Sean spent the night dealing with it in the suburbs.

When he returned to the village the next day, he happened to see Adam and Chen Jianqiu arguing for wine, and the two of them were sitting on opposite sides of the table, with two bottles of two pots in the center of the table.

There is a row of wine glasses on the table, and two people are "dueling" one-on-one.

This is a very Chinese way to drink, Chen Jianqiu doesn't like it, but Adam is infatuated with Erguotou for some reason. As far as Chen Jianqiu knows, this kind of wine is like poison in the eyes of Americans.

So Uncle Zhang Danian, who loves to watch the excitement, arranged this "exchange".

At this time, he was happily filling the two of them.

The result can be imagined, as soon as the fifth cup arrived, Adam lay on the table, and Chen Jianqiu, who was opposite him, did not have anything unusual except for his blushing face.

Asuka looked at Adam lying on the table with a look of pity.

It's really addictive.

Sean also ran to the edge of the table and jumped to the table, he picked up a glass and poured it into his mouth, and then spat it out.

"What is this?"

Zhang Danian laughed.

Chen Jianqiu stretched out a hand to Sean, and the black man remembered his task, and he handed Chen Jianqiu the piece of paper that drew the streets where the Irish lived.

Along with the paper, there was Lockhart's business card.

Chen Jianqiu frowned.

"Lockhart is dead." Sean said that he told Chen Jianqiu in detail what he had encountered.

Chen Jianqiu crossed his fingers in front of him, he was thinking.

"The contents of that bag could be a backup of the map, and that notebook might be a translation of the symbols on the map." He suddenly asked, "You said there was a bunch of people besides Pinkerton?" ”

"Yes." Sean nodded.

"Are you sure it's not the police?"

"The police weren't that fast."

Chen Jianqiu fell into deep thought again.

Pinkerton's men risked reputational damage by killing a Denver professor in a grand manner in the city of Denver.

It seems that this treasure is not trivial, and they do not hesitate to kill people.

But where did this other wave of people come from? What is their purpose?

At this time, the young man sent out by Zhang Danian to inquire about the news also returned.

"The address on this card is a hotel, where Mr. Holmes does live, and he has been going back and forth between the University of Denver and this hotel all this time."

A thought suddenly flashed through Chen Jianqiu's mind, who was thinking, and he stood up suddenly.

"Holmes is in danger."

……

Holmes was a little distraught, he ate behind closed doors with Lockhart, and basically didn't get any valid information.

But Lockhart's flickering words made him understand that things might not be that simple.

So he used his status as a geologist to apply to the University of Denver for access to the library's collection. At this time, the University of Denver's collection was not as amazing as it was later, but it had gathered a lot of first-hand information.

A week later, he finally found the answer in a tattered notebook at the bottom of the bookshelf.

This notebook comes from a deceased Spanish explorer, and Holmes happens to be fluent in Spanish.

The symbols on this were extremely similar to what he saw on Chen Jianqiu's human skin map.

He copied down the pages of his notebook and prepared to return the notebook to its place.

But he didn't take a few steps before he stopped and came back.

He pulled out the notebook, found the pages with the symbols, looked up and looked around, and after making sure that no one was there, he gritted his teeth and tore off the pages and clipped them into his notebook.

Holmes hurriedly walked out of the library door with his head bowed, not even noticing that an acquaintance greeted him.

"Mr. Holmes, where are you in such a hurry?" The voice came, and Holmes had to raise his head.

It's Philby, a scholar who also teaches at the University of Denver, and has some accomplishments in history.

"Uh, I, I'll go find Professor Lockhart." Holmes replied.

"Huh? Don't you know? Professor Lockhart is dead. Philby looked regretful, "The police just came in the morning. He was shot dead in an alley in the city last night. ”

Holmes froze in place.

Philby knew that he and Lockhart were very close friends, and thought he was grieving Lockhart's death, so he just stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

He left, leaving Holmes alone.

Holmes's mind went blank, if Lockhart died, would it be his turn next.

"You're Mr. Holmes, aren't you? Would you mind taking a trip with us? A voice came from behind Holmes, with a thick Mexican accent.

"I, I said I minded, okay?" Holmes turned his head and saw two stocky men behind him.

Two men, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiched him in the middle.

"You can't do that, this is in Denver, in the University of Denver!" Holmes said, his voice steady.

"But it's also in the west." One of the men replied very simply.

Holmes followed the two men out of the campus to a log cabin he knew, which had been used for students or faculty to hike and rest, but had been abandoned because it was too far from the campus.

The three men walked into the room, and Holmes looked up.

There were seven or eight people in the room, and only one person was sitting. The man fiddled with the two ants on the table, and when he saw someone come in, he killed the two poor worms and turned to Holmes.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Hernandez, I used to be Mexican, and now, I'm American." The old man, who looked quite old, said in a hoarse voice.

"My friend, ah, the same Mr. Lockhart who died last night, told me that you have all seen a treasure map, is there such a thing?"

Holmes' head shook like a rattle.

"He told me it was an Aztec treasure, right?" Hernandez continued.

"You know more than I do. Mr. Holmes looked helpless, he really wanted to drag Lockhart out of hell and ask why he was involved.

"Originally, he promised to give me a copy with him, but he had an accident." Hernandez never seemed to care about other people's feedback.

"Then you should go to the man who took your copy, sir."

"That's ours! Do you know? That's a treasure for us Mexicans! Hernandez suddenly became angry for no apparent reason, "So, where was the original?" Where it was! ”

Holmes was bitter and couldn't tell him he had only seen it once?

However, a familiar voice came in from outside the door.

"You bullying and afraid of hard garbage, map, here."