The train was bound for Dodge City in Kansas.

Chen Jianqiu and Camila sat face-to-face in the first-class box

He holds an apple in his left hand and a dagger in his right hand.

The thumb of the right hand rests against the back of the knife, and the apple rotates in the hand, the blade of the knife rotates against the direction of the apple's rotation against the flesh, and the skin is quickly peeled off the flesh.

Soon, the apples were naked, and there was a long strip of peel stacked on the table.

The thickness is uniform, and it is not broken.

Chen Jianqiu's wrist flicked, and the apple split into two.

He handed the top half to Camilla, and the bottom half into his mouth.

"Wyatt, they're on the train next?" Chen Jianqiu asked as he chewed an apple in his mouth, looked at the wilderness outside the window.

"Well, they rushed to Las Vegas yesterday." Camila took the half of the apple and took a bite.

The Las Vegas in Camilla's mouth is not the internationally famous Nevada desert casino, but a western town in New Mexico.

Located 68 kilometers southeast of Santa Fe, this town is the next stop on the Santa Fe railway to the east, and is known as the "land of all five poisons." ”

And their destination this time, Dodge City, is a similar place, but wilder.

The day before departure, White told Chen Jianqiu, who was staying in the hotel, the purpose.

Regarding the overall itinerary and plan, this detective was very cautious and did not reveal anything to Chen Jianqiu.

"Do you want to take a look at the detectives?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly said to Camilla, "It's been a long time since I've been on the same train with these people. ”

The last time he shared a train with Detective Pacton, he had just entered New Mexico.

The leader of the Pinkerton detective team was shot off the train.

"Go ahead, I'll be here watching." Camila said.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, took a small bag from the suitcase, and pushed open the door of the box.

He walked through the first-class carriage to the carriage where White and the others were sitting.

There were not many people in the carriage, and Chen Jianqiu saw Pinkerton's group of detectives at a glance.

The metal logo on their chest is too conspicuous.

Donovan and Tom occupied two rows of seats.

They were chatting happily and bragging, each boasting about their "feats" at striking in Chicago or elsewhere in the East.

White, on the other hand, sat alone in the corner of an empty row.

He just looked out the window and was silent for a word.

This contrasts him with the extremely noisy colleagues behind him, making him seem particularly unsociable.

And when Chen Jianqiu walked up to him, the detective took his eyes back from the window.

"What's the matter?" White asked gruffly.

It seems that he is still angry that he didn't bring a gun just now.

"It's nothing, just take a look at everyone, and ask about the plan of action by the way." Chen Jianqiu sat down in the seat next to White, "After all, from the time you set off to the present, you told me to buy a train ticket, and you didn't say anything else." ”

White didn't say anything and continued to look out the window.

"Mr. Chen!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Chen Jianqiu turned sideways and looked behind him, and found Donovan's head in the aisle.

"Come here, that person doesn't like to deal with people." He beckoned at Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu stood up and walked down the aisle to the detectives' seats.

He saw a pair of eyes staring at him intently.

These detectives, everyone wants to dig something out of this person and go back so that they can confess.

"Mr. Chen, have you ever been to Colorado?" Donovan thought for a moment and asked.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head, looking dazed.

"Mr. Chen, I heard that you have an oil refinery in Roswell, can you talk to you about how you made your first pot of gold?" Tom then asked.

He wanted to see how Chen Jianqiu explained his origins, and it was easy to have verbal loopholes when talking about this kind of thing.

Chen Jianqiu's gaze met with several detectives, and he looked suddenly realized.

He picked up the small cloth bag beside him, pulled out a stack of dollar bills from it, and stuffed it into each agent's hand one by one.

"It's limited to come out, so don't be too little." Chen Jianqiu said as he stuffed it, like a philistine businessman.

"Ah, Mr. Chen, that's not what we meant." Donovan and Tom looked at each other, a little embarrassed.

"Please take care of me along the way." Chen Jianqiu finished dividing the money and sat down in an empty seat between them.

"I'm stained with Master Astor's light." He began to gush on and on about the story.

When it comes to inventing stories, Chen Jianqiu has a unique flair for being fascinating and logical.

In his story, he is a merchant from Jiangsu and Zhejiang on the other side of the ocean, who crossed the ocean to come here, and first planned to develop in Mexico.

However, the political situation in Mexico was volatile and unstable, and he had to go through Mexico, enter the United States, and then receive the appreciation of Master Astor, who came to the west to "experience life".

Speaking of Xingtou, Chen Jianqiu took out a Mexican handkerchief that he got in Juarez, and the pattern on it was very Spanish.

Just when Chen Jianqiu was talking, those Pinkerton detectives had silently put the money in their pockets.

Each of them received sixty dollars.

It's not a lot of money for them, but it's not too little, it's just an extra income in addition to their salary.

Money and wine are lubricants.

These detectives have deeply involved themselves in Chen Jianqiu's story.

"By the way, can you tell me the next plan, don't be too detailed, just tell me what to do." After Chen Jianqiu's story was told, he began his own questions.

"I'm one of the arrest team now, so why don't you let me prepare." He blinked.

Donovan snorted coldly:

"I said we don't know, do you believe it?"

"Ah, this" Chen Jianqiu was stunned.

Tom pointed in the direction of White in front of him, lowered his voice and said, "This person doesn't believe anyone, and he was a loner in the detective agency before. ”

"He doesn't tell us anything, he puts on a stinky face every day." His voice was utterly dissatisfied.

"Then why did your boss let him lead the team?" Chen Jianqiu's words made the atmosphere a little awkward for a while.

"Well, one thing to say, he still has the ability, the son of the boss, William Pinkerton, was trained as the successor of the three heroes of the West." Tom answered the question head-on.

"! What is he capable of? Just relied on good luck to solve a few cases! It's like something to drag every day. Donovan's words came out of his nostrils.

"He is not married, he has no children, and there is only a lame veteran father at home who depends on him."

"Huh? Don't you Americans have no obligation to support your parents? Chen Jianqiu asked a little puzzled.

In the United States in the 19th century, institutional pension gradually replaced the traditional family pension model.

"Who knows." Donovan shook his head.

"Okay, it's a pleasure to chat with you, I'm in the first-class box in front, you can come to me if you have anything." Chen Jianqiu stood up, picked up the bag, and walked in the direction of his carriage.

He walked past White, patted him on the shoulder, and handed the bag to him.

White glanced at the bag with disdain, then twisted his head again.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, put away the bag, and returned to his carriage.