America 1881: Legend of the West

"Young Master, you can stay here. It's fairly hidden here and most people won't find it." Zhang Danian looked at Chen Jianqiu expectantly, but Chen Jianqiu was noncommittal.

He just took out a small card from his arms and handed it to the old man: "Please find a capable person to help me find out about this person."

This is Holmes' business card.

Zhang Danian looked at the piece of paper and nodded.

"By the way, just call me Jianqiu." Chen Jianqiu left a message and walked out.

"Sean!"

The black man was squatting on the field terrier, watching with relish the "fight" between a female dog and a male dog, when he heard someone calling his name behind him.

He turned around and saw that it was Chen Jianqiu. He stood up and walked quickly towards him.

"What's the matter, boss?"

"Go to Denver in the evening and help me investigate where the Irish people in the city mainly live. Investigate the terrain. It's best to draw a map."

"Um, boss, I can't draw." Sean was a little embarrassed.

"You can tell me, too."

"Then I'll just paint." Sean touched his head and stopped bargaining.

"By the way, where are Feiniao and Adam?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly asked.

"Feiniao asked the strong man for a fishing rod and went to the river to fish." Sean pointed at Niu San. Niu San saw them looking over and smiled honestly, "Adam? That drunkard? I didn't see him. .”

After Chen Jianqiu explained some details to Sean, he asked him to go find Zhang Danian to prepare for the evening.

He circled around the village and finally found Adam leaning against the chicken shed behind a house.

His hat was on his head and he was holding the half bottle of Erguotou in his hand.

This guy must have drank Erguotou like whiskey. Wait until he wakes up and ask him about his acceptance speech.

Chen Jianqiu called Niu San and asked him to find a group of people to carry Adam back to the house.

He wanted to go find Feiniao and discuss the next plan.

……

An office at the University of Denver.

Dr. Lockhart was furious.

Opposite his desk sat a man with a hooked nose, and behind him stood two heavily armed Pinkerton agents.

"You promised me to catch those three people as soon as possible or kill them, but more than a month has passed. Not only have these three people not been caught, they have also fled to Colorado! They are obviously coming for me!"

Lockhart was furious. Not long ago, his friend Holmes hurriedly found him and discussed the Aztec language with him.

Of course he knew what those characters represented.

So he lied. But at Holmes's level, no matter how much he obstructs him, he will soon understand the meaning of these characters, and correspondingly, the secret of the treasure map will also be revealed.

"We will protect you." He said slowly with a hooked nose.

"Don't you have a good reputation? Aren't you professionals?" Lockhart gasped, "That treasure map is very important. I want you to deal with them immediately."

"Of course we know it's important." The hooked nose was not affected by his emotions at all, "But we also understand who pays us."

Lockhart suddenly understood the meaning of the aquiline nose, but he shuddered when he thought that the three murderers would tie him up at any time, torture him, and possibly destroy him if he got or didn't get the answer.

"I promised your boss that I will go back soon, but if you don't solve those three people, I will consider changing a partner. There are many people who are interested in this treasure map." Lockhart's words were vague With a hint of threat.

"Have you told anyone else?" He said with a playful look on his hooked nose.

"I'm not sure I can." Lockhart knew he had made a mistake and gave an ambiguous answer.

The hooked nose dusted off his suit and stood up. He picked up the round-brimmed hat from Lockhart's table and put it on his head.

"We'll take care of your troubles, Doctor."

The hooked nose walked out of the doctor's office, and the detective waiting outside came up.

"Have those three arrived in Denver?" asked the hook-nosed man.

"It's like they evaporated after leaving the mountain. We are still looking for their whereabouts."

"Where are the other bounty hunters?"

"It seems that besides Hanif, there are several more, and they all seem to be quite famous."

The hooked nose waved to the agent, motioning for him to come closer, and he said softly:

"If they are alive, we will continue to follow them. If they fall into the hands of others, we will kill them together and get back the treasure map. We will do it ourselves."

……

Chen Jianqiu walked along the path beside the village towards the river. He walked into a forest. In the forest, there was an avenue for carriages to drive.

Chen Jianqiu wore a hat, lowered his head, and walked forward.

Suddenly, a crisp ringing sound came into his ears.

In the distance, a caravan was slowly driving towards him along the road.

The driver was a Latin American mixed-race girl, wearing a long red dress, which stood out in the green of the forest.

field? woman? one person?

Chen Jianqiu lowered the brim of his hat. Now his reward orders were plastered all over Denver. He didn't want to cause trouble.

The caravan swayed past him, and Chen Jianqiu glanced at the girl with his peripheral vision.

This is a beautiful Latin beauty with beautiful facial features. The lines of her profile are as graceful as a sculpture. Her eyes exude a soul-stirring laziness that makes people linger.

When she passed Chen Jianqiu, there was a small pit in front of her. She stood up and raised the reins in her hand.

The red skirt could not hide her graceful and proud figure. A gust of wind blew her black hair, flying high back and dancing in the air.

Chen Jianqiu's eyes stayed on her hand holding the reins for a second.

He lowered his head, and the woman didn't seem to be looking at him, and the two passed by her.

"Crack", a sound suddenly came from behind, followed by a woman's voice.

"gentlemen!"

Chen Jianqiu did not intend to stop and continued to move forward.

The woman got out of the car. She first lowered her head to check the rear wheels of her carriage, and then caught up with Chen Jianqiu in front.

"Sir, can you help me? My car is stuck in a pit."

Chen Jianqiu stopped and turned around.

The woman smiled charmingly at him and slowly walked towards her caravan.

Chen Jianqiu followed step by step.

The woman walked behind the caravan and leaned into the carport, seemingly preparing to find some tools inside to pry the rear wheels of the car.

However, the next second, her hand was held down.

In the dark car, not far from her hand.

It's a Winchester M1873 repeating rifle.

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