Holmes ran with his legs.

But he had not taken a few steps before an Indian appeared in front of him, with an axe in his hand.

"I, I didn't say anything at the police station." Holmes had no choice but to turn around, spread out his two hands, and explained to Chen Jianqiu.

"Asuka! Put the axe away, why don't you play with the axe. Chen Jianqiu shouted at the bird, and then smiled and gestured two fingers to Holmes, "Uncle, this is the second time we have saved you." ”

"You saved me twice? You saved me twice? Holmston was angry, pointing angrily at his face, then rolling up his sleeve again, "Look at this, look at this!" ”

Chen Jianqiu didn't mean to be angry at all, he still smiled and said: "The police are more experienced in dealing with this kind of thing." We're afraid of hurting you, aren't we? ”

"Phew!" Holmes spat on the ground, "I heard what you said outside the cabin yesterday!" What's 'we don't want anybody to pay more', am I missing you that little money? I ......"

Holmes's grumbling was suddenly interrupted by himself, as he found that he had several more large bills in his hand.

"Let's hurry up and find a place to talk about business, you are not safe now, more than one person wants your life." The smile on Chen Jianqiu's face was gone, and he stared at Holmes, seeing that he was covered in hair.

Holmes followed Chen Jianqiu honestly, muttering as he walked:

"This money, this money, don't try to send me, I ......"

Chen Jianqiu took Holmes to Zhang Danian's "satellite village", and several people sat down around the table in Zhang Danian's house.

Chen Jianqiu took out the humanskin map, while Holmes took out his own notebook.

The notebook opened, revealing several fragments tucked inside, which Holmes had torn out of the library's old notebook.

He placed the human skin map on the table in front of him, holding the fragments in his hand, and looked for the corresponding meanings from the fragments one by one.

Chen Jianqiu was not in a hurry at all, he just sat quietly, his habitual elbows resting on the table, his fingers crossed, and his face was pensive.

Holmes' brow furrowed as he watched as he wrote something down in his notebook with his pen.

After a while, his pen stopped.

"This is a treasure buried by the descendants who escaped from the Aztecs, a secret guarded by their entire clan, and the amount of treasure can be staggering."

"Hmm." Chen Jianqiu heard the clue from the Mexican's roar yesterday, "So, where is the location?" ”

Holmes shook his head.

Chen Jianqiu's heart sank to the bottom, and the treasure map without a location was not the same as nothing.

"But here's a story."

"We believe that the High Quetzalcoatl God has led us to a new home, but when night falls, the god of darkness always comes like a dark cloud, and we pray sincerely that we will not enter the infinite darkness again."

"How much can you write on this paper?" Chen Jianqiu was a little puzzled.

"Paraphrase, paraphrase, though, I'm sure that, as I said last time, judging by the terrain, this place is in New Mexico, near the U.S.-Mexico border."

Chen Jianqiu fully believed in Holmes's professional ability, but this scope was too broad, so he could only look in that direction and collect clues.

Suddenly, there was the sound of horses' hooves outside the door.

Chen Jianqiu looked out of the door from following the voice.

It's He Hongsheng.

The young man was tired enough in the past two days, so he was first sent by Chen Jianqiu to report to the police, and early in the morning, according to his instructions, he took Sean's map to keep an eye on the Irishman.

"Uncle Nian, Uncle Nian, that Irishman ......" the young man rushed in from outside the door, panting.

"Drink water, take a breath, and speak slowly, didn't you let you stare at him, why did you come back in such a hurry?" Chen Danian poured a bowl of water and handed it to him, rubbing his back for him.

He Hongsheng drank the bowl of water in one go, he wiped his mouth, and looked at Chen Jianqiu who was sitting there, a little afraid for some reason.

"Say, what's going on?" Chen Jianqiu spoke.

"The Irishman went out early in the morning, and he had a group of people gathered at the back of the smelter, I couldn't make out what they were saying, but there were a few people I knew, and they were the ones who led the charge into Chinatown last year."

Chen Jianqiu slowly lowered his hand.

It's funny, I haven't looked for him yet, he sent it to the door himself.

…….

In a building across the street from Denver, on the second floor.

Hooknose sat at a table by the window, flipping through what looked like a picture book and a notebook next to it.

It was a Pinkerton property in Denver that originally belonged to a mine owner before Pinkerton Sr. bought the second floor, and it became an office.

He didn't seem to be interested in the contents of the "picture book" and notebook, and after hastily flipping through it, he handed it to his subordinate standing aside: "Wrap it up and give it to the employer." ”

The subordinate carefully took the object, and stopped talking.

As if knowing what his men were going to say, Hooknose took out a cigar from his clothes, lit it, and said slowly: "Give it to him, whether he wants to organize an expedition or something, it's not our business." ”

The subordinates carefully organized their wording: "Then, we can withdraw?" ”

"No, keep following them and control their whereabouts." Hook Nose's decision puzzled his men, but he didn't, and didn't dare say anything.

"Smack."

The door to the office was opened, and a man dressed like them walked in, politely plucked the dome from his head, patted it a few times by the door, and then took off his suit and hung it on a hanger by the door.

He saw the hooked nose sitting by the window, and immediately became enthusiastic:

"Yo, Lynch, what wind brought you to Denver?" The man walked to the sideboard in the back, grabbed a handful of coffee beans from the bottle above, threw them into the manual grinder, and began to grind the coffee.

The hooked nose pointed to the "picture book" and notebook in his hand, and the man nodded, and stopped asking.

Hooknose Lynch, with a cigar in his hand, stood up and paced to the window. He opened the curtain and looked out into the street.

"Why haven't you seen those workers making trouble lately? Daniel? He asked, taking a drag on his cigar.

"For the past two days, the public has focused on the murder of Lockhart, which is said to have been carried out by a Mexican gang that was caught kidnapping a geologist yesterday."

The Pinkerton detective, named Daniel, poured the coffee he had ground into the coffee pot, placed it on the stove and began to brew.

"But the employer still let us step in and divert the attention of the workers and the public." He sighed, "I've always been tasked with dealing with these guys, not like you. ”

Lynch didn't say anything, and he closed the curtains again.