Holmes is a little weird.

The person in front of him didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and he didn't say a word from the moment he came in.

He didn't come in like Hernandez, the Mexican, and ask him about the treasure map; Nor did he put his head in a burlap bag, as Hanif did.

However, Holmes adheres to the experience of "if you don't talk nonsense, you won't be beaten", and he didn't say a word, just silently looked at the room.

A candle burned on the table in front of him, and the light flickered, and the light in the room was dim.

There were some books on the bookshelf in the back, and Holmes squinted at them, but he couldn't see them clearly, but there should be many categories, both new and old.

This is not often found in small towns in the west.

The man in front of him was standing in front of the bookshelf, with his back to him, and with his hand he was fiddling with the spine of the books on the shelf.

The sound outside the window gradually quieted out, and the Ku Klux Klan who had brought him with him moved away from the area, not knowing where they had gathered.

The man finally turned around.

He wore a gray suit, which was very neat and without a single wrinkle; The neckline is tied with a bow tie that looks a little complicated.

He took off his hat, revealing a head of pale hair, but when he looked up, Holmes realized that the lower half of his face was covered by a triangular mask, which was out of step with his gentlemanly attire.

"Please be seated." The old man stretched out his hand and pointed to the chair in front of the table, and sat down opposite Holmes.

Holmes hesitated, but chose to sit in his chair anyway.

He placed the treasure map and notebook on the table, then withdrew his hands and rested them on his lap.

The old man didn't go to get the picture and notebook, and his next action scared Holmes half to death.

He reached for his mask.

Holmes hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands:

"I didn't see anything!"

This person was wearing a mask when the Ku Klux Klan members came in, and he definitely didn't want others to know his identity, and now let himself see that nine times out of ten he wants to kill himself.

"Mr. Holmes, it's just me and you here, and I trust you to the fullest, so please remove your hands." The old man's voice came from the other side.

Holmes remained unmoved, still keeping his eyes closed.

"It's been a long time since I've worn it, and to be honest, I don't like it very much, but sometimes, people still have to face the world on the other side, right, Mr. Holmes?"

The old man's voice was unhurried.

"Let's get down to business, I know you're a good geologist and archaeologist, and I guess you've studied the secrets of this treasure map, right?"

The sound of fingers tapping on the table was heard, and the old man's voice reached Holmes's ears.

"Join me, those colored friends of yours have no idea what they're looking for, it's not just treasure."

Holmes did not speak, he was surprised by the old man's straightforwardness, and even more surprised by his words.

He seemed to know more than he did.

"You don't have to wait any longer for your colored friends, I've watched them out of town, and if they come back, Thomas and his dozens will take them out."

Holmes could not help but cough a few times when he smelled the pungent smell of burning phosphorus and sulfide, followed by the choking smell of burning tobacco.

"Although Thomas is now a bandit, in his eyes, all people of color are just as damned as niggers."

"Last time, if it wasn't for Pinkerton's gang nearby, I would have done it a long time ago, and they wouldn't even be able to get out of Montrose."

There was a hint of regret in the old man's voice, as if he could have put his plan into action a long time ago.

"Think about it."

"Why don't I choose it for him?"

A male voice came from outside the door, and at the same time as his voice sounded, the sound of breaking down the door and several gunshots.

Holmes reacted immediately, and he skilfully burrowed under the table, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the candles in the room had been extinguished.

I don't know when there was an extra door open on the wall behind the bookshelf.

The person who rushed in was Chen Jianqiu.

When he arrived at the grocery store, it was pitch black, except for the light from the window of a small room in the back.

Chen Jianqiu touched the bottom of the window, and he looked inside from the window.

From the window, all he could see was Holmes covering his eyes, and someone across from him was talking to him.

The man sat in such a particular position that he could only hear his voice and not see his person, and he could not be seen at all from the window, let alone shoot.

But he had already roughly guessed who this person was, and he made a risky decision.

Break in through the main entrance.

The moment Chen Jianqiu kicked the door open, the candles in the room went out, and he pulled the triggers of the two Colts in his hands.

But a sense of danger came suddenly.

It was a feeling of death, and the last time I felt it was at Rackfield Farm, when Fultz shot him in the back.

He jerked his head down.

A bullet grazed his scalp and hit the side of the wooden door.

The opposite side shoots faster than him!

Chen Jianqiu rolled forward, knocking the chairs in the room to pieces.

He turned on the shooter, but the room was dark, and there was not even the slightest light.

He can amplify the faint light in the darkness, but he can't create light out of thin air.

But the other side immediately made a mistake.

His gun rang out again, following the trajectory of Chen Jianqiu knocking over the chair, sweeping all the way, and directly dialing the hammer on the opposite side, turning the revolver into a fully automatic one.

Flames erupted from the muzzle.

Only for a moment, Chen Jianqiu locked the opposite position, and the two Colts in his hands sounded again.

"Whoa!"

"Bang!"

First, a shelf in the room was hit, and then an open door appeared on the wall, and a dark figure escaped from the door.

Chen Jianqiu rushed to the side of the door, leaning his back against the door to observe the outside, he was not in a hurry to chase out.

The opposite side is a very experienced gunner, just a little less lucky.

He counted the gunshots on the opposite side just now, even if it was a six-round revolver, there was at least one bullet left on the opposite side, and he rashly chased it out, maybe he would be arranged to shoot head-on by the opposite side.

The back door was facing the moon, and he looked into the room by the moonlight, and the bookshelf fell to the ground, and the books on the shelf were scattered, and a trail of blood ran from the table to the door.

Chen Jianqiu once again entered a brief shooter state, and after confirming that there was no ambush outside the door, he chased out along the bloodstains.

The bloodstain continued into the yard behind the grocery store before coming to an abrupt end.

It was cluttered with all sorts of miscellaneous items.

The other side was injured, and he did not forget to cover his tracks in some special way during the escape.

"What an old fox." Chen Jianqiu inserted the revolver into the holster.

At this time, if the bird was beside him, he would definitely take him to find a way to chase him to the end.

Take advantage of his illness and ask for his life.

But now he had to go back to that room.

Holmes had put away his notebook and treasure map and was waiting for him outside the door.

"I don't play anymore, and I don't play anymore if I give more money." He couldn't collapse anymore, and said to Chen Jianqiu in a broken heart.

"Oh? No problem, I never force others. Chen Jianqiu glanced at Holmes as he straightened out his saddle.

He pulled a gold bar out of his bag and tossed it to Holmes, who then took the notes and treasure map from Holmes's hand.

"Good luck." Chen Jianqiu got on the horse, turned the horse's head, and went to the other side of the street.

Five seconds later, Holmes' shout was heard behind him:

"Chen! Save me! Old! ”

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and saw that Holmes was running over.

Not far behind him, a bull was rushing towards them with a few white robes.

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One more, two more likely to be a little later.

(End of chapter)