America 1881: Legend of the West

The curtain of the tent was opened, and a gust of wind blew in, causing the kerosene lamp in the tent to swing wildly. What floated in with the wind was a voice that Chen Jianqiu could not forget:

"Edward, long time no see. I heard that you are receiving guests?"

The speaker was standing at the door. This man was wearing a yellow hat, a silver police badge on the right side of his chest, and a cigarette in his mouth. It made people a little worried whether his white beard would be stained by the cigarette. After lighting it, when he raised his head, Chen Jianqiu saw his face clearly.

Isn't that Sheriff Morris?

Behind him were seven or eight heavily armed men, but they were all stopped outside the camp.

The adjutant hurried in: "Lieutenant, Captain Morris, uh, Chief Morris, he said he wanted to see you, I can't stop him..."

The lieutenant's face was uncertain, and he waved his hand to ask the adjutant to leave.

Morris cooked it himself, walked to the coffee stove, and poured himself a cup of hot coffee.

He directly ignored Chen Jianqiu's existence.

"Chief, I heard that you priced my head at one hundred and twenty dollars?" Chen Jianqiu looked like an old man.

"Edward, you can leave this person to me." Morris took a sip of coffee and frowned, "This coffee isn't very good. I'll get some from my luggage for you later. It's produced in Jamaica."

The lieutenant was noncommittal, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Morris felt something strange in the atmosphere behind him. He picked up the coffee cup and turned around, starting to look at the furnishings in the tent.

When his eyes fell on the notebook on the lieutenant's desk, he suddenly understood what had happened.

I have been traveling non-stop all the way, just because I am afraid that this will happen.

According to his original judgment, these three people are definitely not good people. The lieutenant's troops must either bite these three people tightly or surround them. They will not fall into the hands of the lieutenant until they are exhausted, have no ammunition and food, and how can this happen? It will be a week or two later.

However, the Chinese actually directly contacted the lieutenant himself, and God knows what he said.

"Sorry, Morris, I can't give you this person yet. My son is still in their hands." The lieutenant noticed the police chief's gaze, and he subconsciously moved his notebook into his hand. "Wait until I rescue him." My son, capture the Indian and the Negro and give them to you."

"You won't believe this murderer, will you?" Morris suddenly said.

The lieutenant fell silent again.

"Sergeant, I've just arrived. Why don't you sit down and talk about anything?" Chen Jianqiu looked like a philistine who could do anything.

"Talk to you? Who do you think you are? You killed my people and robbed my things. How can you be considered a person to me?" Morris could no longer suppress his anger.

"I'm very sincere. If you have money, let's make it together. Sheriff, I'll keep your secret for you. I'll take the blame. I won't get involved in the treasure. You guys can talk about it. This is not something I can get involved in. Son, just let me live." Chen Jianqiu felt confident and began to stir the water, the muddier the better.

Morris's fingers were trembling slightly, and he subconsciously had the urge to draw a gun.

"That's enough!" The lieutenant, who had been silent just now, slapped his hand on the table. He glared at the two people in front of him, "This is my territory, my territory! Do you understand?"

The people outside the camp didn't know what was going on inside, and they wanted to look inside but didn't dare. The seven or eight people brought by Morris looked a little nervous at the dozens of people around them.

Morris took a deep breath and said to the lieutenant: "Then you can continue talking, but lieutenant, the notebook and the human skin painting should be returned to me. You have also seen them. They are evidence, and the originals must be returned to me. .”

Now that we were at odds with each other, we simply spoke out.

"I didn't see any human skin paintings. This person didn't give them to me." The lieutenant looked down at the notebook and pointed at Chen Jianqiu without raising his head.

He didn't want to look at the old boss who didn't give him any face now. From the moment this man walked into the camp, he felt that he was offended.

Chen Jianqiu's expression was wonderful and unbelievable.

Morris snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the tent.

The seven or eight people saw him coming out and breathed a sigh of relief. They were private armed forces hired by Morris with money. If there was really a conflict with dozens of federal soldiers in the barracks, would they fight or not? What about a fight?

beat? It's not worth losing your life for this little money. Do not hit? The subsequent balance payment has not yet been received. If the employer is in trouble, he will go to someone to ask for the money.

A man carrying a Spencer lever-action rifle followed Morris who was hurriedly walking out. At this time, the Sheriff looked a little angry. He hesitated, leaned over and asked: "Sheriff, what should we do now? "

Morris seemed not to have heard what he said, and murmured curses in his mouth: "This idiot would rather believe a murderer who kidnapped his son than his old boss. When he attacked me, I You know this person is an idiot! Idiot!"

When he reached the entrance of the camp, he realized that someone had just spoken to him. He turned his head and asked angrily: "What did you just say?"

"I mean, what should we do next?" the man asked cautiously.

"Find a place to camp first, not too close or too far from here." Morris threw away the nearly burnt cigarette in his mouth and lit another one. "This idiot will have a good chance tomorrow." We need to take the Chinese man to retrieve his son, we will follow them and act according to the situation."

"Yes, but there are dozens of them." The man looked back at the few people behind him, feeling a little guilty.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die. I was his boss before, and I brought him out. I won't do anything to you. After this incident is over, I will pay you an extra sum of money." Morris glanced at He glanced at the person next to him and said.

If the treasure map of human skin is on a Chinese person, then just follow him and find an opportunity to snatch it back.

But if the thing is dedicated to the lieutenant by the Chinese, it will be a bit troublesome, but you can still find a way later.

The only thing he regrets now is that he doesn't have a photographic memory, and the things were stolen shortly after he got them, so he didn't leave a copy.

He recalled the first time he saw the human skin treasure map in Robert's. At that time, the human skin was displayed on a shelf behind the old mine owner's office. It was later put away for unknown reasons.

Morris thought it was just an ordinary antique at first, but later he heard from Robert's entourage that he had gone to find Lockhart and heard about the treasure map.

The attendant told him as a matter of fun, but the speaker was unintentional and the listener was interested. In addition, he never saw this human skin in Robert's place again.

After sneaking into the old mine director's house and seeing the diary, he was sure it was correct and finally became murderous.

Thinking of this, Morris' face gradually became vicious.

If it was really a treasure map, how could anyone know about it? Therefore, everyone who knows must die.

Yes, they all have to die.