Chapter 19 Chapter Eighteen

Byron once commented on history in this way: "Let it be vast and boundless, and a piece of paper can cover it all." This is a polite way of saying, in fact, history is nothing more than a constant reappearance of the old, and Li Daitao is just stiff.Perhaps the ancients had a lot of understanding of this, so they shaped the Muse, the god in charge of history, into a woman who is ever-changing and never deviates from her original purpose. These thoughts crossed Mr. Ellery Queen's mind on Saturday night.At this time, he was sitting in the same box as before with Officer Quinn, and beside him were the same characters as before - except for one person - preparing to watch the same performance as before.This history is not a recurring beauty, but an evil trap.Some people hope that by drawing more or less similarities from the records of human beings' long progress, they can grasp the general nature of human beings in one fell swoop.

Even so, no one would have expected that history would repeat itself indistinguishably like a work dug out of a plaster mold. That was the case on the night of the second opening of Crazy Bill Grant's Rodeo. The show made minor adjustments. The old dream reappeared in the old place, so the bustling scene was no less lively; the big arena was still full of curious and undisciplined rabble; only Kit was missing in the Mars box, and the rest of the members were exactly the same as a month ago, There is absolutely no room for fantasy; Major Bryant once again led the team onto the temporary photography platform, working tirelessly and as busy as before; before the host announced the opening routine, the same cowboys rode on the field, roaring and galloping, performing All sorts of nice little stunts; Curley again shoots marbles in the air; also after the Cowboys disappear from the field, Crazy Bill Grant gallops into the field, takes the center and fires his gun into the sky to silence the field, then loudly The opening of the Yibu performance - since then people's tense nerves have been relaxed, and the atmosphere has become active.

But shocking events happened without warning or warning.History really repeats itself here. The police are naturally responsible for the reproduction of this tragedy.The guns confiscated after the Buck Horn case had long been returned to their original owners; in the same cowboy queue as before, there was still one revolver in each hand; only Buck Horn's two .45 revolvers with ivory inlaid handles The guns had not been returned to the scene—the two guns had been delivered to her at the insistence of Kit in a wooden box that had been deposited at the Barclay Hotel.Also, neither Teddy Lines' automatic pistol nor himself was present.The invincible tabloid reporter somehow didn't come to have fun this time.Both the police and Grant could confirm this.

There was still an undercurrent of all sorts of emotions in Maas's box.Tony Mars was even more tense than he had been a month ago, puffing on his cigar; Marla Gay was still gleaming, high-spirited, trembling, still fixed on the muscular fist sitting next to her. Altar master - the current heavyweight world boxing champion; Julian Hunt is different from before, he did not sit in the original back row to observe his wife making out with others as before, on the contrary, he seemed to be attracted by others After being full of old punches, he learned to behave well, or he no longer cared about his wife's infidelity, in short, he turned a blind eye to those two unscrupulous lovers.

it has started!Grant's starting gun was fired, and a cavalry rushed out of the east gate of the venue like an arrow—of course it was not Buck Horn, but one-armed Woody, a veteran of the cavalry troupe—and rushed into the arena quickly.Even from a long distance, his flamboyant demeanor can be seen.Behind him was a team of cowboys, with Curley and Kit at the head of the team; Kit was riding the handsome "Ruohai"--the BMW that had experienced tragedy; the team roared out, and the cowboys issued a wild and sad cry Whistling, the horse galloped along the runway like a whirlwind, and the rapid sound of horseshoes echoed over the stadium accompanied by crisp gunshots.Soon they stopped on the runway on the south side of the field.Woody's horse station was only a few yards from the Mas box.The other knights lined up in twos and twos, and the formation stretched to the west turn of the runway.Crazy Bill Grant solemnly announces the start of the show again!Woody on the horse looked like a crippled warrior, stretching his neck and letting out a strange howling.Grant raised his long-barreled revolver and fired into the sky, giving the final command.Immediately afterwards, Woody also waved his arm, fired his gun into the sky, then holstered the gun, and began to gallop; the procession of forty-one knights--Woody and forty behind surge.Woody took the lead and ran far away, while dragging his voice and screaming "Hey oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"The cavalry immediately began to move, and soon turned into a hurricane-like gallop.

Woody galloped his horse and quickly approached the east corner of the oval. The horse team was galloping across the track under the Mas box. The camera's film motor rattled. The audience was in high spirits. Quinn and his son, who were sitting quietly, were struck by a different premonition at the same time. This kind of premonition has no reason, and the premonition without reason itself is the clearest hint from God, which can be met but not sought.It is coming with a force that is unstoppable. In the bowl-shaped stadium, the 20,000 spectators were once again overwhelmed by the fierce scene of thunder, everyone was dumbfounded, their whole bodies were tense, their hearts hung in their throats, and their hair stood up...

Still that moment. The main body of the cavalry galloped across the runway under the Mass box.With another crisp sound of the starting gun, all the cowboys raised their guns and fired into the sky at the same time, and the loud gunshots echoed in the smoke.Woody, who had rushed to the track on the opposite side of the field, suddenly stretched out, and then twisted and fell sideways on the saddle.A moment later, he fell from his horse like a straw bag and fell heavily on the runway. The horse team behind rushed forward without restraint, and the powerful horseshoes swept past like a storm...

The scene was exactly where it was - the same scene as Buck Horn's horrific death a month earlier!