America 1881: Legend of the West

Holmes ran away.

But he had not taken a few steps when an Indian appeared in front of him with an ax in his hand.

"I, I didn't say anything at the police station." Holmes had to turn around, spread his hands, and explained to Chen Jianqiu.

"Flying bird! Put the ax away, why are you playing with the ax when you have nothing to do?" Chen Jianqiu shouted to Feiniao, and then pointed two fingers to Holmes with a smile, "Uncle, this is the second time we have rescued you. "

"You saved me twice? You saved me twice?" Holmes was furious for a moment. He pointed at his face angrily, and then rolled up his sleeves, "Look at this, Look at this again!"

Chen Jianqiu didn't mean to be angry at all. He still said with a smile: "The police are more experienced in dealing with this kind of matter. We are also afraid of hurting you, aren't we?"

"Bah!" Holmes spat on the ground, "I heard everything you said outside the cabin yesterday! We don't want anyone to pay more." Do I owe you that little money? I……"

Holmes's grumbling was suddenly interrupted by himself, because he found that he had a few large dollar bills in his hand.

"Let's quickly find a place to talk about business. You are not safe now. More than one person will kill you." The smile on Chen Jianqiu's face disappeared. He stared at Holmes, making him feel hairy all over.

Holmes followed Chen Jianqiu obediently, muttering as he walked:

"This little money, don't even think about sending me this little money, I..."

Chen Jianqiu took Holmes to Zhang Danian's "satellite village", and several people sat down around the table in Zhang Danian's house.

Chen Jianqiu took out the human skin map, and Holmes took out his own notebook.

The notebook opened, revealing several fragments of pages tucked inside, which Holmes had torn out from the old notebook in the library.

He placed the human skin map on the table in front of him, holding the fragments of the pages in his hand, searching for the corresponding meanings from the fragments of the pages one symbol at a time.

Chen Jianqiu was not in a hurry at all. He just sat quietly, resting his elbows on the table as usual, crossing his fingers, with a thoughtful look on his face.

As he read, Holmes wrote something in his notebook with a pen, his brows frowning more and more.

After a while, his pen stopped.

"This is a treasure buried by the descendants who escaped from the Aztecs. It is a secret guarded by their entire family. The number of treasures may be astonishing."

"Yeah." Chen Jianqiu heard the clue from the Mexican guy's roar yesterday, "So, where is the location?"

Holmes shook his head.

Chen Jianqiu's heart sank to the bottom. A treasure map without a location was just like nothing.

"However, one thing is recorded here."

"We believe that the supreme Quetzalcoatl has led us to find a new home, but every time the night falls, the god of darkness will always come like a dark cloud. We pray devoutly not to enter the boundless darkness again."

"How much can be recorded on this piece of paper?" Chen Jianqiu was a little puzzled.

"Free translation, free translation, but what I am sure of is that, just like what I said last time, judging from the terrain, this place is in New Mexico, close to the U.S.-Mexico border."

Chen Jianqiu fully believed in Holmes's professional ability, but the scope was too broad, so he could only collect clues while looking in that direction.

Suddenly, there was the rapid sound of horse hooves outside the door.

Chen Jianqiu followed the sound and looked out the door.

It's He Hongsheng.

The young man was very tired these two days. First, he was sent by Chen Jianqiu to call the police. Then early in the morning, he followed his instructions and took Sean's map to track down the Irishman.

"Uncle Da Nian, Uncle Da Nian, that Irishman..." The young man rushed in from the door, panting.

"Drink some water, take a breath, and speak slowly. Didn't I ask you to stare at him? Why did you come back in such a hurry?" Chen Danian poured a bowl of water and handed it to him and rubbed his back.

He Hongsheng drank the entire bowl of water in one breath. He wiped his mouth and glanced at Chen Jianqiu who was sitting there, feeling a little scared for some reason.

"Tell me, what happened?" Chen Jianqiu spoke.

"The Irishman went out early in the morning, and he gathered a group of people behind the smelter. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but there were a few people I knew. They were the ones who took the lead in breaking into Chinatown last year."

Chen Jianqiu slowly put down his hand.

It's really interesting. Before I even went to find him, he delivered it to my door.

.......

On the second floor of a building on the street in Denver.

The hooked nose was sitting at a table by the window, flipping through something like a picture album, with a notebook beside him.

This is one of Pinkerton's properties in Denver. It originally belonged to a mine owner. Later, the old Pinkerton bought the second floor and turned it into an office.

He seemed to have little interest in the contents of the "picture album" and the notebook. After flipping through it, he handed it to his subordinate standing aside: "Wrap it up and give it to your employer."

The subordinate carefully took the thing and hesitated to speak.

Seemingly knowing what his men were going to say, the aquiline nose took out a cigar from his clothes, lit it, and said slowly: "Leave the thing to him. If he wants to organize an expedition or something, it doesn't belong to us." It’s over.”

The subordinate carefully organized his words: "Then, can we withdraw?"

"No, continue to follow them and control their whereabouts." The hook-nosed decision puzzled his subordinates, but he did not and did not dare to say anything.

"Clap."

The door of the office was opened, and a man dressed similarly to them walked in. He politely took off the dome on his head, patted it a few times by the door, then took off his suit and hung it together. On the clothes rack by the door.

As soon as he saw the aquiline nose sitting by the window, he immediately became enthusiastic:

"Hey, Lynch, what brought you to Denver?" The man walked to the side cabinet at the back, grabbed a handful of coffee beans from the bottle above, threw it into the manual grinder, and started grinding the coffee. .

The hooked nose pointed at the "picture album" and notebook in his hands. The man nodded and stopped asking.

Hook-nosed Lynch stood up with a cigar in his hand and walked to the window. He opened the curtains a crack and looked toward the street.

"Why haven't you seen those workers causing trouble recently? Daniel?" he asked after taking a puff of his cigar.

"In the past two days, the public's attention has been on Lockhart's murder. It is said that it was committed by a Mexican gang. They were caught while kidnapping a geologist yesterday."

The Pinkerton detective named Daniel poured the ground coffee into the coffee pot, put it on the stove and started to brew.

"However, the employer still asked us to intervene and divert the attention of the workers and citizens." He sighed, "The tasks I receive are always to deal with these fuckers, unlike you."

Lynch didn't make any comment and closed the curtains again.