The two walked side by side in the darkness, and Camila led Chen Jianqiu to the front of an adobe house.

There was no light in the adobe house, it was dark.

Camilla dismounted, pulled out a small piece of paper from her clothes, and drew a portrait of a person's head in the shape of a formal bounty order.

The style of painting is very naïve, and the names below are also written crookedly, so it can be seen that the author may not have been educated, but imitated the newspaper or something, and put it together one stroke at a time.

Chen Jianqiu could barely see what he wrote by the moonlight:

Zion McCall

Camila stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack, and one eye peered through the crack in the door, and after seeing Camilla in the doorway, the door was opened.

A young girl of Mexican descent stood timidly in the doorway, followed by two little boys younger than her.

They silently stared at Camilla and Chen Jianqiu at the door.

"You drew this guy dead." Camila bent down and gave the little piece of paper to the little girl, "You'll hear about it on the streets tomorrow." ”

"Really?" There was a gleam in the little girl's eyes, but it was fleeting, "But Daddy and Mommy will never come back." ”

She spoke Spanish, and Camila translated her words to Chen Jianqiu.

She turned sideways: "Big brother, big sister, come in, it's cold outside." ”

Chen Jianqiu followed Camilla into the hut.

It was pitch black in the hut, and the little girl walked to the corner, pulled out a small candle that had burned an unknown number of times, and carefully lit it.

She turned around and rummaged through a box.

Chen Jianqiu looked around the room.

The room was bare, almost nothing, and there were a few bottles and cans on the shelves, but they looked empty inside.

This made Chen Jianqiu a little suspicious of what the three children usually ate.

"Their mother, a former maid in the McCall family, burned to death in a tree outside the city a few months ago on suspicion of stealing a valuable ring." Camila whispered to Chen Jianqiu in English.

"Lynching?" Chen Jianqiu frowned, "What about their father?" ”

"When I went to ask for justice, I was beaten to death." Camila looked at the three children, "They are now orphans. ”

"Last week, I came to Santa Fe and saw this girl painting this picture on a tree stump, her eyes full of hatred and helplessness." Camilla's voice was soft, "I'm an orphan too. ”

Chen Jianqiu didn't make a sound, just quietly looked at the little girl's thin back.

Suddenly, as if she had found something in the box, the little girl turned around and ran to Camilla in a panic.

She ran up to Camila, clutching something tightly in her hand.

"Sister, I don't have anything of value here, so I can only give you this." She shoved the things in her hand into Camilla's hand and said timidly, "Mommy is gone, this is the only thing left." ”

Through the light of the candle head in the girl's hand, Chen Jianqiu could see clearly what was in her hand.

It is a necklace.

Camilla put the necklace back in the little girl's palm and said to her gently, "This is what your mother left you, you have to keep it well." ”

Chen Jianqiu took out some change tickets from his pocket, which he exchanged when he was selling burritos at a Mexican restaurant.

He stuffed the money into the little girl's pocket and told her not to take it out all at once, otherwise, she would definitely be remembered if she was targeted by someone with ulterior motives.

Camilla couldn't save these people, and neither could he himself, he never thought of himself as a savior.

"Let's go." He said to Camilla.

……

Van Cleef sat in his office in a daze.

He's now a bunch, and he's not only busy helping the lawyer concoct a complete chain of evidence to prove that the bodyguard is the murderer, but also catching the spoiler who doesn't know the height of the sky so that he can deal with Scott.

McCall is an extremely arrogant person, who has not done many good deeds and has many enemies, so it is no wonder that Scott wants to kill him.

Starting from the motive, it is definitely unrealistic to investigate one enemy after another, because it will not be possible to complete the investigation until next year.

These guys must have said that they have nothing to do with them on the surface, and in private they either express great happiness or deeply regret that they didn't finish this guy with their own hands.

Evidence from the scene? According to the descriptions of those present, McCall fell and the lamp fell one after the other, only a few seconds apart, and the scene was chaotic, and I couldn't see who did it after asking around.

The most critical thing is that now the case has been sealed on the surface, that is, the local Mexican gang is dissatisfied with McCall's arrogance, and sent undercover bodyguards to kill people at a drinking party.

His investigation could only be conducted privately.

It's annoying, it's very annoying.

"Head!" One of his henchmen ran in.

"What's the matter, tell me quickly!"

"There are the latest discoveries." The officer turned around and closed the office door and walked to the desk, "Based on where McCall was standing and the direction in which the bullet was fired into his head, I judged where the killer was shooting." ”

He said as he gestured to Van Cleef with a pen on paper.

"Go on." Van Cleef was immediately interested, and he stood up and stared at the paper.

"I really found the person in this position at that time." The officer said excitedly, "It's a man with an ugly wooden mask." ”

"Who are you asking?"

"The eldest son of our director, he was also present at the time, and he only remembered that there was a beautiful woman opposite the person, so he was particularly impressed." The officer said.

"How do you ask?" Van Cleef was very cautious, he didn't want any unrelated people to arouse suspicion.

Of course, the police officer understood what he meant: "Don't worry, I asked alone, and I didn't mention the murderer, but only said that I would understand the situation at the scene." ”

He took out another piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to Van Cleef: "The mask is probably like this, I drew it according to the description of the eldest prince." ”

Van Cleef was overjoyed, as if a drowning man saw a life-saving straw.

He took the painting.

Then the heart collapsed.

What a!

The things painted on it are very abstract, the simplicity of the lines and the simplicity of the techniques are outrageous.

Van Cleef was trembling with anger, but he didn't want to have a seizure in the open, so he had to pat the police officer on the shoulder and praise a few words.

He decided to take the picture and try his luck with the biggest mask supplier in the neighborhood, Mr. Hunt.

Mr. Hunter got the picture and said only one sentence: "Sheriff Van Cleve, please don't insult my profession, we would never make, buy, and sell such ugly masks." ”

But then he added: "If it's a wooden mask, I really gave one here yesterday, and that one is a distinguished guest introduced by Mr. Aster, a Chinese." ”

Hearing the name, Van Cleef's head began to hurt again.

Astor is a young man from New York, and he can't just run over to him and ask, "Where is the Chinese next to you?" ”

Chinese? Chinese?

By the way, didn't the two bounty hunters who were caught by him last time know him? The two are still staying in the hotel.

I'll meet them myself.

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