didn't you agree to rob the bank?" He Nan walked into the gas lamp, looked at the moths flying beside him, and complained.

"It's black to eat black. First grab the black market and practice your hands."

"I think it's easier to rob a bank..."

As it got lower and lower, they shut up and stopped chatting.

The atmosphere also became tense.

It was almost 15 meters underground, and the stairs came to the bottom.

Then, they walked out of the same narrow and old stone doorway, turned around and looked at the location of the stairwell they had just passed, and couldn't help expressing emotion.

They descended from a cylindrical stone tower.

There is also a guard with a sniper rifle standing on the top edge of the stone tower.

...and, far from here, at what seemed to be the end of the black market, there was another stone tower.

There is also a sniper standing on it.

There is probably another entrance over there.

They are in a hall.

There is a cross-shaped pool in the center of the hall, which divides four commercial areas.There are armed guards in the uniform of Victorian retro uniforms everywhere.

In the center of the pool stands a statue.

He Nan saw that no one was paying attention to this side, and the snipers didn't notice them at all, so he quietly took out the binoculars and looked at them curiously. It said that the name of this black market was "Gas Lamp Market, which began in 1838."

"This place has a longer history than Prohibition." He Nan said with emotion: "Otherwise, it should have been opened in 1920 at the earliest... Besides, no wonder there are gas lamps everywhere here, and the guards are all dressed in Victorian period. The Victorian period started in 1837. I started counting. I wonder what was used to cover the entrance of the market back then."

"Well. All this means that the people who are in charge of this black market are still maintaining the tradition... I'm afraid they are also very interested in that period of history. Otherwise, electric lights are much easier to use than gas lights." Shirley looked at the statue, very Curious: "...what an interesting sculpture."

It was a huge steel sculpture.

Engraved on it are lively scenes of a group of merchants trading goods with others.

"Sailors... No, the ones above seem to be more than just sailors, but pirates and slave traders." He Nan carefully looked at their attire and the content of the transaction, and said with certainty: "The things they handed over include Africans. Aboriginal treasure. Some of them still wear those Jolly Roger hoods."

"Hmm." Shirley agreed: "...It seems that it is not a place that black people like to come to. Its initial positioning is full of blood and filth."

"But there are quite a few black people here... It's business. It's really hard to say whether this kind of sculpture is considered discrimination, because it records history after all... But, no one here cares about your political correctness, fist It’s up to you. If the administrator doesn’t want to demolish the statue, then he won’t allow it to be demolished, and it’s useless for anyone who refuses to accept it.” He Nan looked at the bustling crowd: “Business is very good, and I also saw many foreigners here... I'm afraid someone came here specifically to buy certain goods that are prohibited from being sold in the regular international market."

"It may also be an internal transaction of the gang." Shirley said softly, pointing to a group of people not far away: "Those people are all from the Hood Gang."

"Ah... indeed." He Nan fixed his eyes and saw a group of people in the distance wearing various hoods like the big red hood - except that their hoods were all black.

The members of the Hood Gang chatted with the Victorian guards, and then they were relieved, and entered an old elevator-the wooden platform and the elevator shaft were covered by barbed wire, and the levers had to be pulled to go up and down.

"...It seems that ordinary people are not allowed to go underground." He Nan frowned: "Perhaps that is our destination."

(End of this chapter)