America 1881: Legend of the West

"Your senior brother's information is all on it." The three Wyatts walked into the hotel and handed their notebooks to Chen Jianqiu, who was already waiting in the hotel.

"Have you stepped on all the steps clearly?" Chen Jianqiu asked as he opened his notebook.

"Almost." Wyatt nodded, "That place is not complicated."

"Then you guys take a rest and meet in my room later." Chen Jianqiu turned around and walked towards his room.

He walked into the room and closed the door.

Through this U.S. Customs entry information, Chen Jianqiu verified the correctness of several of his conjectures and obtained other information.

Li Shiri not only defected to the Americans, but also surrendered to the Qing Dynasty before coming to the United States, because according to the information he provided to the U.S. Customs, he entered the United States as a Qing military officer.

But after he came to the United States, he said nothing about this identity.

Li Shiri was afraid that Huang Qingyun and those who knew him would kill him.

Chen Jianqiu sat at the table and continued to flip through his notes. The image of this senior brother gradually became clear in his mind.

However, as the information increased, Chen Jianqiu's eyes couldn't help but become trance-like.

The visions that had appeared before appeared in his mind again.

These phantoms are composed of the original fragmented individuals, like the pieces of a puzzle, filling in their blank memories one by one, and at the same time, new fragments are constantly being generated until the memory is completed.

Chen Jianqiu's memory, to be precise, is the memory of the original owner of this body, which has been restored.

He was an orphan of the King of England. After the city was broken, he fled to the southwest under the escort of his old army. He traveled between Yunnan and Guizhou, avoiding the pursuit of the Qing army.

During this period, he developed a skill.

Later, he was forced to flee near Xinning, where he was taken in by a local martial arts senior and became a closed disciple.

And Li Shiri is his senior brother.

This senior was not a member of TPJ, but he was an expert in a certain branch of the Tiandihui, and he was quite prestigious. His life's creed was only four words: "Resist the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty."

He taught Chen Jianqiu everything he had learned throughout his life.

But Li Shiri betrayed his teacher to seek glory, revealed the teacher's details to the Qing court, and personally led his team to hunt him down.

In the end, the master died tragically under Li Shiri's gun, and Chen Jianqiu fled to the United States.

Li Shiri was hunted down by Jianghu people for killing his army. After a lucky escape, he followed Chen Jianqiu's footsteps to San Francisco and killed him on a train from San Francisco to Salt Lake City.

As a time traveler, Chen Jianqiu had no feelings for his master.

After all, this memory only belongs to the original owner of the body.

But he still has respect for that senior.

Moreover, since he has inherited the body, he still has to avenge himself for the original owner.

Now, it depends on whether Li Shiri can keep the appointment as scheduled on the evening of the 10th.

On the other side, Li Shiri, who was locked up in the Pinkerton Solitary Room, was in a very complicated mood.

He couldn't remember when he had an extra wallet on him, or if it was Robert's lost wallet.

But now, no matter what he says, the Pinkerton detectives will not believe it.

Li Shiri grabbed his hair, a little desperate.

Without the Pinkerton Detective Agency as his backer, Huang Qingyun and his gang would kill him before he could even be sent back to the country.

He still owes a blood debt.

It was all caused by my junior brother who "resurrected from the dead". Without him, none of this would be possible.

Li Shiri suddenly remembered what Chen Jianqiu said to him in the cafe during the day.

night? Archives?

He seemed to have found the only way.

If he could catch Chen Changluo himself and bring him to William Pinkerton, he could prove that he was responsible for the fire at the pier in San Francisco.

Then, you can still be saved.

To put it bluntly, it's really not possible. Killing him will end the serious trouble in my heart.

Li Shiri's eyes gradually turned cold.

Chen Changluo, if I can kill you once, I can kill you twice.

Nights in San Francisco are hardly hustle and bustle, especially far from the bustling downtown archives.

It's not even busy during the day, let alone in the dead of night.

The door was closed, and there was only a caretaker holding a lantern and wandering around the building twice from time to time.

For Li Shiri, these are not problems.

Just like the Pinkerton Detective Agency's lockup room, it's not a problem for him.

As usual, no one will care about the person locked in the solitary room. It is estimated that no one will find out that he has escaped from the solitary room until tomorrow morning at the earliest.

At this time, Li Shiri, with a revolver in his waist, was squatting in the bushes not far from the gate, observing every move of the patrolling gatekeeper.

He quickly mastered the gatekeeper's patrol route and time pattern, and then found an opportunity to approach the archives.

Li Shiri originally wanted to go in through the skylight on the roof, but when he went around to the back door of the archives, he unexpectedly found that the back door was open.

Are the people in these archives so impetuous in everything they do? Not even the back door is closed.

Is the patrolling janitor so careless? It seems that it is just a formality and pretense.

Li Shiri quietly touched in.

He groped in the dark and climbed toward the second floor.

He wanted to find a favorable terrain and lay an ambush first. It would be best to take advantage of Chen Jianqiu's unpreparedness and give him a fatal blow.

Better to use a gun.

He and Chen Jianqiu came from the same sect and knew each other very well. If there was an honest duel, there would be no winner in a short period of time.

Li Shiri was not worried at all about someone saying he had a sneak attack, because only living people could speak, and besides, in his opinion, a sneak attack was not a shameful thing.

Along the wall, in the darkness, he touched the doorway of the daytime glass door.

He gave it a gentle push.

That door was actually ajar!

The door was opened so easily.

Li Shiri was overjoyed. Things were progressing much more smoothly than he had imagined.

Without thinking, he climbed up the stairs to the second floor, and then came to the fence on the second floor.

From here, you can clearly pay attention to the movements on the first floor.

If someone comes, he will know immediately.

Li Shiri calmed down and prepared to wait for Chen Jianqiu's arrival.

He squatted on the edge of the railing, paying careful attention to the movements around him.

Suddenly, he smelled a pungent smell.

In the darkness, he couldn't see what was going on around him in the file tube. However, the pungent smell seemed to come from his feet.

Li Shiri carefully touched the ground with his fingers.

The floor was wet, as if liquid was running on it.

He put his wet fingers to his nose and smelled it, and was stunned.

It's the smell of kerosene.

Someone poured kerosene in the archives!

Suddenly, out of the darkness, a fiery snake appeared.

The fire snake emitted the light of flames, which suddenly made Li Shiri's eyes accustomed to darkness feel particularly dazzling.

His eyes narrowed.

But within a short period of time, the fire snake scurried up and down, licked up the flammable materials in the surrounding area, and turned into a wall of fire.

There was kerosene everywhere.

Li Shiri was a little confused.

What on earth is Chen Changluo trying to do? Is he addicted to setting fires?

He looked left and right, looking for a way out and seeing if he could find the person who set the fire.

The first fire snake seemed not far away from him.

"Brother, what are you looking for? You're not looking for me, are you?" Suddenly, a familiar voice reached Li Shiri's ears.

Chen Jianqiu's figure appeared behind the fire.

"It was indeed you who set off the fire at the dock union last time." Li Shiri continued to look for a retreat route as he spoke.

However, he soon discovered that where Chen Jianqiu was standing was the only direction leading to the exit.

Or, he could jump directly from the second floor, but it was hard to say whether he could escape unscathed from this height.

"Junior brother, do we have to fight each other to the death?" Li Shiri stared at Chen Jianqiu through the firelight, "We are in the United States now. We can work together to do something. There is no need to fight to the death."

Chen Jianqiu did not answer his question, but asked: "Brother, do you know why the master named you Li Shiri?"

Li Shiri remained silent.

"Master told me that your ancestors were originally from Yangzhou and named you Li Shiri to remind you not to forget 'Ten Days in Yangzhou', but you actually voted for the Qing court!"

Chen Jianqiu suddenly said loudly:

"Li Shiri! You have forgotten your lineage, been ungrateful, and betrayed the master. Today, I will clean up the family for the dead master."

Li Shiri bit his lip, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "What are you bragging about? When have you ever beaten me in your life? Let's just use the gestures taught by the master."

After saying that, he bounced up from the ground like a spring, waved his left hand and rushed towards Chen Jianqiu.

However, his right hand reached for the revolver at his waist.

"Snapped!"

There was a bullet hole in Li Shiri's head, and he fell hard to the ground from the air.

The Colt in Chen Jianqiu's hand was still smoking: "I remember exactly how you killed the master."

He put the pistol back into the holster, and then kicked Li Shiri's body to the first floor.

At this time, Hanif and Holliday walked in carrying the body of the patrolling security guard.

"No way, he saw us." Holiday shrugged.

Chen Jianqiu checked Li Shiri's revolver and found that it was the same model as the one used by Holiday.

After Chen Jianqiu wiped his Colt clean, he stuffed it into the security guard's hand.

"Let's go, there's a gunshot here, someone will be here later."

Everyone left the archives.

Behind them, fire burned.