Rebirth in America: Great Slave Owner

"Boss, Mr. Booth has been waiting for you in the reception room for a long time!" On this day, Lincoln had just returned to the office when his assistant stepped forward to report to him.

That's right, the "Mr. Booth" the assistant referred to was John Wilkes Booth. Since he returned to New York, this guy has been deliberately approaching Lincoln, because at this time Lincoln doesn't even talk about the president. None of the Republican candidates were yet, and Booth himself was a well-known actor, and he had extensive contacts, so he quickly got acquainted with Lincoln.

So when he heard that Booth was visiting, Lincoln replied casually, "Oh, let him in then!"

Two minutes later, Lincoln saw Booth walking in, so he asked, "John, I'm sorry, I've been very busy at this time, making you wait so long."

"Actually, it's me who should be embarrassed. I know that Abraham, you've been so busy these days, and I still have something to trouble you!" Booth replied embarrassedly.

"It's okay, what's the matter?" Lincoln asked.

"It's a question about the law!" Having said this, Booth looked left and right, then took a step closer and said in a low voice, "But this matter is not clear here, Abraham, do you have time to come to my place at night? , I'll tell you in detail!"

Because he was a lawyer, Lincoln had long been accustomed to asking friends for legal questions, but after looking at the memo, he was still a little embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, John, I have an important reception tonight. join......"

Before Lincoln could finish speaking, Booth interrupted: "It doesn't matter, then tomorrow night or the night after the day after, it's not bad for a day or two anyway!"

Seeing that Booth had already said so, Lincoln felt that it was not easy to shirk, so he thought about it and replied, "Okay, then I'll go to your house tomorrow night."

Unexpectedly, Booth waved his hand and said, "Don't go to my house, you come here to find me!" With that, Booth handed over a note.

Lincoln glanced at it, then frowned and asked, "Why go to such a remote place?"

"Because this matter is related to something in this house, it can only be explained here!" Booth explained, and then added: "By the way, don't tell anyone about this."

As a lawyer, Lincoln had seen such mysterious things a lot, so he didn't take it seriously, so he nodded and agreed.

The next night, Lincoln arrived at Booth's house in the suburbs on time. It happened to be a stormy night. As soon as Lincoln entered the house, before he could get used to the dim light of the kerosene lamp, he saw a flash of fire from the muzzle in front of him. He was shot and fell to the ground, but his eyes were wide open!

Booth fired two more shots on Lincoln before squatting down, covering his eyes and sighing, "Honestly Abraham, if you don't support abolition or don't want to run for president, we can really be good Friend, but a pity, hey!"

After finishing disposing of Lincoln's body and hiding it, Booth left New York overnight and rushed to Springfield!

When she learned about Booth's shooting of Lincoln, Tangning was speechless for a long time. Although he was talking to Booth to induce him to do so, Tangning never dared to take it seriously. , I can't even imagine that such an important historical figure like Lincoln died so indirectly by his own means. Of course, Booth certainly wouldn't think so, but in this way, Lincoln has already died at Booth's hands twice. . . .

Seeing Tangning's shocked expression, Douglas smiled and said, "Tony, in fact, when I first heard the news, my reaction was similar to yours, I didn't expect Booth to shoot Lincoln. Should Seward be the Republican nominee, there's a good chance the war you wrote about in Gone with the Wind wouldn't have happened.

Speaking of "Gone with the Wind", this should be the one thing that shocked me the most before Booth shot Lincoln. I really didn't expect you to write novels, Tony So many sensitive guesses and deductions are stuffed into a romance novel. "

"I can't do anything about it, or else no one will listen to my guesses and deductions!" Tangning replied helplessly, spreading her hands.

Then he asked, "By the way, did the New York police find out that Booth was the murderer?"

Douglas shook his head and replied, "Not yet, but to be prudent, Booth is safer in Springfield."

Then he warned: "By the way, don't tell anyone else about this! Otherwise, I wouldn't have to call you from New Orleans to tell you!"

Tangning assured, "Don't worry, how could I possibly tell others about this kind of thing."

To Tangning's surprise, after returning from Springfield, Nicole actually came over~www.readwn.com~ pointed to a newspaper and asked him mysteriously, "Tony, who is this Mr. Lincoln? Didn't you find someone to kill?"

Tangning took it over and saw that it turned out to be a piece of the New York Post, which was about Lincoln's murder. However, because Lincoln's reputation was not very good, the news was the size of a piece of tofu.

Although she was surprised by Nicole's sensitivity, Tangning said with a stern face, "Don't talk nonsense, I haven't been to New York recently!"

Nicole replied disapprovingly, "But you can find someone to do this for you!"

"Hey, why do you think this has something to do with me!" Tangning said depressedly.

"Don't you dare to say that this matter has nothing to do with you?" Nicole asked while staring at Tangning.

This question made Tangning speechless for a while, because he really didn't dare to say that this matter had nothing to do with him. Seeing Tangning's expression, Nicole said proudly, "Look, I guessed it right!"

Then he reassured: "Tony, don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this, and it's good for me to be able to avoid war, I don't want to lose my manor like that Hao Scarlett and be reduced to driving some hell. Lumber mill!"

"I thought you would like a strong female protagonist like Hao Sijia!" Tangning said in surprise.

And Nicole sighed: "If it's possible, who would think about being a strong woman, staying with the man she likes all day, dancing, drinking coffee, and doing what everyone loves to do. Is it okay?"

PS: Thanks to book friends "Sima Kuaijun" and "My name is Dumb.." for their support! In addition, I wrote a book, and it didn't pass the trial, but today I saw a book "After Sewing With a Blind Date" when I was sweeping the list...