After simply cleaning up his room Lynch had a visitor, his place was an old four-story building facing the street, with a small bar on the first and second floors, and ordinary residents on the third and fourth floors.
Many hotels or taverns will have rooms on the second floor for short-term rentals, three or five days, or a week, or at the very shortest accept one-day temporary rentals, more like a hotel or guesthouse.
The pattern was first discovered from those who were drunk, the tavern keeper would give them a bed and charge them an extra share, soon most taverns started to do this and no one would complain about taking money out of the drunks' pockets.
Alcohol is a very special thing, it can make some people unconscious and thrown into a "high class" room to sleep for a night and pay more money, and it can also make some people simple and straightforward, so every bar, pub, needs some rooms.
This also destined that the place where Lynch currently resided would not be too remote and unpopulated suburb, where people came and went, both during the day and at night, there would be a lot of pedestrians passing by.
The police said they found no witnesses, probably repeat veterans, but in fact it was impossible that there were no witnesses, whether it was the other tenants living on the second floor, the bartender behind the bar on the first floor or the sparse handful of patrons, it was impossible that they didn't know anything.
But they wouldn't say anything, first of all, Lynch didn't have any direct stakes with them, and secondly, there was no need to be targeted by the Federal Tax Service because of someone they didn't know and wasn't related to, everyone chose to keep quiet.
But it also happens to be a way for the police to misunderstand certain things and subsequently have room to maneuver.
He had just tidied up his messy room when he was approached by some kids selling newspapers.
The cowhide bags they carried slung across their backs were bulging, and each of them looked strained and flushed, partly because of that heavy cowhide bag and partly because of excitement.
The newspaper head promised a few of them that if they delivered this money and memorized some of the details of the room, then they would be able to get an extra reward for the month, no less than fifty dollars each.
This money is important for children of their age, in two or three years they will start to live on their own, they have to save some savings to face the society before that, the opportunity is hard to come by, even though it's only fifty dollars.
Lynch glanced towards the door before closing it, this tavern he was in was right on the side of the main road, just outside the door was a corridor, and just beyond the parapet of the corridor was the road, and standing where he was he could see most of what was out there at a glance.
There is no abnormality, but his heart has already been active, with his many years of experience in fighting against ... these children, these children come to be very suspicious.
It's true that these are the same newsboy who trade with him these days, but the newspaper heads come too, only they don't go into the room, they basically stand outside in the hallway.
They had given a lot of change to these kids, so naturally they had to keep an eye on them to keep them from running away, to protect their property while deterring these kids, but there were no newspaper heads outside the hallway today.
What does that mean?
Any anomaly means there is a deeper problem, and there are two possibilities for the newspaper header not being there:
The first possibility is that he doesn't want to have any direct relationship with this place, with himself.
The second possibility is that he knew it was dangerous, so even though he cared about the change and didn't show up at the scene, he had a way of making sure his money didn't go wrong.
This was a conclusion that could be drawn without thinking, otherwise he would not have asked these newsboys to come over with a large amount of change to exchange for whole money.
Combined with the things that had happened to Lynch before, he had a good chance of knowing what was going to happen next.
Instead of being afraid, there was a hint of excitement in his heart, a leap of faith!
"How much money is here?" , he brought a small wooden box from one side and placed it on the cart for the newsboys to pour the money into.
A couple of kids poured as they said, "That's five thousand dollars, sir."
"Five thousand dollars?" , Lynch let out a laugh, his eyes glancing over the cowhide bags of a couple of newsboys, "That's a surprising number, I thought it would be less."
It's too much money, more than enough to convict him outright, and it reinforces his idea that someone is setting up the game, and he's the game.
If someone from the IRS or the Bureau of Investigation stormed in later and he couldn't account for the money and why they were in his room, he could face serious charges.
As long as the other party proposes a "deal", he will definitely not be able to escape from those people, and can only do what they want, unless he wants to sit through the bottom of the prison.
He nodded noncommittally, and when the wooden box was filled with five thousand dollars in coins, he pushed the cart into the inner room and snorted, "I'm going to use the restroom, so you guys wait for me a little while."
The five thousand dollars were very heavy; the nickel was the lightest at three and a half grams, the fifty cent piece was the heaviest at six and a half grams, and with the ten cent and twenty-five cent pieces, the weight of each coin averaged out to be more than four grams on the average.
Five thousand, one hundred ... and thirty pounds, and each newsboy had more than twenty pounds of coins in his bag, so it was no wonder that their faces were a little redder than usual, and that just going up to the second floor made them feel distinctly strained.
After entering the inner room Lynch didn't rush out, he dragged the suitcase full of money into the washroom and found a pair of pants with a stronger fabric from the freshly washed clothes in the cart.
Tightening the sides of his pants, he grabbed a large handful of coins and stuffed them into his pants, and when the box was a little lighter, he just held it and dumped it inside.
With both trouser legs filled with coins, he cinched his belt around his waist, pushed both legs apart into a stick-like shape, and shoved them down the leaky opening of the restroom's rudimentary toilet.
When this old building was built by people, it didn't have all kinds of user-friendly bends in the design.
Not to mention the bends, even a parallel pipe would allow the feces from upstairs to back up and flow right back in, so it's designed to go down the drain as a straight main line, and then there is a downward sloping pipe on each floor that connects directly to the main line, with a one-way plate where the main line connects to the septic tank.
The good thing about this design is that there is no backflow, and the occupants living on the ground floor don't need to watch in horror as the toilet spews feces out, the bad thing is that it can sometimes leave the home with a strange odor, which you don't need to worry about if you have an exhaust fan installed.
He had a soap box hanging from the head of the belt, a simple to make sort of wooden box, a box that ensured that the head of the belt would float on the fecal water and that when he took it out at night he didn't have to jump into the septic tank a little bit to find it.
He breathed a sigh of relief after a faint sinking sound and the sound of a wooden plank rebounding and hitting the pipe.
It wasn't long before Lynch returned to the room clutching a few piles of bills, and by now the newsboy were getting a little impatient waiting.
Their attention was completely focused on Lynch's hand, that thick pile of banknotes!
He sat down on the edge of the bed, took a couple of newspapers in his hand, unrolled the bills tied in rolls with leather straps, and handed them to different children, "You count them once, and then I'll count them again."
It's his rule, and people are willing to do it, and this mutual points approach creates an important channel of trust between Lynch and these traders.
The kids weren't quick to count, and when the first kid finished counting a stack of ten-dollar-denomination bills in his hand, he handed the money to Lynch while talking about the number he'd finished counting.
Lynch counted one side again in front of him, then put it right into the newspaper, wrapped it in newspaper, and then handed it to the boy after pulling a leather strap out of his pocket to tie the newspaper together, which is what he had been doing.
To use his phrase from the beginning, it was that the most inconspicuous thing in the newsboys' cowhide bags was something connected with the newspaper, which would prevent them from being targeted by some people.
This statement was also recognized by the newsboys, and from then on whenever the money count exceeded fifty dollars, Lynch would wrap it in newspaper and give it to them, and by now it had become a habit to which they had adapted.
After counting pennies after pennies, wrapping them in newspaper and tying them with leather straps, Lynch sent the children away and immediately went back into the inner room, pulling large sums of money out of several of his pockets.
He played a little trick and held back a lot of the bills that were supposed to go to those kids.
This is actually a very simple trick, when counting money with the ring finger to pick up a part of the bill around the middle finger, and then in the counting of money the moment the middle finger retracted and palm down clasp, that part of the money will be collected in the heart of the hand.
By this time the attention of the child who had finished counting the money was focused on the pile of money that had been placed on the newspaper by Lynch, thus allowing Lynch to easily return his hand, which had clasped a portion of the money, to his pocket - he needed to reach for the leather strap.
Then the money that had been counted by the newsboy and Lynch at the same time would be wrapped up in newspaper and tied with a leather band under the watchful eyes of the two men, and the whole process, from Lynch's hand to the time when the money was out of sight, would probably take less than two seconds.
Coupled with the fact that these children were younger and Lynch was older, they were less likely to offend Lynch's majesty and would not bring up the idea of recounting the money, and Lynch smoothly got the money back.
If they had the courage to fight back, they wouldn't be just a paperboy now.
It was about two or three thousand dollars, he didn't count it, and since the other party was going to come and set him up with this tactic, he couldn't be blamed for finding some compensation back first.
Not long after he had done everything and hidden the money, the door to the room was suddenly kicked in violently ...