America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 44 Holmes is in trouble
Sean tackled it all night in the suburbs.

When he returned to the village the next day, he happened to see Adam and Chen Jianqiu competing for wine. They were sitting on either side of the table, and two bottles of Erguotou were placed in the center of the table.

There is a row of wine glasses on the table, and two people are "dueling" one-on-one.

This is a very Chinese way of drinking, and Chen Jianqiu doesn't like it, but Adam is obsessed with Erguotou for some reason.As far as Chen Jianqiu knows, this kind of wine is like poison in the throat in the eyes of Americans.

So Uncle Zhang Danian, who loves to watch the excitement, arranged this "communication".

At this time, he was cheerfully filling the two.

The result can be imagined, as soon as the fifth cup was reached, Adam lay down on the table, and Chen Jianqiu, who was opposite him, showed no abnormality except for a slightly red complexion.

Asuka looked at Adam lying on the table with pity.

It's really addictive.

Sean also ran to the edge of the table eager to try it. He picked up a cup and poured it into his mouth, then spit it out in one gulp.

"What is this?"

Zhang Danian laughed out loud.

Chen Jianqiu stretched out a hand to Xiao En, and the black man remembered his mission. He handed Chen Jianqiu the piece of paper with the streets where Irish people lived.

Along with the paper, there was Lockhart's business card.

Chen Jianqiu frowned.

"Lockhart is dead." Sean said, he told Chen Jianqiu what happened to him in detail.

Chen Jianqiu crossed his hands and fingers in front of him, he was thinking.

"The contents of that bag may be a backup of the map, and that notebook may be the translation of the symbols on the map." He suddenly asked, "You said there are a group of people following Pinkerton?"

"Yes." Sean nodded.

"Are you sure it's not the police?"

"The police aren't that quick."

Chen Jianqiu fell into deep thought again.

Pinkerton's men risked their reputations by killing a University of Denver professor in the city of Denver.

It seems that these treasures are not trivial, and they did not hesitate to kill people to silence them.

But where did this other wave of people come from?What is their purpose?

At this time, the young man Zhang Danian sent out to inquire about the news also came back.

"The address on this card is a hotel. Mr. Holmes did live here, and he has been commuting between the University of Denver and this hotel during this time."

A thought suddenly flashed through the mind of Chen Jianqiu who was thinking, and he stood up abruptly.

"Holmes is in danger."

……

Holmes was a little restless. He was rejected by Lockhart and basically didn't get any effective information.

But Lockhart's evasive words made him understand that things might not be that simple.

So he used his identity as a geologist to apply to the University of Denver for the right to read books in the library.At this time, the collection of the University of Denver is not as amazing as it was later, but it has gathered a lot of first-hand information.

A week later, he finally found the answer in a tattered notebook on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf.

The notebook was from a late Spanish explorer, and Holmes, who happened to be fluent in Spanish.

The symbols on it are very similar to the ones he saw on Chen Jianqiu's human skin map.

He copied these few pages in the notebook, and then prepared to return the notebook to its original place.

But he didn't take a few steps, and then stopped and came back.

He pulled out the notebook, found the pages with the symbols, looked up and looked around to make sure there was no one there, then gritted his teeth, tore off the pages, and put them in his notebook.

Holmes hurried out of the library door with his head down, not even noticing the greeting from an acquaintance walking towards him.

"Mr. Holmes, where are you going in such a hurry?" The voice made Holmes raise his head.

It was Philby, also a scholar who taught at the University of Denver, and had some accomplishments in history.

"Uh, I, I'm going to find Professor Lockhart." Holmes replied.

"Huh? Don't you know? Professor Lockhart is dead." Philby looked regretful. "The police just came this morning. He was shot dead in an alley in the city last night."

Holmes stood there dumbfounded.

Knowing that he and Lockhart were very close friends, Philby thought he was mourning Lockhart's death, so he just stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

He leaves, leaving Holmes alone.

Holmes' mind went blank, if Lockhart died, would it be his turn next.

"Are you Mr. Holmes? Do you mind walking with us?" A voice came from behind Holmes with a strong Mexican accent.

"I, if I mind, is that okay?" Holmes turned his head and saw two strong men behind him.

Two men, one on the left and the other on the right, sandwiched him in the middle.

"You can't do this, it's in Denver, at the University of Denver!" Holmes said, his voice steady.

"But this is also in the west." One of the men replied very simply.

Holmes followed the two people out of the campus and came to a cabin. He knew this place. It was originally used for hiking and rest for students or faculty members, but it was abandoned because it was too far away from the campus.

As the three entered the room, Holmes looked up.

There were seven or eight people in the room, and only one was sitting.The man fiddled with two ants on the table, and when he saw someone coming in, he killed the two poor creatures and turned to Holmes.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Hernandez. I used to be a Mexican, but now I am an American." The old man who looked quite old said in a hoarse voice.

"My friend, ah, the Mr. Lockhart who died last night told me that you have all seen a treasure map before, is there such a thing?"

Holmes' head shook like a rattle.

"He told me that it was an Aztec treasure, is that true?" Hernandez continued.

"You know more than I do, sir." Holmes looked helpless. He really wanted to drag Lockhart out of hell and ask why he was involved.

"Originally he promised to give me the copy, but something happened to him." Hernandez never seemed to care about other people's feedback.

"Then you should ask the person who took your copy, sir."

"It belongs to us! Do you know? It's the treasure of our Mexicans!" Hernandez suddenly became furious for no reason, "So, where is it? Where is it!"

Holmes couldn't tell because he couldn't tell him that he had only seen it once?
However, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"You gang of bullying garbage, the map is here with me."

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(End of this chapter)