New Gods of North America

The entertainment activities in the prison are obviously not rich enough.

After chatting for a while, the white old man seemed a little sleepy, so the three of them took a rest and there was silence in the cell.

I don't know when it will be.

Wayne was napping on the long bench in the cell.

Suddenly, I felt something poking the soft flesh of my cheek.

Wayne looked alertly.

It turned out to be Peter.

After waking up Wayne, Peter climbed onto the iron gate of the prison fence and fiddled with the keyhole with his two slender front legs.

With a slight "click" sound, the iron gate and iron fence were slightly misaligned.

Then Peter went straight out of the gap in the iron fence, crawled a few steps and found that Wayne did not follow him. He turned around and shook one of his front legs at Wayne.

Wayne shook his head.

Brother, escaping from prison is a serious crime. I am just an "illegal assembling of a crowd", so I cannot afford to commit such a crime.

Peter and Wayne looked at each other for a moment.

He even tilted his little head.

Then, as if it doubted Wayne's ability to understand, it crawled back into the iron gate and used its two slender front legs to push the gate slightly outward, making the gap on the side of the door larger.

Then it turned its head towards Wayne, as if asking silently - do you understand?

Wayne shook his head and spread his hands.

So it’s not because of the iron gate.

"Can you open the door?!"

A voice that seemed quite surprised suddenly came from behind Wayne.

Wayne looked and saw that the white old man had woken up at some point, but was still sitting against the wall.

But the white old man came over immediately and said, "Can you take us away with you?"

Wayne looked at him and said, "Jailbreak is a felony."

"Assisting a slave to escape will result in a $500 fine!"

The white old man asked back, "What's the difference between this and killing me? If I can leave, of course I will leave."

Wayne thought about it.

That is true...

The white old man saw that Wayne seemed to be hesitating, so he rummaged through his body and took out something that looked like a ticket stub.

Then he used his fingernails to create some barcode-like cracks and gaps on the edge of the ticket:

"I'm Old Jack from the Missouri Underground Railroad. If you help us open the door, we can help you in the future when you need it."

The Underground Railroad...

A non-profit organization that organized itself to assist slaves in escaping from slave states to neighboring northern states.

Opponents believe that they violate the Constitution and illegally infringe on other people's property, while supporters believe that they are upholding morality and there is nothing wrong with it morally.

It is said that they are distributed in many states, but generally they fight independently and cooperate with each other, and there is no unified leader.

Wayne thought for a moment.

Then he turned his head to look at Peter, first pointed to the opened iron gate on his side, then pointed to the iron gate of the next cell across the iron fence, and made an "open" gesture with both hands.

This seems to be the part that Peter can easily understand.

I saw it slip past quickly, and with a "click", the lock on the iron gate on the other side was opened, and then it slipped back.

The white old man patted the snoring black man, handed him the ticket, and stretched out his hand:

"Thank you, young friend."

Wayne reached out and shook it, then found a dried mushroom in his palm.

Under the gaze of the white old man, the dried mushrooms quickly returned to their fresh appearance as if they had just been picked. "This is the 'Green Fairy'. I give it to you."

It turns out that you are also an extraordinary person.

"What's the use of this?" Wayne looked at the mushroom.

The white old man raised his eyebrows. "Before it withers again, it will be delicious if you use it to make soup."

Ah this...

The black man had woken up by then, and seeing the iron door open, he knew he should leave quickly.

Before leaving, the white old man looked at Wayne and said, "Aren't you leaving?"

Wayne made a "please" gesture, "I'm not in a hurry, you guys go first."

…

It was about time for dawn.

Roose Bolton just appeared in the outer room of the prison - to be honest, Wayne was actually quite curious whether this man needed to sleep.

After walking in,

He glanced at the two open iron doors and Wayne, who was lying in the cell and waving at him. His brows relaxed slightly, and then he turned to his men following behind him and ordered:

"No need to arrange bail. Call the person in charge here."

Then came some difficult-to-understand words like "malfeasance", "published in the newspaper", and "complaint to the mayor".

Wayne lowered his head and pretended to play with his nails while listening to Roose Bolton scolding the person in charge at the scene.

Then it seemed that someone invited Roose Bolton to an office for a private chat, and finally a man in a special black uniform came over to remind Wayne and told him that he could leave.

Inessa and Lina's carriage also stopped at the door of the police station.

Roose Bolton was talking to Wayne on the side of the road:

"Bishop Corleone was right in his appreciation of you. The way you fought back was quite interesting and appropriate."

Wayne felt that Roose Bolton's ability to "take advantage of unexpected situations as soon as he saw them" was truly worthy of admiration and learning.

So Wayne was too embarrassed to accept the compliment and just thanked him modestly.

Back in the carriage,

Hearing that his companions from last night were still waiting in the bar, Wayne rode in a horse-drawn carriage at full speed and bumped along the way.

"Wow! Wayne is back."

"Wuhu——"

As soon as I walked into the bar, several of my companions cheered, and the rest of the people also wiped away the disappointment on their faces and cheered up again.

"Guys, this round of drinks is on me." Wayne greeted everyone.

Then everyone toasted.

Wayne leaned against the bar with a cup in hand and talked to the people gathered around him:

"Everyone already knew last night that the 'tip fee' given by the police station will be paid in full, and the church will also give a reward later.

"Although everyone is not participating in the operation for the money, according to my personal idea, the companions who investigated and directly identified the murderer's identity will be given an extra share, and Lina who finally solved the murderer will be given an extra share. Add the number of participants and divide the rewards equally according to the number of shares. What do you think?"

"no problem!"

"That's it."

"I agree."

Some companions echoed.

Wayne waited for a while, but there was no objection, so he knocked on the bar counter and said, "It's decided then. We'll notify everyone to come over after we get the bonus."

Everyone then talked about some details of last night, and it turned out that many interesting little things happened.

For example, Mr. Bird's pigeon almost collapsed from exhaustion, and his two companions' carriages almost rear-ended each other when the murderer suddenly turned.

Finally, when everyone was making a fuss for a while and were about to go their separate ways,

Willy raised his hand hesitantly: "Mr. Wayne, will there be any follow-up to the 'detective agency recruitment' you mentioned earlier?"

Upon hearing this, several of their companions stopped and turned to look over.