July 12, 1900: I was about to keep a diary, even if I don't know how long the habit would last, when I learned about the three brothers from a Mexican and found a newspaper clipping with a hand-drawn treasure map drawn by a Mexican—a treasure map that, if I guessed correctly, was too detailed! I took it and compared it with my map, and at once I found the place circled by the red hair, the confluence of the Kamassa River and the Pool of Bliss, where I was on my way, so that by the time you read this diary, the treasure had already been taken by me.

Upper Kamassa River, northwest of the Pool of Bliss:

If the treasure has not been touched, then it should be here, John dismounted as he thought, and he took out the treasure map in the saddle bag and checked it again.

John is located on a terrace with many exposed rocks, at the foot of the Kamassa River, and along the river there is a tranquil lake, the Blissful Pool. The location marked on the treasure map is the entire lookout, and there is no difference in elevation, which greatly reduces the difficulty of exploration, but there are also many objects to be explored on this lookout, and there are treasures buried under the roots of trees and between the cracks of stones.

"Hopefully it's still there." With this in mind, John spent the morning digging the roots of the tree and digging the soil, but there was no shadow of the treasure, and the little insects dug up a lot.

"Could it be that it has been poached a long time ago?" John was in a very disappointed mood, and he had no appetite for the pickled venison and lima beans he had brought with him. "Could this be a trap? After all, who would draw a treasure map in such an obvious place, am I being too presumptuous? The more John thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and after a short break, John continued to look for the treasure, only in this way could he suppress the negative emotions, but after a long time, John felt that he had fallen into the psychology of a gambler, as if he would not be able to live in peace for the rest of his life until he found the treasure.

John saw a tree on the edge of a cliff with a man-made mark, a large fork carved out of sharp object, muttering something like an Indian totem, and John Coster hoped that the symbol was related to the treasure of the three brothers.

Finally, guided by the symbols, and after countless attempts, John found a gold brick and a document under a large rock near the tree, the surface of which was covered with dirt, but still visible its alluring dark yellow.

"O Holy Lord! Am I not going to get rich? ”

John gestured to the sky with an excited gesture, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, knowing that there was a piece of gold in the west that could buy a luxury villa and live a life without food and clothing. John put the gold in the pocket of his shirt, and whether it hurt or not, he took the piece of paper and looked at it repeatedly, remembering that all the clues about the gold were provided on the paper, would it be too obvious? Anyway, John thought about reading the paper from beginning to end.

A note from Bennett's friend:

The Wolf Gang surrounded us, a month ago, the gang was still discussing how to distribute these assets, and I also had a share, but not only this group, but there were also people who were worried about these things, damn, it all happened too suddenly, Brother Bennett, I'm writing you an email with stray bullets right now, think about how to repay me......

They rushed in, and I felt like my life was short...... But Brother Bennett, don't you want to keep this gold alone, even if I die, you won't find where it is hidden, thanks to Neloniv, the honest Chechen fat man whom you usually laugh at, who proposed to hide the gold in a place where it is not easy to find, and if you want to find it, go to the place where we grew up, the red-roofed and green-walled hut of the Horseshoe Lookout, where one day I peeked through the cracks in the wooden planks your mother's jade body in the bathtub, and a warmth welled up in my heart, and from then on I developed a unique affection for Lingtang. Forgive me, for I was a young boy......

Your brother McCaber

March 1898

The content of the letter is probably like this, John understands that these treasures are not left for him, but for one of the three Bennett brothers, as for the exact, it is unknown, but what is certain is that Bennett did not receive the letter, otherwise, he would have fallen such a large gold brick? The place mentioned in the letter, the Horseshoe Lookout, John had some impression of it, and he had passed by it on his work trip, and the distance from the Paradise to the Horseshoe Lookout spanned almost the whole of New Hanover, a little shorter than the distance from Valentine to Anissberg. After thinking about it for a while, John decided to figure out the story of the three brothers, and it can be regarded as helping Mr. Fowler, after this time, he went to the town black market in Lemoen to sell the gold for cash, subsidize Mr. Fowler, and then pay the bounty, and he can go to Oklahoma to reunite with his wife and children, what a beautiful idea!

John planned for a moment, and now he could reach the Horseshoe Lookout after the sun had set, "That's it!" John fed the boy some fodder, and the animal had to run away......

In the middle of the night, the boy insisted on resting, and the horse was exhausted and panting after a long day's gallop, and John, so bent on getting bigger gold, paid no attention to the boy's protests, and the boy shook his head like mad, and almost threw John off.

"Alright, alright! Child. ”

John couldn't bear it, so he came down and led the boy along, and every moment he looked at the map, going back and forth several times, and finally jumped into the dense forest by the side of the road on a downhill road.

The forest was exceptionally quiet, the dark wood revealed a quaint blue, perhaps the bleak moonlight only shone on the ground between the gaps in the new leaves, and the surrounding space seemed crowded, John knew that this was not the original form of the wilderness, the wilderness should be open. Bathed in the gloomy mist of the woods, John saw with his binoculars a few thick tree stumps not far from the camphor forest, and he faintly saw the shadows of houses, and following the constant croaking of frogs and insects, one man and one horse finally came to the red and green hut in the notebook.

John opened the door, and a musty smell came to his face, it was clear that no one had been in for a long time. There was no light source in the room other than John's marquee. The floor of the room was in disrepair, and riding boots clicked on them, like rats chirping and gnawing on hardwood boards. There was a bed, a closet with swing doors, a large standing cupboard, a fireplace, a barrel with hoops, a table and five chairs.

"The clue must be in the furniture."

John searched through the cabinets to find the last cabinet with the photos of the three Bennett brothers, and when he opened the first drawer of the cabinet, he heard a footstep behind him that did not belong to him, and then his head went cold, like a hard pipe on the top.

"Earl Bennett, don't touch the contents of the drawer." A voice said.