Chapter 14: little **** the road
"Uh~~" John woke up from his dream, looked out the window, took out his pocket watch and checked that it was 8 in the morning. After washing himself, John began to stretch his muscles, and then John took another shower.
After getting dressed, John plans to go to Bear Claw Canyon, because the canyon is very big and cannot be reached in a day.
John, who was riding a horse, remembered Arthur Morgan he met yesterday, and he was really upset when he was playing until Arthur was betrayed and then abandoned by Dutch and died alone on the top of the mountain. But after a while, I thought that Arthur had been an outlaw for 20 years. He had not killed a thousand but certainly a few hundred. We don't need to worry about how much of it is alive and how much is innocent. After all, Arthur's death is definitely not wrong.
After talking so much with Arthur last night, he did mean to save him, but John knew that if he didn't save himself, no one could save him. Arthur is foolish and loyal to Dutch, he may persuade others to leave, but he himself will not leave Dutch. As he said to Dutch at the end, "I dedicated my life to you."
Whether it can be saved or not, let's talk about it, because John himself hasn't figured out how to break Dutch's supremacy in the Vanderlin Gang.
When John passed by the police station gate, he saw a little girl who kept intercepting the bounty hunters and trying to tell something, but basically no one paid any attention to her. She is short in stature, estimated to be thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a worn long skirt, but it can be seen that the long skirt should be good-looking before it is damaged, and the quality should be good.
John curiously stopped his horse and leaned in the shade, lit a cigarette, and stood not far away to watch the little girl persevere and tell every bounty hunter who entered, but no one paid her any attention. , and even a few impatient bounty hunters pushed her several times. But the little girl got up with perseverance and still stopped every bounty hunter passing by.
John lit another cigarette after his last puff. He suddenly wondered how long this little girl could be like this, and time passed by like this.
John finished smoking a whole box of premium cigarettes exchanged by the system, but the little girl kept intercepting cowboys and hunters. When she was thirsty, she ran to the manger for a couple of sips of water, and John couldn't see her eating all morning.
John looked at the cigarette butts on the ground, then threw away the empty cigarette case and walked towards the little girl.
Just as John walked to the door, the little girl who was no accident stopped in front of John, her voice a little hoarse.
She is very thin, and her originally fair face has turned sallow from hunger or anxiety. Her original face must be beautiful because she has beautiful blue eyes and delicate facial features. Although her face is dirty, John can still see it. It's a pity that her eyes don't have the innocence that a child should have, but it is a kind of emptiness. She has light brown hair, and a pair of beautiful hands. The fingers are slender and there is no trace of years of labor, but because she fell a few times before. Her hand was scratched a lot, but she didn't look like she was in any pain.
"Hey! Sir, do you want to get the treasure? I know where it is. Sir." The hoarse little girl said to John, with mechanical repetition in her voice.
"It's true, it's a big treasure, I promise you. As long as I tell you the address, you'll get a lot of money."
John looked at the lifeless child and listened to her hoarse voice due to her constant speaking.
John crouched down and said to her in a gentle voice, "Okay."
It seems that she did not expect John's unexpected answer. The little girl did not react for a while, but continued to tell about the treasure, and she also vaguely revealed the source of the treasure. John's smile didn't interrupt her.
After speaking for a while, she was suddenly stunned, and then a ray of light burst out in her empty eyes, like a beam of dawn in a desperate situation.
"Sir, I, I, can tell you, your treasure, the location of the treasure, but you have to help, help me, do one thing. I'll tell you where it is, I, I, can use my life Guaranteed." The girl was a little incoherent with excitement.
"Okay, what can I do for you? My lady." John asked softly, keeping his squatting body level with the child.
"Really, really? Are you sure, sir? You can't go back, sir, are you sure, you can't go back." The child still couldn't believe it, because no one believed her in the past three days.
"Well, I'm sure, I don't regret it." Seeing that the child's panic and excitement appeared in those beautiful eyes again, John closed his eyes and nodded, and told her again with certainty.
"Help me! Revenge! Help me kill those five bad guys, sir, help me kill those five bad guys who killed my whole family. As long as you kill them, you can do whatever you want. I'll take you to find them. Treasure! I promise! I promise!" The little girl said excitedly, tears streaming from her blue eyes, but there was no hint of crying in her voice.
"Okay! I'll help you, but now I'll take you to eat. You look hungry. How about we help you while we eat?" John gently wiped the little girl's face with both hands. Tears, the tone is still gentle.
"Hi! Bounty hunter, you need to know what you're doing. If you want to take her to do something, you can't get out of this city, and I promise you'll show up on the gallows the next day. I promise!" A detective in his forties came out of the station and gave John a sharp warning.
Just when John looked up and wanted to say something, the little girl was the first to stop him.
"No, he'll help me. He said he wouldn't go back on it. He agreed, and he'll help me. Please don't drive him away, Mr. Detective." The little girl stopped the police The detective and John opened their hands and said to the young police detective, with anxiety in his voice as if he was afraid that John, who had been warned, would leave.
John stood up, touched the little girl's head, and then said softly to her, "Don't worry, I promise I won't go back on it."
"I think we can have a good talk. Do you have anything else to do now? Let's go have something to eat together." John said to the kind police detective.
"There are still some things that are not very important, and it is indeed time to eat, let's go." The bearded detective said.
After speaking, the detective walked in front. John reached out and grabbed the little girl's dirty little hand and followed behind the detective.
The three came to a restaurant with a decent storefront, and John waved to the proprietress.
"Whatever the guest needs, we have everything here." The proprietress was a slightly fat middle-aged woman with a pleasing smile on her face.
"Take her to take a bath and then find her a suitable dress, then take him to the next door to treat the wound and the rest is yours, remember! Be gentle when taking a bath." John took out 30 dollars The boss said.
"No problem sir, oh~ Poor little cutie, look what she has suffered these days? Come on, baby, I'll take you to change into clean clothes." The proprietress was about to reach out and pull the little girl, but The little girl immediately hid behind John and looked at her timidly.
"It's alright, go and change your clothes with her, and then I'll go and get rid of your enemy for you." John touched her head.
When she heard the words "enemy", the little girl immediately followed behind the proprietress.
After the little girl entered, John sat down at the table and looked at the detective.
"John Wick"
"Seljo Baylor."
"What happened to her?"
"A group of beasts broke into Triss's house, then tortured and killed her whole family, took everything of value and set fire to her house and the bodies of her parents and brother," the detective said.
"Do you know the murderer?" John asked.
"Where the two of us went, there was only the wreckage of a house and a few homeless people occupying the place. We didn't find anything else." Baylor briefly told the police station's handling. "No one saw who did it, and there was nothing we could do."
"Then what will you do in the end?"
"What can we do? We can only press on the lowest end of the file, and then don't think about it. And we are not sure of the murderer. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com only learned from her mouth that there were five people, well, at least five. And The only gangs in the neighborhood are the skinny gang of brutes and the **** of the Odrix gang, or the cameo robber bounty hunter, whoever could be, she's just unlucky."
"Have you offered a bounty?" John asked again.
"Who's offering a bounty? The Odrix Gang or the Skinner Gang? And their family lives in the suburbs, at Beecher's Hope Ranch. The police department won't go to great lengths on this matter. This kind of thing happens every day in the West. We can Not much has been done, except that she unfortunately survived."
"Then have you questioned her carefully?" John asked again.
"I asked. She said she only heard one of them named Sean. She didn't see anyone's appearance. She was lucky to hide in the crevices of the rubble."
"Are you sure his name is Sean?" John's eyes flickered when he heard these two words
"Yes, this is the only clue, but there are more than a dozen people named Sean around."
"Does she have a place to live?"
"In the church not far from here, Ms. Matthew allowed her to spend the night in the church," Baylor continued, "she goes to the police station every morning to find a bounty hunter who is willing to help her. You are not the first in the past three days. but I think you're the only one, why? John."
"Why? A guy once told me, kill the people who should be killed, and save the people who should be saved. I like to add the sentence at the end, help the people who should be helped. Why help her? Maybe because I'm a good person." John He was silent for a while.
"This is the West, and good people never live long." Baylor was silent for a while after hearing this, but instead said this.
"I understand." The two of John looked at Triss who was brought back and stopped talking.