Seeing Chen Jianqiu rushing into the cave, the others had no choice but to follow.

Although Hanif greeted them in advance, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.

The cave was a mess, with the bodies of Pinkerton detectives lying on the ground.

They all had different postures, but without exception, they were all skin attached to their bones and were sucked into dried corpses.

"What are we going to do next time?" Hanif was a little apprehensive, the gland in his pocket was not permanently preserved, not to mention smelly and spoiled, and it was estimated that it would dry in a few days in this place in New Mexico.

"Don't worry about this, I have a way." Chen Jianqiu didn't reply.

He walked to the edge of the underground river and found that the rope he had had been on was still there.

He told Holmes to tie the gold bag to the rope and drag it over when everyone had passed.

When Chen Jianqiu walked through the culvert and returned to the shore of the lake, it was pitch black, there was no bonfire, only the faint moonlight shining in the camp.

There was no sound around but the sound of the waterfall lapping on the water.

He turned on the shooter mode.

There were two bodies of Detective Pinkerton on the edge of the lake, half of their bodies submerged in the water, apparently escaping from the cave killing, but they were caught by the monsters and killed on the shore of the lake.

Chen Jianqiu began to worry a little about Adam's safety.

Near the camp, there was the body of a detective, but it didn't seem to have been touched by the monsters.

Chen Jianqiu walked over, and the corpse turned over.

There was a bloody hole in the corpse's head, which was supposed to have been pierced through the head by a bullet, and it looked like it was already dead.

These monsters don't even touch the corpses, they don't know where they have gone.

He knew the body.

Although he didn't meet Lynch up close, he recognized the man every time they met.

He was impressed by his hooked nose.

"Adam! Adam? Chen Jianqiu shouted Adam's name as he walked towards the camp.

The people who came ashore one after another also found the campfire and torches in the camp and lit them, and they were also looking for Adam.

Finally, Chen Jianqiu saw him on the edge of the camp.

Adam lay peacefully beside his old horse, his eyes closed forever, and his old horse, with his old friend, had completed the last journey.

Chen Jianqiu silently picked up the bottle of two pots in Adam's hand and spilled it on the ground next to him.

That night, Chen Jianqiu dug up the soil overnight and buried Adam and his old horse in it.

Buried with them were the bottles of Erguotou in the old horse's pocket.

The man didn't leave anything written for Chen Jianqiu.

He doesn't seem to have anything to do with the world anymore.

Still, a few months later, Chen Jianqiu brought the news of Adam's death to Elizabeth, the widow of Montrose.

He gave Elizabeth some money, saying it was left to him by Adam.

Chen Jianqiu thought that the widow was already dead, but she still burst into tears, and she told Chen Jianqiu that the child who was running after the calf outside the door was actually Adam's son.

"If there's anything going on, tell Browning, it's the owner of the gun shop in that town, and he'll tell me." Chen Jianqiu dropped a word, put on his cowboy hat, and rode away from the farm.

The treasure hunt team started very low-key and returned very low-key.

When they returned to Roswell, they didn't make much of a splash, and things in the fort were arranged in good order by Camilla, and basically everyone was busy with their own things at their posts.

So there weren't too many people in the fort, and besides, no one told them that the treasure hunt would be back today.

"Most of the people are busy at the well." Camila walked out of the house in a red dress.

"Let's go, let's see." Chen Jianqiu had no intention of resting at all.

Time is getting shorter, and there are so many things he has to do.

They headed for the place where they had found the crude oil.

Not far from his destination, Chen Jianqiu saw something like a tower made of wood and steel.

"That's an oil well." Holmes said to Chen Jianqiu.

Not far from the oil well, it seems to have turned into a construction site, and Niu San is building a house with those Chinese according to Chen Jianqiu's previous arrangement.

There is an aquifer here, which is better than the old town of Roswell, and further east there is the Pecos River, which makes irrigation and planting possible.

Although under the current technical conditions and natural environmental conditions, the efficiency of agriculture is far less than that of animal husbandry, but the farming genes buried deep in the bones of Chinese are difficult to change.

Moreover, Chen Jianqiu has other plans.

Thinking about it, Chen Jianqiu had already approached the construction site with everyone.

Niu San was leading a few people to ram the foundation of the latest house, and when he saw Chen Jianqiu coming, he was overjoyed, and he didn't have time to wipe his sweat, so he ran towards Chen Jianqiu one after another.

"Young master, our speed is okay, right?" Niu San said.

"Well, I'll go back and ask Zhang Danian to recruit a few bricklayers and carpentry masters, and then I will do some mechanical stuff." Chen Jianqiu said.

He bent down again and said something in Niu San's ear, and then motioned for them to go back to work.

Then, they continued in the direction of the drilling.

Still some distance away, Chen Jianqiu heard the familiar roar of a steam engine.

He saw that next to the well, there were several wooden huts, and judging from the shape of the houses, it was estimated that they were the handiwork of Niu San.

And not far from the house, there are some iron buckets.

Smith, an oil expert, and Jackson, an engineer, are standing by the iron barrel and chatting.

When they saw Chen Jianqiu's return, they were also very happy and waved to Chen Jianqiu.

On the days of Chen Jianqiu's departure, Smith and Jackson took the workers who stayed behind to shoot the first barrel of oil.

Smith had always felt that the quality of the barrel of crude oil was okay, and waited for Holmes to come back and appreciate it.

He opened the lid of the iron bucket beside him, and it was full of black, viscous crude oil:

"You see, the best quality I've ever seen in the surface oil springs."

But Holmes always looked interested, and Smith had to change the subject:

"Holmes, have you found a new oil outlet to the south this time?" Smith asked.

"Huh? Oh no, I just saw some karst caves. Holmes said, though he quickly felt like he wasn't saying something he shouldn't have said.

However, Smith is a very "pure" geologist, and he is now only interested in those black liquids:

"Huh? I've heard of it, but it doesn't seem to have much to do with oil, and I suspect it might be a little bit further in the direction of Texas. ”

Smith turned to Chen Jianqiu and said, "Chen, the first batch of samples has been prepared, and it stands to reason that they should be sent out for the upper authorities to see two days ago, but you still have to come to see what everyone wants." ”

"Well, it's time to ask them what they mean, to let them know that their money is not being spent in vain." Chen Jianqiu smiled.

He was indeed going on a trip to Santa Fe.

However, the purpose of his trip is not just those black crude oil.

He had to find someone.

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