America 1881: Legend of the West

In the next ten days, nothing seemed to change much.

Holmes was still studying the treasure map, but after combining the information he brought with the contents on the map, he made some progress.

The Aztecs were an Indian civilization that began to exist in central and southern Mexico in the 14th century. They were destroyed by the Spanish in the 16th century.

However, according to Holmes' research, the age of this human skin is only a hundred years at most.

In addition, this tribe is definitely not the descendant of any royal family, and their sacrificial standards are completely inadequate.

But regarding the treasure itself, Holmes brought Chen Jianqiu good news and bad news.

The good news is that the treasure is real and there is quite a lot of it.

As for the origin of the treasure, the description on the human skin is very vague, just one sentence, "The evil gods and their servants on the sea robbed the wealth, but fell into the holy lake."

Holmes speculated that the sea servant of the evil god probably refers to the Spanish, and "falling in the holy lake" exactly matches the "miserable night" recorded by the Spanish explorer.

The Emperor of the Aztecs, Montezuma II, was stoned to death by his people. A large number of Spaniards fled with the looted gold and silver, and were eventually besieged in Lake Texcoco. Many people and The treasure sank to the bottom of the lake together.

It is not known how these treasures were fished out and how they came into the hands of this tribe.

But the amount of wealth is still considerable, because the record uses the adjective "mountain-like".

The bad news is that he still cannot determine the specific location of the treasure. He can only judge from the landforms in the picture that it is roughly in the southeastern area of ​​New Mexico.

Something else happened during this time.

That golden eagle is scared.

At this time, it was resting on Chen Jianqiu's shoulder, pecking at a piece of venison held in his palm.

It was only half eaten when Chen Jianqiu withdrew his hand and threw the meat back into the pot.

The golden eagle flapped its wings and was about to get angry, but when it saw Chen Jianqiu's blank gaze, it immediately didn't dare to make a mistake.

Chen Jianqiu looked the golden eagle up and down and said with regret:

"Corn, I still like your unruly look before."

After the golden eagle woke up, it found that its feet and tail were tied up. After trying to escape several times without success, it landed alone on a horizontal wooden stick in the corner of the house.

This horizontal wooden stick is made of a flying bird and is in a relatively balanced state. As long as the bird is slightly sleepy and moves its position, it will fall down.

Chen Jianqiu, on the other hand, went into battle personally with a frying pan in hand, and played a game of big eyes and small eyes with the golden eagle.

In the meantime, whenever the silly bird felt sleepy, Chen Jianqiu would gently serve him a pot.

A week later, this golden eagle had completely lost its previous arrogance of looking down on all living beings, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

When the poor bird was almost out of breath, Chen Jianqiu finally put him down, and the golden eagle slept for three days and three nights.

When it woke up, it was Chen Jianqiu's new partner: corn.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the door and put the corn out. He turned around and walked to the table and began to make the next plan.

He decided to set off after resting for a while, otherwise Colorado might be snowed in as early as October, and they would have to stay in the mountains for one winter.

Until then, he was still waiting hopefully for the arrival of his guests.

Those secretly pursuing soldiers should be able to find this place no matter how slow they are.

Chen Jianqiu didn't believe the villagers below at all. He was not stupid enough to think that his help to the village was worth their attractive bounty.

If these people's conscience finds out, Malik will immediately run over and tell him the whereabouts of the other party.

If this group of people is tempted by the bounty or has a strong sense of justice, they will either point the other party in a vague direction, or they will find Malik.

Because only Malik knows the exact location of his cabin.

Chen Jianqiu was not worried about the former, since these people knew there were people in the mountain anyway, but the latter was very dependent on the attitude of this man who believed in God.

If he decides to betray him, then the drama that Chen Jianqiu expected will begin.

The first person to appear near this mountain villa was Officer Fultz, the embodiment of justice in Colorado, the natural enemy of evil, the nemesis of gangsters, and the founder of the Colorado State Rangers.

These titles were all praises given to the police officer by Denver newspapers after the kidnapping case some time ago. Not long ago, he captured the wanted criminal Hanifzhi. The Denver Times and the Western Pioneer began to praise this police star in lengthy articles.

Fultz said in the interview that these are what he should do, and he hopes that the newspaper can focus more on other places.

But privately, he cut out the parts of the newspaper with his photos printed piece by piece, and put the one he thought was the most handsome in his wallet.

After studying Chen Jianqiu's previous case files, he determined that this man was a fugitive who committed a heinous crime. He was cunning, cruel, and insane.

When he decided to set off, more than ten days had passed. After fully analyzing Chen Jianqiu's movement trajectory and the surrounding geographical environment, he chose this place as his first step.

"Hey, buddy, do you know this guy?" Fultz took out a reward notice and asked the farmer who was logging wood on the roadside.

The farmer took one look and shook his head.

"So, what about this one?" Fultz took out another one, this one with an Indian bird on it.

The farmer didn't even want to take another look and continued to shake his head.

"These people are wanted criminals, and their highest reward is worth more than 1000 US dollars." Fultz increased his voice.

The farmer was a little confused.

1000 US dollars, my God, what is that concept? You can buy a large piece of land and many, many sheep.

Fultz saw that the farmer was thinking about it, so he continued: "Sir, you can think about it more carefully."

He took out a lot of dollars from his pocket and started counting them.

When the farmer saw the dollar bills, his eyes widened and he quickly said, "I've seen it, I've seen it. This Indian came to the village before, and he even ordered us to pour gunpowder."

"So, where is his specific position now?" Fultz continued to count his dollars without looking up.

"Uh, I don't know, they should be in the mountains. Only Malik in the village knows where they are." The farmer said while looking longingly at the dollar bills in Fultz's hand.

Under his gaze, Fultz stuffed the money back into his clothes. The farmer beside him was stunned.

"Uh, sorry, I just wanted to order the money." Fultz said apologetically.

The farmer was anxious: "What about my reward?"

Fultz took out another twenty-five cent coin from his pants pocket and threw it to the farmer:

"Sorry, your news is only worth so much."

After that, he left the astonished farmer behind and headed towards the village with the other mounted policemen.

Sorry everyone, I just woke up from the wine and made up for the second update. Sorry.