Over the next ten days, nothing seemed to have changed.

Holmes was still working on the treasure map, but he had made some progress after combining the information he had brought with him and the contents of the map.

The Aztecs were an Indian civilization that began in south-central Mexico in the 14th century and fell to the Spanish in the 16th century.

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

In addition, this tribe is by no means descended from a royal family, and their sacrificial specifications are completely insufficient.

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 are quite a few of them.

The description of the origin of the treasure is vague, and it is only a sentence that "the evil gods and their servants of the sea have taken away their riches, but they have fallen in the holy lake." ”

Holmes speculated that the god's servants at sea were probably referring to the Spaniards, and that "Falling on the Holy Lake" matched the Spanish explorer's account of the "miserable night."

After the Aztec emperor, Montezuma II, was stoned to death by his people, a large number of Spaniards fled with the looted gold and silver, and were eventually surrounded in Lake Texcoco, where many sank to the bottom along with the treasure.

As for how these treasures were fished out and how they got into the hands of this tribe, it is unknown.

But the amount of wealth is still considerable, because the adjective "mountain-like" is used in the records.

The bad news is that he still can't tell where the treasure is, and can only tell roughly southeast of New Mexico from the topography on the map.

There was another incident that happened during this time.

The golden eagle was cowardly.

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

It was only halfway through it before Chen Jianqiu withdrew his hand and threw the meat back into the pot.

The golden eagle fluttered its wings and was about to get angry, but when it saw Chen Jianqiu's stunned gaze, he 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 the way you were unruly before."

When the golden eagle woke up, it found its feet and tail tied, and after several unsuccessful attempts to escape, it landed alone on a horizontal stick in the corner of the house.

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

And Chen Jianqiu, holding a frying pan in his hand, went into battle in person, and played a game of staring at the golden eagle.

In the meantime, as long as this stupid bird is sleepy, Chen Jianqiu will give him a pot gently.

A week later, the golden eagle had completely lost the pride of looking at all beings before, like a frosted eggplant.

When this poor bird was about to have only the breath in and no breath out, Chen Jianqiu finally put him down, and the golden eagle slept for three days and three nights.

By the time it woke up, it was already 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 plans for the next step.

He decided to set off after a period of repair, or else Colorado would be covered with snow as early as October or so, and they would have to stay in the mountains for a winter.

Until then, he was still waiting for the arrival of his guests with great hope.

The pursuers, no matter how slow they were, should be able to find this place.

Chen Jianqiu didn't believe the villagers below at all, he wasn't stupid enough to think that his help to the village was worth their tempting bounty.

If the gang found out about it, Malik would immediately run over and tell him about the other party's whereabouts.

If the gang were unexpectedly tempted by the bounty or burst with a sense of justice, they would either point the other party in a vague direction or find Malik.

Because, only Malik knows the exact location of his hut.

The former Chen Jianqiu was not worried, anyway, these people also knew that there were people in the mountain, while the latter looked very much at the attitude of this person who believed in God.

If he decides to turn against the water, then the show that Chen Jianqiu expects will be.

The first to appear near this mountain villa is Officer Fultz, the embodiment of Colorado's justice, the natural enemy of crime, the nemesis of the bandits, and the founder of the Colorado Mounted Police.

These are the compliments that Denver newspapers gave to the officer after the kidnapping some time ago. Not long ago, he seized the wanted criminal Hanif, and the Denver Times and the Western Herald began to praise this star in the police world at length.

Mr. Fultz said in the interview that he was supposed to do this and hoped that the newspaper would focus more attention elsewhere.

But privately, he cut out the part of the newspaper where his photo was 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 decided that this person was a fugitive who had committed a heinous crime, and he was cunning, cruel, and mad.

When he decided to set off, more than ten days had passed, and after fully analyzing Chen Jianqiu's movement trajectory and the surrounding geographical environment, the first step was to choose here.

"Hey, buddy, do you know this guy?" Fultz pulled out a bounty and asked the farmer who was cutting wood on the side of the road.

The farmer glanced at it and shook his head.

"So, what about this?" Fultz pulled out another one, and this one showed an Indian bird.

The farmer didn't even want to look at it more, and continued to shake his head.

"These guys are all wanted, and their highest bounties are worth more than $1,000." Fultz stepped up his voice.

The farmer was a little stunned.

$1,000, oh my God, what's that concept? You can buy a large piece of land, and you can buy a lot of sheep.

Fultz saw that the farmer was thinking about it, and he continued to make an effort: "Sir, you can think about it again. ”

He pulled a lot of dollars out of his bosom and began to count.

When the farmer saw the dollar, his eyes straightened, and he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, this Indian has come to the village before, and he has ordered us to pour gunpowder." ”

"So, where exactly is he now?" Fultz continued to count his dollars, not looking up.

"Well, I don't know, it should be in the mountains, only Malik knows where they are in the village." The farmer said, staring at the dollar in Fultz's hand.

Under his gaze, Fultz stuffed the money back into his clothes, and the farmer next to him was dumbfounded.

"Well, I'm sorry, I just wanted to pay for it." Fultz said apologetically.

The farmer was anxious: "What about my pay?" ”

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

"I'm sorry, but your message is only worth so much money."

With that, he left the stunned farmer and headed for the village with the other mounted policemen.