I don't know if you have ever encountered something like this - When you are using navigation in an unfamiliar place, there is a wall in front of you, but the navigation keeps urging you: "Please keep going straight... Please keep going straight..." I’m about to hit it. Is this a question of whether I want to go straight or not? It doesn't work. Wayne and his crew are now facing a similar situation. A straight line may look simple on the map, but actually walking along it is much more difficult than running around in the wilderness. After climbing over a small hill, you need to go back and take a look; when passing through a valley, you need to go in and take a look; when you encounter a river, you need to find a shallow place to wade. In the meantime, you have to be wary of sudden attacks that may occur at any time. Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way. When they arrived near the intersection marked by Lina on the map, they saw a large wheat field again.
Wayne recalled that this area was still a wasteland in his memory, and he didn't know when it had been developed. However, it is estimated that the land has not been cultivated continuously for five years and is not officially "owned", so it is not marked on the map. Kansas is rich in wheat, and this was not the first time they had come across a wheat field tonight. So Wayne looked around the wheat field and found the cabin in it. The wheat at this season is still young, but the plants have basically grown into shape. When people walk in, the height is probably above their thighs. As usual, Wayne rode in front on horseback, walking along the path between the wheat fields towards the cabin. According to the Settlement Act, the area of arable land that freemen were allowed to register and open in the West was capped at 160 acres per Windsor unit, which is about the size of 190 basketball courts. Under ideal conditions, it would be a square with a length and width of more than 800 meters. I often have to walk from one end to the other. It’s not particularly far, but it’s also very troublesome. Therefore, many pioneers or farmers like to build one or several cabins in the center of the land, and then gradually expand outward around the cabins until the area reaches the upper limit. These cabins were not necessarily the “homes” of the pioneers or farmers, but were basically tool sheds and utility rooms, and sometimes also cow sheds or stables. Wayne was just approaching the cabins on his little chestnut hat when he heard a horse neighing next to one of the cabins, and the sound of horse hooves stamping on the spot. Wayne followed the sound and saw that it was the little stallion Tony raised. This stupid horse used to come and harass Wayne's little chestnut hat all day long. I don't know how many times he has been kicked by little chestnut hat, but he still hasn't changed his bad habits. He gets excited as soon as he sees little chestnut hat. etc. Wayne took the lever-action rifle from behind his back and held it in his hands. ——Tony said he sold the horse to Dr. John yesterday afternoon. Even made a small profit from it. So Dr. John, he's here now? Wayne got off the horse, patted its butt and asked it to run a little further away, then waved to the two people behind him.
With the bullet loaded, he continued to approach the cabin along the blind spots of the doors and windows. I walked along the wall to the blinds, quietly opened the view of minimalist lines, and moved the camera to look inside. Oh no, There was indeed someone inside, and he was awake. At this time, he was aiming his gun over here. The minimalist vision makes it difficult to see people's faces, and one can only roughly distinguish their expressions. Considering the tough character of the people in Kansas State, the person inside might be an innocent but vigilant townsman. Therefore, Wayne couldn't just "bang bang", so he shouted at Xiao Muli: “I’m Wayne Constantine, the sheriff of Blackstone Town, and I’m investigating a missing person case. Everyone living within the town is obliged to cooperate with the investigation. "Is there anybody in the house?" The person inside did not answer. Wayne thought about it, then put a rifle on his cowboy hat and pointed it towards the window, pretending that someone was secretly peeking in. "Bang!" The cowboy hat shook violently on top of the rifle, and a hole appeared on the brim. "ah--" Wayne screamed in cooperation, pulled his cowboy hat back and put it on again, then moved quietly along the wall. Everyone saw that he was the first to take action. The people in the cabin were still on guard at this time, with the muzzles of their guns waving everywhere in the house, but they were mainly wary of the doors and windows of the cabin. Seeing that the man hardly moved, Wayne chose a suitable position, raised his gun, and aimed at the shoulder of the man in the room. I originally wanted to hit the leader, but if this man was Dr. John, then he had accomplices, so I had to keep him alive to extract information from him. "Bang!" Wayne pulled the trigger, and the man in the room immediately tilted his body. Didn't expect that? This is a wooden house, and the perspective is turned on. Who would dare to go in through the entrance? How can you hit someone without going through a wall? The people in the room reacted quickly. They raised their guns again and pointed them in this direction. "Bang, bang, bang, bang", a row of bullet holes were shot along the wall. By this time, Wayne had already gone around to the back of the wall opposite the cabin door, avoiding the direction of his gun all the way. When he was a little quieter, he raised his gun again and fired another shot at the man's shoulder. "Bang!" The gun inside fell to the ground.
Wayne walked around the wall and probed into the cabin: "Doctor John, put down your weapons and surrender." The spear in the cabin was picked up again, and the voice was filled with obvious anger, "Did Pastor Hake arrange for you to come here?!" It really is Dr. John's voice. Wuhu, no need to go to the steam train station tomorrow. However, Wayne turned his head to look at Lina and Inissa who were a little further away, and was a little confused as to why he mentioned Pastor Huck. Wayne thought about it and continued to shout inside: "That's right, he has discovered the cult's altar in your home. Your crime has been exposed, so put down your weapon and surrender!" When the suspect is emotionally agitated, he still needs to be comforted. It's always right to follow his words. "Wayne, a rookie like you, what do you know? I'm doing this for—" In the cabin, there was a sudden "flash" at the neck of Dr. John's body. Then his voice suddenly stopped and his body fell to the ground. Wayne was still wondering what was happening, when a small black shadow crawled over. It turned out to be Lina's little spider Peter. Peter raised his two front paws and made a gesture to Wayne. Wayne couldn't understand it, but he roughly understood what it meant - the people inside had been knocked down by it. hiss…… Should I have just called it for help? At least you can pick up a few more bullets. … The muzzle of the gun was extended into the cabin through the window. After confirming again, Wayne climbed into the cabin through the window and opened the door from the inside. He lit the kerosene lamp in the cabin and checked Dr. John's breathing. Not dead yet. Wayne held the kerosene lamp and looked around the cabin. This should be a utility room. There is a tall stack of hay in one corner, and some farm tools are piled next to it. There was a magic circle drawn on an open space in the room. It looks like the same magic circle with the big moth nailed on it before, but it is several times larger in size, and you can even nail a cow's head in the middle. Wayne was just about to call Inesa and the others to come over and take a look when Inesa's voice came from outside the house.
There was some anxiety in Inissa's voice: "Mr. Wayne, come out quickly! Get away from that man!"
