America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 99 The Showdown in the Black Room
Holmes is a little weird.

The person in front of him didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and he hadn't said a word since he came in.

He didn't come in and press him about the treasure map like that Mexican Hernandez did; he didn't wrap his head in a burlap sack like Hanif did.

However, Holmes adhered to the experience of "If you don't talk nonsense, you won't be beaten", he didn't say a word, just looked at the room silently.

A candle was burning on the table in front of him. The candle flickered, and the light in the room was dim.

There are some books on the shelf behind. Holmes squinted his eyes and looked at them, but he couldn't see them clearly, but there should be many categories, both old and new.

This is not uncommon in small towns in the West.

The man in front of him was standing in front of the bookshelf, with his back turned to him, playing with the spines of the books on the shelf.

The sound outside the window gradually died down, and the Ku Klux Klan who brought him moved away from the area, where they gathered.

The man finally turned around.

He was wearing a gray suit, which was very neat and unruffled; at the neck was a bow tie that looked a bit complicated.

He took off his hat, revealing a head of pale hair, but when he raised his head, Holmes discovered that the lower half of his face was covered by a triangular mask, which was incompatible with his gentlemanly attire. out of place.

"Please sit down." The old man stretched out his hand and pointed to the chair in front of the table, while he sat down opposite Holmes.

Holmes hesitated, but chose to sit on the chair.

He put the treasure map and notebook on the table, then retracted his hands and put them on his lap.

The old man didn't go to get the chart and notebook, and his next action scared Holmes half to death.

He reached for his mask.

Holmes quickly covered his eyes with his hands:

"I didn't see anything!"

This person was wearing a mask when the 3 Ku Klux Klan members came in. He definitely didn't want others to know his identity. Now that he lets himself see it, it is likely that he wants to silence himself.

"Mr. Holmes, there are only you and me here, and I fully trust you, so please remove your hands." The old man's voice came from the opposite side.

Holmes remained unmoved, still tightly closing his eyes.

"I haven't worn this thing for a long time. To be honest, I don't like it very much. But sometimes, people have to face the world with another side. Don't you, Mr. Holmes?"

The old man's voice was unhurried.

"Let's talk about the business. I know you are an excellent geologist and archaeologist. I guess you have studied the secret of this treasure map, right?"

There was the sound of fingers tapping on the table in turn, and the old man's voice reached Holmes' ears.

"Join me, your friends of color have no idea what they're looking for, it's not just treasure."

Holmes didn't speak. He was surprised by the old man's straightforwardness, and even more surprised by his words.

He seems to know more than himself.

"You don't have to wait for your colored friends anymore, I watched them go out of town, and if they come back, Thomas and his big dozen will take care of them."

Holmes smelled the pungent smell of burning phosphorus and sulfur compounds, followed by the choking smell of burning tobacco, and he couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Although Thomas has become a bandit now, in his eyes, all colored people are as damned as black ghosts."

"If it wasn't for Pinkerton's gang around last time, I would have done it a long time ago. They wouldn't even be able to get out of Montrose."

There was a hint of regret in the old man's voice, as if he could have put his plan into practice long ago.

"Think about it."

"How about I choose for him?"

A male voice came from outside the door. At the same time as his voice, there was the sound of breaking into the door and several gunshots.

Holmes reacted immediately. He skilfully got under the table. When he opened his eyes, he found that the candles in the room were extinguished.

On the wall behind the bookshelf, there was an open door at some point.

The person who rushed in was Chen Jianqiu.

When he arrived at the grocery store just now, it was pitch black, except for the light from the window of a small room behind.

Chen Jianqiu touched the bottom of the window, and he looked inside from the window.

From the window, he could only see Holmes covering his eyes, and someone was talking to him across from him.

This man sat in a very particular position, he could only hear his voice, not see him, and he couldn't see him at all from the position of the window, let alone shoot.

But he had roughly guessed who this person was, and he made a risky decision.

Break through the front door.

The moment Chen Jianqiu kicked open the door, the candles in the room went out, and he pulled the triggers of the two Colts in his hand.

But a sense of danger came suddenly.

It was a feeling of death, the last time I felt it was at Larkfield Farm, when Fultz shot him in the back.

He lowered his head abruptly.

A bullet grazed his scalp and hit the wooden door.

The speed of shooting on the opposite side was faster than him!
Chen Jianqiu rolled forward, knocking the chairs in the room to pieces.

He turned on the shooter state, but the room was completely dark, not even a faint light.

He can magnify the faint light in the dark, but he cannot create bright light out of thin air.

But then the other side made a mistake.

His gun rang again, following the trajectory of Chen Jianqiu knocking over the chair, sweeping all the way, the opposite directly moved the hammer, and turned the revolver to full automatic.

The muzzle of the gun burst into flames.

In just a split second, Chen Jianqiu locked onto the opposite position, and the two Colts in his hands sounded again.

"Whoa!"

"Oh!"

First, a shelf in the room was hit, and then an open door appeared on the wall, and a black figure rushed out from the door.

Chen Jianqiu rushed to the door, leaning his back against the door to observe the outside, he was not in a hurry to chase out.

Opposite is a very experienced shooter, just a little bit of luck.

He counted the gunshots on the opposite side just now. Even if it was a six-round revolver, at least one bullet was left on the other side. If he rushed out rashly, he might be arranged for a round by the other side.

The back door was facing the moon, and he took advantage of the moonlight to look inside the room. The bookshelf fell to the ground, the books on the shelf were scattered all over the floor, and a trail of blood ran from the side of the table to the door.

Chen Jianqiu entered the short-term shooter state again, and after confirming that there was no ambush outside the door, he chased out along the bloodstains.

The blood trail continued into the yard behind the grocery store, then stopped abruptly.

It was messy and messy, with all kinds of sundries piled up there.

The other side was injured, and he didn't forget to use some special method to cover his tracks while escaping.

"What an old fox." Chen Jianqiu inserted the revolver into the holster.

If Zai Niao was by his side at this time, he would definitely lead him to find a way to chase him to the end.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

But now he can only return to that room.

Holmes had put away his notebook and treasure map, and was waiting for him outside the door.

"I won't play anymore, no matter how much money I give you." He couldn't stand it anymore, and said to Chen Jianqiu in a broken heart.

"Oh? No problem, I never force others." Chen Jianqiu glanced at Holmes while adjusting his saddle.

He took out a gold bar from the bag, threw it to Holmes, and then took the notes and treasure map from Holmes.

"I wish you good luck." Chen Jianqiu got on the horse, turned the horse's head, and went to the other side of the street.

Five seconds later, Holmes shouted from behind:
"Chen! Help me! Chen!"

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and saw Holmes running towards him.

Not far behind him, a bull was rushing towards them with several white robes.

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