Chapter 643 A Hard-working Performance
The gunfire rang out, and Purficott's first reaction was that another unexpected incident had occurred and caused a riot.
The guards around her also immediately put on a vigilant posture, but Purficott soon noticed that although the sound of gunshots caused some panic, the panic was mainly concentrated on the platform. on some train passengers.
The vendors who were pushing small carts selling various goods immediately took out long guns and short cannons from their bodies and looked like they were going to fight. Other train passengers clearly showed this. He looked very excited.
The train conductors and station staff on the platform did not appear nervous. Although they looked frightened, it was a performance that could be seen with a little discernment.
And the most critical thing is that the staff who should have immediately evacuated the passengers or taken response measures only restricted the passengers to the platform and did not organize them to hide in a safe place.
This strange behavior immediately piqued Purficott's interest. She signaled to the people around her not to be nervous, and then looked towards the town where the gunfire came from.
Only a dozen people wearing traditional aboriginal costumes and wielding various sticks, knives and axes rushed in from outside the town on horseback, while a group of people obviously dressed as immigrants were walking on the road. Roadblocks and bunkers were erected on the ground, and guns were raised to attack the indigenous people.
The two sides seemed to be fighting lively, especially as the vendors on the platform joined the fight, and gunfire soon broke out in the town.
The dense smoke suddenly enveloped the entire town, making it look like two armies were fighting fiercely.
But the expression on Purficott's face was very strange, and he felt like he wanted to laugh but couldn't.
Because she had noticed that although the two sides fought fiercely and it seemed that people fell down from time to time, in fact the bows and arrows used by the aborigines did not shoot at anyone at all.
The guns in the immigrants' hands looked loud, but basically they only had gunpowder and no lead bullets flying out.
After all, these people are using old-fashioned flintlock guns or muskets. They do not have advanced military breech-loading guns. They can shoot with only gunpowder, but they are not lethal.
Taking into account the various performances and reactions of everyone on the platform, Purficott already roughly knew what was going on.
Obviously, this was supposed to be some kind of orchestrated show.
Thinking of this, Purficott didn't care. He just walked up to a man wearing a police uniform who seemed to be continuing to fire at the indigenous people. He grabbed him and continued to pour gunpowder into the barrel of the gun. After his actions, he asked him: "Are you a policeman in this town? Where is your mayor?"
"Miss, it's dangerous here, stay back and go to a safe place!" This policeman The person dressed up did not answer Purficott's question, but continued to act very enthusiastically and professionally.
Perfect couldn't help being amused by him, pointed to the short-barreled pistol in his hand and said: "You can't kill someone without using lead bullets. You can only listen to the sound like this. What are you acting?" Yes, it is indeed very realistic, but I want to see your mayor now, and I represent the Lord's Mansion." Upon hearing the word 'Lord's Mansion', the man dressed as a policeman suddenly showed a horrified expression, but then he remained. Pointing to the group of aborigines opposite who were brandishing various weapons, he said: "The mayor is over there. He is playing the role of the aboriginal leader today..."
This answer made Purficott raise her eyebrows, and she couldn't help but look at the group of 'aboriginals'.
I saw that the leader looked quite fierce, his body was covered in blood, and he was waving a spear that looked very ferocious at first glance, with two 'heads' hanging on it that were still ticking. Blood, a look that fits people's imagination of the word 'brutal'.
"What is that head made of? It looks very fresh!" Of course Purficott didn't think it was a real human head, she was just curious about what they used to replace it.
“It’s a fresh prey head that I shot today. It’s like that after losing its hair and making some disguises. Anyway, it’s usually not clear on the platform, and no one will look carefully to see if it’s a human head during the fight. "The policeman seemed to think that Purficott had seen through their performance, so he didn't continue the performance. Apart from the constant movement of his hands, he knew everything about Purficott's problems.
“In fact, you can find an alchemist to change the shape of the skull so that it looks more like it. You can even sell it on the platform as a special product, claiming it to be the trophy of the aborigines. Someone will definitely be willing to pay. "Perfect roughly guessed what they were playing, so he gave them an idea casually.
"We did want to do this at the beginning, but my alchemy skills were not good enough, and the heads I made didn't look very human, so I had to give up the idea." The policeman's answer showed some helplessness.
Immediately, he seemed to find it a bit inconvenient to answer Purficott's questions while shooting, so he made a gesture as if he had been shot, fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, and at the same time motioned to Purficott. Ficott and the people around her crouched down.
Perfect didn't mind either. After squatting down beside him, he continued to ask: "Are you actually an alchemist?"
"Yes, I am the compressed biscuit from the town. The maintenance personnel of the production machine are also responsible for other tasks that require alchemy." The policeman answered Purficott's question. , and also showed a helpless expression: "It's just that my alchemy level is very average, and the conflict in the town requires a more professional performance, so I was sent to the platform to play the police."
"It's really...a creative approach." Purficott nodded, but didn't say much about it.
She just asked with a little curiosity: "Then how did you come up with this idea? Or why do you want to perform this kind of conflict in the town? Can it attract tourists?"
"In the beginning It was an accident. There was a small conflict between the aborigines and immigrants in the town. The two groups drank too much and went crazy. But a train happened to pass by that day, and the passengers on the car all put their heads around to watch the excitement. Drinks were on the platform. The food was also selling well, so the mayor suddenly came up with this idea. "The alchemist dressed as a policeman was very talkative when he mentioned this, and told Purficott about the development of the town: "At the beginning, we were just trying. Let the aborigines attack hotels and shops on the roadside, or have two groups fight on the road to attract passengers on the passing train.
The effect became better and better, and the mayor didn't know where to start. With the arrival of a large number of old guns and gunpowder, our performance items were upgraded.
In addition, the conductors on the train were also cleared by the mayor, and they would deliberately stay in the town for a longer period of time. , they can get 10% of the benefits.”
(End of this chapter)