Payne didn't have time to think about who shot Lincoln, and now he had no time to think about these things. He was only 200 meters away from the scene, and the gunshots were so crisp. The most suspicious place nearby was this small church. Anyone with a little military knowledge just looked around and the first suspicious location that should be noticed should be there. However, in advance, there was no such dangerous location. It has to be said that the security measures in the United States are still too irregular.

But now is not the time to consider this. Payne quickly put away his gun, got down from the bell tower, and bent down to Father Benzema, who was tied to the side and had a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth, and said, "Sorry, I'll bother you, they will come and let you go, now I'm leaving." Then he turned around and left through the back door. There he prepared a horse.

...

"The murderer - I think he should be called a hero - fired three shots in a row at President Lincoln. The first shot failed, but the second and third shots hit the president, and both bullets hit the chest, which was a fatal attack. One of the bullets hit the heart directly - it was good! It was good! It was too late - President Lincoln died on the way to the hospital..." Dorothea excitedly read the newspaper report loudly, and added a few words from time to time

My comments. If there was someone around who was not Scourge, her comments would probably scare them to death. Fortunately, there was no one else in the office except Scourge. The sound insulation of this office in Scourge is very good: its walls are double-layered, and there is a thick layer of porous volcanic pumice stone that can greatly enhance the sound insulation effect; and there is a layer of sponge on both sides of the thick wooden door. Even the windows are double-layered.

"Ah, is my voice a little louder? No one will hear it." Dorothea suddenly realized that her performance was really not as ladylike.

"Don't worry, no one can hear it here except me." Scozhi smiled and said, "Just just shout, and no one can hear it when you scream."

"You're just shouting!" Dorothea glared at Scrooge and then began to read.

"The police have now determined the location where the murderer fired, and have confirmed that a man named Payne is extremely suspicious. The police are now wanting this person. If there is anyone who can provide clues... Scozhi, do you think he can escape?" Dorothea asked with some concern.

"It's very difficult, basically impossible to escape," said Scourge. "In such a case, all the police forces will be mobilized. Moreover, the amount of rewards is so high, I guess no matter where this guy is, as soon as he appears, a lot of people will chase him for the bounty. Well, he is now a bunch of gold coins that will run around by himself. How can he run away in this situation?"

"What a damn! What a pity..." Dorothea said.

"Dorosia, I warn you that it's okay to show your hatred for Lincoln in front of me, but it can't be shown in front of others anyway. Also, don't try to use the power in your hands to help the assassin." Scrooge said seriously.

"Of course I know this. We still have to make money from those Yankees. How could we do such stupid things?" said Dorothea.

"That's good, well, I'm going to publish a poem to mourn Lincoln soon. Just pretend, don't be angry."

"Whatever you are...you can still write poetry?" Dorothea asked.

"No, but there are so many people who can do it." Scrooge replied.

However, this poem was really written by Scourge, but it was written down. This poem is called "Ah Captain, My Captain", which was a poem by Whitman that Scourge learned when he was in middle school in his previous life. In the original history, after learning about Lincoln's assassination, Whitman, who had always supported freedom and opposed slavery, was extremely sad and created a group of poems expressing sorrow. "Ah Captain, My Captain" is the most famous group of poems.

A song about Lincoln's death just came to the news, and Whitman must have not had time to write this poem, and he happened to pirate it for use. Such a sincere poem will surely impress Lincoln's supporters, and with the oil will surely collapse in the future, the people's love for Lincoln will rise to a higher level, and this poem will inevitably be sung everywhere in their mouths. Then the image of Scrooge, as the "author", will definitely appear more dazzling because of this song.

...

"Oh Captain, my Captain! Our hard voyage is over,

The ship has safely survived all the wind and waves, and the reward we are seeking has been awarded.

The port is looking at, I hear the bell ringing, and people are cheering,

As we looked back calmly towards our ship, it seemed majestic and heroic.

...

Scrooge's reaction was so fast that he had compiled such an excellent poem so quickly. It was really not easy. If I hadn't known it, I would have thought that he had killed Lincoln." Morgan sighed at the song "Oh, Captain, My Captain" published in the New York Tribune.

"Oh, Mr. MacDonald is such an amazing genius, not only the best businessman of this era, but also an outstanding scientist, social activist, and even such an outstanding poet. You have to admit that God prefers some guys," Gutwin sighed.

"This poem must have been bought by that guy from where he paid for it." JP Morgan said, "If it was an article, or a novel, I could still force myself to convince myself that this thing might have been written by Scozhi himself, but poetry? That guy was too rational and was not a poet at all. But I have to say that this guy has a first-class vision. Well, his writing team is very good... Oh, how is the aftermath of that matter?"

"It's basically OK. We'll see the final result in the newspaper tomorrow." Gutwin replied.

...

"Your poem is disgusting enough. I really don't understand why so many people applaud it, even poets like Whitman praised it." Dorothea first refused to let go of Scourge, then lowered her head, looked at the newspaper, sighed, and said to Scourge, "Oh, as you said. Mr. Payne was discovered by them."

"How is it? Being caught?" Scrooge said to Dorothea who was reading the newspaper.

"No, Mr. Penn is such a good man. He was surrounded by police in a house in the suburbs. He shot and fought like a warrior until the end." Dorothea replied.

"Ah, I said, how could they catch that assassin? If they catch it, there will be a series of trouble. It would be better if they die. Dead people will not talk nonsense. Well, what did it say in the newspaper?" Scozhi asked dismissively.

"The newspaper said that Mr. Payne had been resisting, so the two sides exchanged fire and fought for a long time. In the end, there was no movement in the house. Then they tried to open the door, but were shot by Mr. Payne. So they threw a grenade into the house, and then they found Mr. Payne's body inside, holding a revolver in one hand and a dagger in the other. Three rifles were found beside him, and it was supposed that Mr. Payne fired at Lincoln with these three guns. So he could fire three shots in such a short time..." Dorothea said.

"Well, now I'm sure that it wasn't the one who actually killed Lincoln. The two shots behind weren't the ones he fired." Scrooge said, "Dorosia, think about it carefully now, why do I say that?"

Dorothea frowned and thought for a long time, then shook her head and said, "I don't know."

"How big are the three MacDonald's 1857 precision-firing rifles? Well, a rifle like this, plus accessories and bullets, the total amount is no less than 11 pounds (5 kilograms), three pounds are 33 pounds, and there are pistols and other things. And even if these rifles are in boxes and like, they are still long and large, very conspicuous, and it is not convenient to carry. How could a person who is on the run and carry so many things?" Scrooge sneered, "I even suspect that the real assassins are probably among the group of police officers surrounding Penn. As long as Penn is not a fool, there must be only one revolver and that dagger, which is what the fugitive should bring. Those three rifles are all real assassins, or people related to the real assassins, and they are framed there."

Dorothea lowered her head and thought for a while, saying, "It should be so, but Mr. Payne is still a hero. Well, who are those real assassins? Why do they have to kill Mr. Payne and frame him?"

"You think about it yourself," said Scrooge. "Think about what Lincoln has done recently?"

"What has Lincoln done recently?" Dorothea said, suddenly, she stood up suddenly, grabbed Scozhi with her hands tightly, as if she was afraid that he would fly away in an instant. She widened her horrified eyes and said to Scozhi, "Scozhi, you have also posted an article. Do they want those retail investors who buy oil to calm down?"
Chapter completed!