Chapter 132

After listening to the old lady's conversation with the police for a while, an pointed to relax. She didn't have to worry about the two couples, and she didn't have the possibility of exposure. Then she went along the narrow tunnel.

This secret road should be excavated by hand. It is supported by logs, reinforced with steel bars and a small amount of cement. It can only accommodate one person to walk with a slight bend. There is a simple light bulb every few meters to provide lighting. Although it is dark, it is not difficult to see the road clearly.

It may be to bypass other foundations. Walking through this passage, you can obviously feel the route of turning and turning back. Fortunately, it is not complicated. If there is a maze in it, an's finger can only mean a dog.

Temporarily safe, he walked over and considered the situation after entering the copy.

"Find a chance to find out who you are"

He whispered.

At first, he thought he was just a poor middle-aged tramp. Later, he was caught by the police. He thought he was playing a criminal. Up to now, he is a little uncertain.

The identity of the black uncle is unusual.

It's normal for a criminal to be caught by the police, but it's a little weird for a criminal to be caught by the police but unconditionally helped by another wave of people.

What do you have to do with those people? Why did the old black couple make him a savior? In addition, in the mouth of the two policemen, he pointed to the revolver he got when he learned that he had attacked the police, but why did he attack the police? What is the motive?

He opened the system log and found that there was no branch task triggered. The main task was the same sentence: meet with all other players.

This made his doubts deeper. According to the previous urination, should he activate any branch tasks as a hint long ago?

All kinds of signs make him smell an unusual smell. It feels like a bear child who has lost the puzzle everywhere. You want to put the puzzle together one by one, but you find that the key pieces are hidden by the bear child.

One of the most critical pieces is your identity!

As long as we understand this point, other problems can be solved.

Looking at the endless tunnel, Ann smiled and said to herself:

"I'm not a freedom fighter to eliminate racial discrimination, am I? Hey, how can..."

I have the impression that there are indeed a group of people calling for the elimination of racial discrimination at this time, but racial discrimination has not disappeared until the 21st century.

The rustle of walking sounded again in the channel, and all the clues were spliced and combined in his mind. He tried to restore the truth, even though the truth was sometimes unexpected

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"Hey, Thomas, be careful. That's the best whisky here. Don't spill it."

A white guy around the age of 20 was reminding his careless black companion.

"I know, of course I know. You don't have to remind me again and again, York. You just worry too much... Look, perfect."

They put the heavy oak barrel on the wine rack and wiped the sweat. The white guy turned his eyes and felt two flat wine pots from his body.

"Just drink a little and you won't be found?"

The black man named Thomas is also excited. This is Irish whisky smuggled from Britain for 15 years. In the United States, which is under prohibition, let alone such good wine, ordinary privately brewed spirits are not cheap.

The prohibition law not only does not prohibit people from drinking openly, but also loses the tax on alcohol. It is not difficult to imagine who the money went into.

At the instigation of their companions, when the two young men were about to unseal the barrel of Scotch whisky, the sound of stone friction came from the other side, which made the guilty hands tremble, and the metal wine pot fell to the ground, making a crisp and harsh noise.

A figure appears behind the idle wine rack. He appears from the movable door panel on the other side. The place can only be opened from the back. It looks the same as the wall.

The clever York remembered that the secret road led to the couple's home. If they were not trustworthy people, the stubborn old couple would not tell him the location of the entrance of the secret road even if they were pointed at their heads with guns.

Obviously, this man is his own, even if he holds two revolvers

"Who are you, sir?"

York reacted the fastest. He winked at his stunned friend Thomas and asked in front of him.

“……”

An Yizhi said, I especially want to know who I am!

"I'm York and this is Thomas. We all work here."

"Tell me, is this blue heaven?"

"Yes, sir"

Put the gun away. Ann pointed and asked:

"Someone told me that it was difficult to go to blue heaven"

"I remember who he is!"

Thomas seemed to think of something and said excitedly to his companion:

"In the morning, the boss said to pay attention to whether there is a middle-aged black uncle in rags nearby. It should be you, sir."

York glanced nervously at Ann. Seeing that he was not unhappy with his companion's words, he quickly said:

"Forgive my friend, he's just too happy to see you. If you don't mind, I think I should call the boss, Thomas, you go."

"OK! I'll be right back"

The black guy climbed the wooden stairs at a speed like a free running antelope, with a little... Cheerful meaning?

After a few seconds of silence, York couldn't help being curious.

"Sir, you really..."

He said he'd be right back. That's right away.

Before York could speak, Thomas took another man down the cellar.

His dress is similar to that of most middle-aged people in this era. He wears a pinstripe suit and holds his hat in his hand. When he sees an Yizhi, he immediately shows a kind smile, and his half bald forehead glitters under the orange light.

"Welcome... Welcome you. I knew you wouldn't be caught by those simple minded policemen."

"Do you know me?"

"Of course, I mean, it's a pleasure."

Middle aged people pile up smiles:

"Once I saw your... Uh, York, Thomas, you two go clean up your upstairs room and prepare a suit."

"Good boss"

He introduced himself to two young people:

"I, Gus Gerrard, am the boss of this blue paradise and your follower."

"Did you send someone to deliver the letter to me in front of the cinema?"

"It has been discovered by the police. I don't know how they found our meeting place. In order not to expose my identity, I had to send you a letter."

Rally? What rally?

I want to ask, but now the most important thing is to meet with other players. To be honest, it's hard for an Yizhi who is used to magic to fight with people with pistols.

"Other [beep -] well, where are the others?"

The 30-year-old middle-aged man named Gus is not a special NPC. The word "player" is blocked.

No matter what kind of identity the system prepares for an Yi, his task of randomly entering and entering the copy is to help the players who play first, so he speculates that he and other players should be in the same camp.

"Please rest assured that the other four people are in the basement of the cinema, and the police will never find them."

Four people... Well, it should be right. The copy status says there are four players.

"Please follow me. It's safe here."

Ann nodded and walked out of the cellar with Gus.

Blue Paradise is a tavern without a business license, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, as long as you manage up and down in this period, the prohibition law is just a decoration.

The atmosphere was foul. What the pub is like, the hall is full of people who come to buy drunk. The smell of alcohol, cigar smoke and sweat are mixed with the inferior perfume of the wine girls. They can be described in a smoky atmosphere, but they are much better than the stink and smell of ANN.

"Let me know if you have any questions"

"Don't worry, boss. I understand."

After instructing the bartender, Gus led an Yizhi to a room on the second floor:

"You can rest here. It's safe here. I'm next door. If you need anything, just tell me."

Then he respectfully left.

Your real identity is higher than expected

At the very least, he is by no means a joking human rights activist.

No matter how you think, you can't think of a reason. Since you know that the players are in the cinema, an Yizhi decides to meet first. As long as you get back the casting ability, it should be much easier later.

I changed my smelly clothes and cleaned up on the washstand in my room. I don't need to rest. I don't have that time.

When an Yi pointed to the mirror to try on his clothes, the scene that first happened in the public toilet appeared again, and the people in the mirror showed a strange smile

An Yizhi, who had been mentally prepared, was not frightened this time. He buttoned up in a leisurely manner and raised his middle finger in the mirror:

"Look at my mouth, *******************************************************************************************************.

Pack up all your belongings and Ann knocked on the door next door.

"Won't you take a break?"

Asked Gus, who was writing something on an old typewriter behind his desk.

An Yi pointed out that he wanted to perfunctory him, but found that he lost control of his body. This feeling is very novel. Obviously, the five senses are there, but the body is operated by another person.

"No, I'm fine, thank you"

The guy who manipulated the body said, and then opened the chair and sat down on one leg.

An Yizhi knew in his heart that this period was probably a passing CG. All he needed to do was watch the play.

"Do you have a way to take me to the cinema?"

"No, sir, not for the time being. The officials under our control can't command the police at all. Heywood is behind them."

Heywood? Who is this?

"Ah, of course I know him, my former boss"

There was a mocking smile on his face:

"I don't think he has that much energy. Many of the old men above are not satisfied with him."

"Yes, you're right. Other forces in the city should also join."

"Where are the others?"

"The other four stepped into the cinema first. They are in the secret room."

I felt my vision flickering up and down. It seemed that the guy who manipulated his body was nodding.

"With all due respect, there are 20 policemen searching the cinema. Why do you and others insist on..."

Seeing the black man in front of him with gloomy eyes, Gus shivered and dared not say anything more.

"We've decided to send you out of town until the situation calms down."

"No! I have to be where I should be before midnight. If I miss this opportunity, I may have to wait more than ten or even twenty years. I can't afford to wait."

"But..."

"No more, I'll find a way"

Moving to the right, Ann pointed to the shotgun hanging on the office wall.

"Winchester... Yes, it should be used. Give it to me."

Gus got up and obediently sent the famous shotgun named Winchester m1987 to an Yizhi,

"Prepare some more lubricating oil for me. It doesn't need too much. Just put it in a wine pot

Although he wondered why he needed lubricating oil, Gus didn't dare to delve into what had just happened.

"OK, just a moment. I'll tell my men to bring it up."

Just as Gus opened the door, he saw the bartender running up in a hurry:

"Boss, there are a lot of police outside. They surrounded the tavern!"

The man who manipulated his body stood up and went to the window. An Yizhi saw that the street was blocked by police cars, and saw a man with obviously different painting style in a lot of uniforms. A voice in his heart told him that it was Heywood.