Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 67 [The Ghost of San Quanti]

Dusk.

The intersection of Maple Street in West Winchester.

A small shop that looks like a cafe.

A drunken man pushed the door open.

Coincidentally, he ran into an acquaintance.

The acquaintance held his shoulder, patted him, and said, "Danny, you're drinking so much so early in the morning?"

"I have no choice. My wife just gave birth, so I have to go home early. Oh, by the way, the coffee here is really good today. It seems to be new and very strong. You should try it. I'm leaving now."

The man said this and stumbled out.

The acquaintance smiled and waved: "Slow down, we'll have a drink together next time."

As a result, the man named Danny had only taken a few steps when he suddenly let out an extremely tragic howl, and then he fell to the ground, his whole body twisting and twitching.

Finally, his whole body quickly turned black, as if it was frozen, and he just stood there stiffly, with a chill rising from it.

His screams quickly attracted a large crowd of people to watch.

Acquaintances also gathered around, and seeing his eyes wide open, they couldn't help but check his breath.

"He...he's dead."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around immediately scattered.

Not far away, a flash of light appeared and someone recorded the scene with a photo.

The same thing happened at about the same time in every corner of Winster.

The next day, the story was on the front pages of all the newspapers in Winston.

But apart from describing the weirdness and horror of such incidents, without exception, they all pointed the finger at——

Moonlighting.

Because almost all of these people died at the door of the underground bar.

Or maybe he just died in an underground bar.

Someone else broke the news to the newspaper that he was drinking with the deceased, and the next second, the deceased died in front of his eyes in a horrible way.

He was so scared that he immediately vomited the wine in his mouth. He went home and vomited for a long time. He is still scared now.

In the following days, major newspapers reported extensively on the dangers of bootleg liquor and how bootleggers, in order to make huge profits, illegally produced liquor and added various toxic substances into the liquor.

Originally, such reports alone would be useless.

Because there were similar reports in the early days of Prohibition, but it still couldn't stop people's desire for alcohol.

Even if someone drinks too much and goes blind or damages their brain, we can only say that they deserve it.

But things are different now. With those shocking photos and the horrific and bizarre deaths, even those who like drinking will be scared.

In addition, the Prohibition Bureau kept announcing on the streets how many people they had arrested and became like this because of drinking illegal liquor.

Even the usually low-key Church of the Sun came out to promote the idea that drinking is an evil act and a punishment from God. If people continue drinking, Winter will become a city of sin and will be destroyed by fire from heaven.

For a time, all the underground bars were deserted.

The bootleg liquor, which was originally in short supply, suddenly became unsalable.

Ethan and his business suffered a huge impact.

Even the legal sale of grape bricks, which he had already started discussing, was shelved.

The situation has become serious to a certain extent.

Sandro had to call another meeting.

"What exactly is going on?!"

John Holt spoke first. After all, he was just a white glove and he represented the interests of that person.

If the business suffers long-term, he will be the first to suffer.

So his fellow agents were also anxious. "This was all premeditated. The Prohibition Bureau, the newspapers, even the church, all joined in the attack, and yet we can't even get a single body."

George's face was ashen.

Apart from those agents, he was the most anxious.

Because he had just paid Ethan a three-month deposit, he thought he could quickly make back his money after getting the grape bricks.

Now... it's dangerous.

Not only was Winster's goods unsaleable, but even cities outside had gotten the news and realized there was something wrong with Winster's bootleg liquor, so several people who had placed orders turned it down.

He couldn't accept it.

"The body...will be found soon."

Sandro spoke at this time, raising the glass in his hand and said.

"Everyone, drink this glass of wine first, and then come with me."

To be honest, at this time, not to mention the panic outside, even the people sitting in this conference room were a little hesitant, and several people didn't even dare to raise their glasses.

Ethan was the first to drink.

The others were stared at by Sandro, so they also drank the wine reluctantly.

Then Sandro stood up and limped slowly ahead, leading the way.

A group of people followed him to an elevator in a hidden place.

Taking the elevator, they headed deeper.

The elevator stopped somewhere underground, and they soon saw Sandro's so-called body.

Now he was still alive, tied to a chair and guarded by someone with a gun.

As soon as he saw Sandro, the man begged for mercy loudly: "Sandro, please, let me go, I really didn't know there was anything wrong with the barrel of wine, please! Please..."

Having said this, he suddenly got stuck, and then he let out a shrill scream. He twisted his body in pain, and even the people who were looking at him with guns were scared and took several steps back.

Finally, he fell to the ground, his whole body turned black and stiff, and he died there.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

It’s one thing to read about it in the newspapers, but it’s another to witness the whole process with your own eyes.

Especially since they had just been drinking.

Only Sandro seemed unafraid. He slowly walked over and gently poked the corpse with his walnut cane. He said, "This should be memetic contamination. The medium is most likely liquid. Everyone can take a look at this first."

As he spoke, someone handed Ethan and the others a thin stack of information.

Most people are confused when they hear the term memetic pollution.

Ethan was also confused, only George and Dani seemed to be thinking about something.

The information given by Sandro was about San Quanti. The information showed that some strange death cases had occurred in San Quanti since July this year.

The dead all looked twisted and frozen to death.

But because San Quang Ti is extremely cold and people freeze to death every year, the matter was left unresolved.

Later on, the situation became more and more serious, and the symptoms of freezing to death also intensified.

Until a corpse similar to the one in front of them appeared.

By now, San Quanti seemed to have fallen, because Sandro's people in San Quanti had not replied to his letters for several days, and communications seemed to be paralyzed.

San Quanti...

Ethan recalled the gathering of True Namers, where someone had indeed mentioned that there were suspected ancient relics or True Name objects haunting San Quanti.

I didn't expect it to become so serious.

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