Chapter 24 Chapter 21

The open dark window revealed a frame of shadows, and in the silent night, there was the faint sound of sirens from a distance. She went outside, but she didn't see a single person. She turned to the city and started walking briskly in the direction of the Riverside Church.She carried the bag far away to avoid touching herself, as if it contained a virus bomb that might leak.She went four blocks north, and the driveway turned in the sloping Greenbelt Park that circled Grant's Cemetery, where a long black Mark II Lincoln with only its parking lights on was parked on the side of the road.There was no light on the dashboard.Relying on the faint light from the street, he could vaguely see two silhouettes of people wearing black hats in the front seat.The dark, hawk-like silhouette of the man next to the driver was blurred by heavy sunglasses.On the face under the black driver's cap, there was only a touch of white roundness.

The Lincoln sped along at unbelievable speed, only to slow as the police car roared around the far corner of Riverside Church, its red lights blinking like the eyes of hell. Jenny had already seen the Lincoln car leave, and now she of course welcomed the appearance of the police car like a rescuer, and hurried to the direction of the police car.However, there is still a distance between the journeys.Just as she was about to run away, a voice came from the entrance and exit of Hei Yaya's apartment next door. "Honey," the hoarse voice called sweetly. She turned her head sharply, her scalp was numb, her eyes were searching in the darkness, and her footsteps immediately stopped alertly.

"It's me, Sister Bliss," the hoarse, overly affectionate voice identified itself. She stopped quickly. "What do you want?" she asked fiercely. The police car roared by, its red spotlights flashed past them, and it screeched to a stop at the door next door, ignoring them. "Come here, sweetheart, I have something for you," Sister Bliss coaxed the gelding with what she thought was a sweet voice. Jenny immediately realized that the target of the blissful sisters was the canvas bag.Then I'll give her the goddamn bag, she decided viciously. She turned quickly and walked into the dark entrance.

"Here," Sister Bliss said sweetly, the sharp blade stabbing deep into Jeanne's heart. Rather than saying that Jenny collapsed quietly, it would be better to say that she didn't even catch a breath.Sister Bliss snatched the bag from her limp hands and sprinted down the sidewalk in the same direction. Things happen in an instant, as if by magic.One moment, a young woman in a green suit is walking down the sidewalk with a blue canvas bag; the next moment, an older woman in a long black coat and black straw hat is carrying the same bag and walking in the same direction Row.

A black Chrysler was parked on the curb near the street, and the detective in the car who was watching did not know how to interpret the situation. But Benny Mason's driver said, "Look, things have changed hands." Benny's binoculars were already locked on the bag. "She gave it to someone else, that's all," he said. Two patrol officers stepped onto the street and stormed into the apartment complex, blocking the view of the detectives who were watching.For a moment there seemed to be no police in the streets. The Lincoln sped up.The black Chrysler immediately followed and pulled off the curb.At the front end of Riverside Boulevard, a patrol police car with red lights flashing came speeding from afar.Sirens shattering the silence of the night sounded from all directions, and cars and ambulances that had not been seen before gathered on the scene.

"Get over to the side of the road," Benny said. The Lincoln suddenly veered to the side of the street, braked quietly in front of the Bliss sisters, and the driver jumped onto the sidewalk with a heavy club in his hand. Sister Bliss saw it brake to a stop, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the man jumping out of the car.The blue canvas bag and her black beaded bag are carried in her left hand.Her parasol had been lost on the road, replaced by a . 38 short-barreled falcon held in her right hand and wrapped in a black handkerchief. Without turning around or slowing down, she raised her gun and fired four dams at the driver.

"Oh my God!" As Benny spoke, he quickly drew his own P38 Wasser automatic pistol (an old German military pistol) and fired twice from the open car door. One bullet hit Sister Bliss just below her left rib cage, embedded in her side spine; the other missed.She was lying sideways on the street, unable to move, but her mind was still clear and her vision was clear.She saw Benny Mason step quickly over the seat and onto the pavement with the pistol aimed at her head. Oh, isn't this wonderful?Just as she was thinking this, the bullet slammed through her head. Benny Mason snatched the bag from her limp hands and rushed back to the driver's seat of the Lincoln.He was surrounded by patrol cars with red lights flashing and gathering in the street.The shrill siren made him lose his mind, he couldn't see, the sky seemed to be red, and his brains seemed to be coming out of his ears, he started to accelerate without even closing the car door.

The Lincoln sideways crashed into Chrysler, who took the shortcut and took the lead.Treasury special agents rushed out of Chrysler and surrounded him.He grabbed the bag and tried to drop it, but a treasury special agent who reached into the open car door grabbed his wrist, immobilizing his hand. "Dude, you're in for a long journey," the Treasury correspondent said. "I want to see my lawyer," Benny Mason said. The basements of apartment houses are filled with patrolmen who have nothing to do. Ed "Coffin Bucket" had taken off his coat, his right hand was fastened to the shoulder strap between the buttons of his shirt.The detective cut off the back of his shirt, staunched the bleeding with a clean handkerchief, and waited for the ambulance to arrive.However, his face gradually turned gray due to blood loss.

No one knew what was going on outside, and the vice-captain of the Serious Crime Squad postponed the questioning of Ed "Coffin Barrel" until his injuries were treated.So they all just stood around doing nothing. But Ed "Coffin Bucket" had something to say. "You also expected them to come back?" "No," said the vice-captain of the crime squad. "Just orchestrating it to happen. We know you're poking around and they're stalking you, and that could go on all night, so we have to lure you here. We know they're going to tail you like you're being lured Come on."

"You led me here? What's going on?" The deputy captain of the serious crime team blushed. "You know now that 'Gravedigger' Jorns is alive?" "Coffin Bucket" Ed stiffened all over. "Alive? But the broadcast said—" "That's what we do. We spread the word. Know you'll find a way to get them here and kill them if you hear about it. You're not mad, are you?" "Alive!" "Coffin Bucket" Ed didn't hear anything else, and tears flowed unscrupulously from his bloodshot red eyes.He shook his head. "Oh, so I'm a stupid old man who was fooled." He felt as if his brain was hitting his skull, but he didn't care. "Then he's definitely not dead," he said.

The lieutenant patted his intact shoulder as lightly as if it were made of chocolate icing. "That's the only way we can think of to cover you. We don't want to lose a good mate." He smiled. "However, we did not expect such a dramatic ending." "Coffin Bucket" Ed grinned. "I see what you mean, man," he said. "However, these black troupes often have to wait until the end of the luxurious opera before they have the opportunity to perform." Then, he suddenly fainted.