Chapter 737

Maybe it rained these days, and the road in the town was a little muddy. From time to time, animal circles of livestock can be seen on both sides of the muddy road, which tastes very heavy. Qin Lunla lowered the little felt hat he had snatched from the tourists, covered his face a little, and stooped to walk towards the town with a small bag.

Like all the immigrant towns in North America in this era, the construction of Mount town has just started, and the urban planning is neat and simple. For the time being, it is still an agricultural town dominated by agriculture and animal husbandry. In addition to the black slaves in the plantation, most of the other white townspeople own their own land and livestock.

The town has a large area and a small population. In addition to the main building where people live, most of the houses in each family also have a forage bank, a livestock rack and a tool house. In particular, the forage bank is almost more important than the granary. Without a granary, people don't necessarily starve to death. Without their own forage bank, others won't help you raise large animals with forage.

Qin Lun watched as he walked. He found that there was only one main road in the town. At the end of the dirt road was a church and a small square.

Compared with other buildings, this church is the most magnificent. It has a three-story Gothic structure with a bell tower on the top. There are several wells around the small square. A group of well-off village girls gather around the well and gather in a few small circles, chattering.

When Qin Lun came here, he had found his goal. He stepped in and turned into a tavern on the left side of the dirt road with oak barrels carved on its signboard.

Probably because the time is still early, there are not many people in the pub. The bartender behind the bar is holding a dirty rag and wiping the purple brown walnut bar.

"Aggressive!" Qin Lun leaned on the bar and knocked on the table to remind the bartender of his arrival.

"What do you want?" Bartender is a young man in his twenties. He didn't stop his work. He just looked up at Qin Lun and asked casually.

Qin Lun glanced at the young man. He was wearing a linen sweatshirt, which was full of stains that could not be cleaned thoroughly. The cuffs rolled up on the forearm showed several threads. The tiger's mouth holding the dishcloth had calluses, and the skin on the back of the hand was rough and exuviated.

He doesn't look like a tavern owner in terms of age or clothes. Otherwise, even if he doesn't do well in business, he will make himself a face-to-face dress. It's not unusual that the tavern owner is not in the shop. It's not the peak of business yet. The boss may be making up his mind and preparing for the business in the evening.

"Give me a beer!" Qin Lun took out a 10 shilling silver coin and put it on the bar. He pushed it to the bartender with his fingers. "In addition to the wine, answer me a few questions. It's yours."

The young man looked at the silver coin's throat and said in a low voice with a flattering look on his face: "you can ask anything you want, but the news I hear here is hearsay, which is not guaranteed to be true!"

This world is the image world of the earth, in many ways the same. In terms of England's ratio, a pound is worth 20 shillings, and a silver coin of 10 shillings is almost half a pound.

Don't think the money is small. In the first industrial revolution, the weekly salary of a textile woman worker was almost one pound. In other words, they were only a little over four pounds a month.

At that time, the weavers were also technical workers. Although they were women workers, they were paid more than the waiters in a colonial bar. Apart from that beer, Qin Lun's silver coin of 10 shillings is also the bartender's income for four or five days.

Take the modern 3000 monthly salary, which is hundreds of oceans. The price is just to answer the news from several pubs. The young bartender is certainly pleased.

"Ha ha, my problem is not difficult! Tell me, who has the most money in this town? Who used to be a veteran Cavalry, sailors or officers? " Qin Lun asked with flashing eyes.

Although Dana, a black girl saved by Qin Lun, found Carmen's body, she did not see the murderer, so Qin Lun did not know that the murderer who killed Carmen was a gentleman dressed humanoid, and he could only use the clues at hand for reasoning.

Carmen's fatal injury is in two places, one is a big hole dug out of his chest, the other is a flat cut, decapitated neck. From the perspective of decapitation injury, the murderer is obviously a person who is good at using sharp blade and has a certain understanding of human body structure.

There are many such occupations, and less noticeable ones are cooks, butchers, doctors, soldiers, and so on. If this man is in Mount Town, he is most likely a veteran who has fought and killed people. The possibility of other professions is much lower.

Mount town is a new continent town developed by British colonists. Apart from the manor owners and slaves who came here to start businesses, the immigrants here are basically bankrupt farmers, small handicraftsmen, proletarians, etc.

In this era, Britain has defeated many competitors in the sea, and has the rudiment of an empire in the future. There is no war in China. Chefs, butchers and doctors all have their own skills. Those with excellent skills seldom emigrate to the new world for a living.

Besides, although chefs, butchers and doctors can use knives, they can't behead people cleanly with kitchen knives, bone cutters and scalpels. The cutting tools used for beheading are usually long knives. Although short knives can also behead people, they need strong strength and skillful killing skills.As a result, the most likely killers are veterans who have fought, and cavalry, sailors and officers who wear cavalry knives or machetes. In this era, ordinary soldiers use fireguns and bayonets. The bayonets of long daggers are not convenient for cutting people.

"Oh, sir Wilson is the only one. He is not only the richest and most important man here, but also has been fighting with the French and Austrians before." The young man blurted out without hesitation. He felt that the problem was surprisingly simple.

Only when he has money can he arrange the ceremony venue, and only when he has the skill of killing people can he prepare the sacrifice. Lord Wilson among the young people completely conforms to Qin Lun's profile of the murderer.

"Lord Wilson? Lord, or sir? " Qin Lun asked cautiously with a flash of his eyes.

The British aristocracy in this era is different from those in the centuries to come. The title is still valuable. It is not like that any cat and dog can get a title from the British royal family in the future.

However, Lord and jazz are different. The former is an honorary title that has made great contributions to the country and is authorized by the royal family and cannot be inherited. The latter is a hereditary title. As for the high nobility above the knights, it is obviously impossible to come to the new world to be a farmer in person.

"This It's like jazz! " The young man is a little uncertain. He usually doesn't pay attention to what kind of formal address others use to greet the big man. Even if I heard it, I was not impressed.

Qin Lun nodded, and the jazz was right. Although the Knights are hereditary, the lowest ranking nobles are often in the middle of nowhere, so they may come to the new world to start a new business. Although the Lord is not hereditary, he can rely on his great contribution to the country at present, and they are generally famous and wealthy.

This kind of big man's industry in the new continent may only be an investment, and I will not stay for a long time. Moreover, his every move is attracting people's attention. It's hard to imagine that he would personally make a blood sacrifice ceremony of some kind of cult.

"Last question Where does the great man live? " Qin Lun released his finger from the silver coin and smiled gracefully.

After more than an hour, Qin Lun saw a country manor.

Wilson manor is located five miles outside the town of Monte. It is a small building complex composed of a four story Gothic main building and a bungalow. Behind it is a small hillside, on the left is a sugar mill and a small racecourse. On the right and in front are the lush sugarcane fields.

In front of the manor, there is a paved dirt road leading to the town of mount, which is the way Qin Lun came. Along the dirt road, he could always see some dark slaves working hard in the fields.

The Gothic manor is supposed to be the place where the owners live, while the rough bungalows should be the place where the slaves live. According to the area of this sugarcane garden, I'm afraid it needs at least 100 slaves to take care of it.

Qin Lun watched Wilson's manor from afar and did not keep close. His clothes came from a traveler, and the rough workmanship and texture showed that the dress was not so decent.

Wearing this dress, he was sure that the housekeeper of the manor would not introduce him to the master.

Sir Wilson, whose full name is Thomas Wilson, is nearly 40 years old and in his prime. As Qin Lun speculated, the Wilson family had been in decline more than 20 years ago.

Thomas Wilson chose to join the army when he was young in order to reorganize his family. However, without money, even if he had a hereditary title, he could only start from a junior officer.

After seven or eight years of fighting in the army and taking part in the brutal seven-year war, he still couldn't climb to the top and chose to retire in despair.

But I didn't expect him to turn around after he retired. After disappearing in the eyes of acquaintances for several years, when he reappeared, he had married the only daughter of a big businessman, and had a son and a daughter. He inherited a huge sugarcane garden in South Carolina.

"Can such a person really become a pervert killer? What mysterious power is there in him? " At the same time of great interest, Qin Lun couldn't help doubting whether he had found the wrong person.

"In what way should I approach this great man?" Qin Lun glanced at his inconspicuous dress and let go of his mouth. Because of the time, it is obvious that he can no longer prepare properly and must take direct action.

"Such a simple dress, it must be white again. Neither as a guest nor as a slave... " Qin Lun's eyes rolled. "It's no use pretending to be a doctor or a civil servant. Mount town is too small. Wilson must know all the people in the town. So I can only choose a role that is not noticeable, but must be able to enter the manor."

Qin Lun glanced around aimlessly, and finally stopped looking at the stable on the left side of the manor.