[Part1·Mental torture]

"Jack Martin, right? That's the name, right?"

Sullivan said little Jack's real name,

"I just learned that such a heroic man came to Sanyang Town. I have never seen you in the past few months. Maybe you have always been very sensible and a good boy."

As he said this, Mr. Sullivan teased his knuckles, then clasped his hands together, clasped his fingers in a virtual embrace, and rested his head on his knees. Every move he made was dignified and proper - there was no trace of him being an ogre.

But little Jack understood that the people standing in front of him at this moment were the robbers of the Perfume Bottle Gang, and they had nothing to do with "elegance and nobility".

"How should I call you?" Brother Jack suppressed the strong fear in his heart and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "I...I'm not ready yet...I...you...why did you come suddenly?

Come to my home..."

Sullivan was not in a hurry to answer the question. He took off his hat and hung it on the hook of the small cabinet.

These short movements of more than ten steps, including Mr. Sullivan taking off his hat, seemed to little Jack to be a surprise. Until Mr. Sullivan returned to his seat, he became relaxed and comfortable again.

appearance.

This robber is like an elder, a gentle, approachable, kind and compassionate teacher. He is ready to teach the first lesson to little Jack, a somewhat disobedient bad student.

"My full name is Sullivan Okopela." As he said this, Mr. Sullivan changed his gestures - he slowly, with silky and smooth movements, fiddled with the air with his right hand, as if

Caress your lover's cheeks that can be broken by blowing.

As the action ended, the hall door behind Little Jack closed.

It was as if an invisible hand had closed the door!

Little Jack's face changed drastically, and his breathing became rapid——

[——It’s Soul Power!]

Sullivan delivers almost standard lines, almost like Wen Bucai.

"Have you and I met somewhere?"

Little Jack immediately rejected it: "Absolutely not!"

Sullivan: "I believe we had an intimate meeting."

Little Jack was persistent and determined: "Then you must have remembered it wrong! Mr. Sullivan!"

The title also changed from "Mr." to "Sir". Little Jack was still lucky. In the meeting place of Sloth Town, he covered his face with a scarf. Maybe Sullivan couldn't recognize him!

But the panic look on his face didn't deceive anyone - his mind was still as strong as ever, but his body was begging for mercy earlier and would kneel down involuntarily.

His heart has fallen into a quagmire of fear. He cannot explain all this, let alone understand what is happening to his relatives and dogs at home!

he was thinking.

[If I say the wrong thing at this time. My uncle and aunt, my sister, my dog...]

[Everyone will die without a burial place...]

[No, I have to find a way! I must find a way!]

Sullivan covered the side of his face, tapped his temple gently with his index finger, and frowned: "Did I really remember it wrong? Jack Martin..."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Little Jack emphasized repeatedly, like a newly grown puppy showing its belly to the leader of the pack: "I will never deceive you! Mr. Sullivan, everyone knows that deceiving or disobeying the perfume bottle

The fate of the gang!"

Mr. Sullivan's expression changed from worry to joy, and he asked again: "You are a local, right?"

Little Jack: "No...I just moved here..."

Sullivan: "Are you familiar with Arizona?"

Little Jack: "Not so... I grew up in Edinburgh. My father was always busy with work. My grandfather passed away when I was just an adult. My mother followed my uncle and aunt to the west to open up the wilderness and do land business. Later she got tuberculosis and drank alcohol.

Die from taking fake medicine."

Sullivan: "Poor kid."

Little Jack: "Thank you for your compassion."

Sullivan: "I can tell that family occupies a very important position in your heart."

Little Jack: "Yes, Mr. Sullivan, I am willing to give my life to protect my family."

Sullivan: "I agree with your determination."

Little Jack: "My uncle is very good to me..."

Sullivan: "He is a good man. When I came in, he cleaned my boots and brought me two cigarettes with different flavors. He was very considerate."

Little Jack: "My aunt is also very kind to me..."

Sullivan: "She is also a good person. When entertaining guests, she likes to use a protractor to calculate flour and butter. She treats food and guests with care and thoughtfulness."

Little Jack: "My sister is clingy."

Sullivan: "Of course she is a good person. I wanted to go see the garden, but she took me around the whole building. She didn't even miss the cellar. She is a warm and gentle sweet girl."

Little Jack: "My dog..."

Before he finished speaking, Sullivan whistled loudly, as if summoning a slave worker, and summoned Jack's Great Dane.

I watched the family dog ​​barking outside the window of the courtyard, wagging its tail excitedly and happily, jumping back and forth between the ditch and the flower bed, and then suddenly jumped into the room.

It first licked the back of Mr. Sullivan's hand, and then looked at little Jack curiously and enthusiastically.

In this situation, it is as if little Jack is the guest - and Mr. Sullivan has become the head of the family.

Mr. Sullivan rubbed the big dog's neck and put his fingers under the dark fur to tickle the big dog. "They're all fine, Jack."

Little Jack swallowed, his throat bulged, and his eyes evaded.

Sullivan grabbed the leather band around the big dog's neck, as if if he let go, little Jack would be bitten to death by his own dog.

After a long time, Sullivan was convinced that this young boy's psychological defense had completely collapsed. Only then did he start asking about serious matters.

"Jack, I know you are a good man, a young man with ideals and ambitions."

Jack pressed the police badge on his chest and said, "Yes."

Sullivan: "You wouldn't cover up a Chinese laborer or a slave, would you?"

Little Jack: "Yes...yes."

Sullivan: "He's savage and dangerous, and it wouldn't do you any good to help him, would it?"

Little Jack: "Yes..."

Sullivan: "You must have suffered a lot from him."

Little Jack: "My gun, more than forty bullets, two buckskin water bags, a set of saddles, and... and my horse - they were all taken away by him."

Sullivan squinted his eyes and pretended to be reproachful, as if he asked knowingly: "Why is this happening? Why?"

Little Jack: "I don't know..."

Sullivan plausibly said: "You must be under witchcraft, witchcraft from the East. But fortunately you met me, Jack. I don't think no matter how stupid you are, you will not be stupid enough to help an ungrateful Chinese."

Little Jack: "Yes..."

Sudden--

——Sullivan stood up.

It's like when facing a student, he suddenly stood up from squatting on the ground!

The big dog in his hand barked incessantly, spraying fishy saliva.

Little Jack almost cried with fright. He covered his face and cried, and was so frightened that he squatted in the corner of the cabinet next to the door.

Mr. Sullivan looked like a wolf, looking at people from the side, as if aiming a gun to get a clear look at the young man in front of him.

"You said-"

"——Won't disobey the Perfume Bottle Gang,"

"I won't lie about the perfume bottle..."

Little Jack huddled in front of the door, nodding wildly and sobbing cowardly.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Mr. Sullivan, I lied to you, I deceived you... I did help the Chinese... I helped him..."

Sullivan changed from anger to joy and became a kind teacher again.

"It's okay, I forgive you."

Little Jack covered his head, tears oozing from his fingers: "Really? Will you let me go? Have you really forgiven me?"

Sullivan sat back down and let go of the Great Dane.

"Oh really."

The Great Dane was not as fierce as before. When it smelled the familiar smell, it licked little Jack's face enthusiastically, leaving the smell of saliva on his neck and earlobes. Until it licked enough, it licked Jack's face.

After licking all the snot and tears from my nose, I left this desperate restaurant with satisfaction and jumped out of the window.
To be continued...