America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 47 The Secret of the Treasure Map
Holmes ran.

But he had not gone 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.

"Asuka! Put the ax away, why play with the ax if you have nothing to do." Chen Jianqiu shouted at Asuka, then smiled and pointed two fingers at Holmes, "Uncle, this is the second time we have rescued you. "

"You saved me twice? You saved me twice?" Holmes suddenly lost his temper. He pointed at his face angrily, then rolled up his sleeves again, "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 thing. We are also afraid of hurting you, aren't we?"

"Bah!" Holmes spat on the ground, "I heard what you said outside the cabin yesterday! What 'we don't want anyone to pay extra", did I owe you that little money?I……"

Holmes' whining was suddenly interrupted by himself, because he found that he had several large dollar bills in his hand.

"Let's hurry up and find a place to talk about business. You're not safe now. More than one person wants your life." The smile on Chen Jianqiu's face disappeared, and he stared at Holmes, making him feel hairy.

Holmes followed Chen Jianqiu obediently, muttering as he walked:
"This little money, don't try to send me this little money, I..."

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

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

The notebook opened to reveal a few pages tucked inside that Holmes had torn from the old notebook in the library.

He put the human skin map on the table in front of him, held the few broken pages in his hand, and searched for the corresponding meaning from the broken pages one by one.

Chen Jianqiu was not in a hurry at all, he just sat quietly, habitually resting his elbows on the table, crossing his fingers, with a pensive look on his face.

While Holmes was reading, he was recording something in his notebook with a pen, and his brows were getting tighter and tighter.

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 whole family. The number of treasures may be amazing."

"Hmm." Chen Jianqiu heard the clue from the roar of the Mexican yesterday, "So, where is the location?"

Holmes shook his head.

Chen Jianqiu's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. A treasure map without a location is not the same as having no treasure map.

"However, there is one thing recorded here."

"We believe that the supreme Feathered Serpent God 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 and pray that we will not enter the boundless darkness again."

"Can there be so many records on this paper?" Chen Jianqiu was a little puzzled.

"Free translation, free translation, but I'm sure that, as I said last time, judging from the terrain, this place is in New Mexico, near the US-Mexico border."

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

Suddenly, there was the sound of horseshoes rushing outside the door.

Chen Jianqiu followed the voice and looked out the door.

It was He Hongsheng.

The young man was exhausted in the past two days, first he was sent by Chen Jianqiu to report to the police, and early in the morning, according to his instructions, he took Xiao En's map to follow 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 you tell me 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, stroked his back for him.

He Hongsheng drank the bowl of water in one breath, wiped his mouth, and looked 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. He gathered a group of people behind the smelter. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I knew a few people who led the charge into Chinatown last year."

Chen Jianqiu slowly put down his hand.

It's funny, I haven't gone to him yet, he delivered it to the door himself.

.......
In a building on the street in Denver, on the second floor.

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

This is a Pinkerton property in Denver. It used to belong to a mine owner, and later the old Pinkerton bought the second floor, so it became an office.

He didn't seem to be very interested in the contents of the "picture album" and the notebook. After hastily flipping through it, he handed it to the subordinate standing aside: "Wrap it up and hand it over to the employer."

The subordinate took the thing carefully, hesitating to speak.

As if he knew what his subordinates were going to say, the hooked nose took out a cigar from his clothes, lit it, and said slowly: "Give him the things, whether he wants to organize an expedition or something, it's not ours." It's over."

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

"No, continue to follow them and control their whereabouts." The decision of the hooked nose made his subordinates very puzzled, but he didn't, and he didn't dare to say anything.

"Clap."

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

When he saw the hooked 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 them into the manual grinder, and started grinding coffee .

The hooked nose pointed to the "picture book" and notebook in the hands of his subordinates, the man nodded and stopped asking.

The hook-nosed Lynch stood up with a cigar in his hand, and walked to the window.He parted the curtain a crack and looked out into the street.

"Why haven't you seen those workers making trouble recently? Daniel?" He asked, taking a puff on his cigar.

"In the past two days, the public's attention has been on Lockhart's murder. It is said that a Mexican gang did it. They were arrested yesterday when they kidnapped a geologist."

The Pinkerton detective, Daniel, poured his ground coffee into the coffee pot, set it on the stove, and began to brew.

"But the employer still let us intervene to divert the attention of the workers and the citizens." He sighed, "The tasks I receive are always dealing with these fuckers, not like you."

Lynch didn't make any comments, he closed the curtains again.

　Chapter 2 is late
　　
　
(End of this chapter)