America 1881: Legend of the West

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

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

Camilla dismounted and took out a small piece of paper from her clothes, with a person's head drawn on it, imitating a formal reward order.

The painting style is very childish, and the name below is also written crookedly. It seems that the author may not have received education, but imitated newspapers or other places, and spelled it out stroke by stroke.

Chen Jianqiu used the moonlight to barely make out what was written:

Zion McCall

Camilla walked forward and knocked on the door.

The door was opened a crack, and one eye looked outside through the crack. After seeing Camilla at the door, the door was opened.

A little Mexican girl stood timidly at the door, followed by two little boys even smaller than her.

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

"The person you drew above is dead." Camilla bent down and gave the little piece of paper to the little girl, "Tomorrow you can hear the news in the streets and alleys."

"Really?" A glimmer of light flashed in the little girl's eyes, but it was fleeting. "But dad and mom 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 dark in the small room. The little girl walked to the corner, dug out a small candle end that had been burned countless times, and carefully lit it.

She turned around and went to dig through something in a box.

Chen Jianqiu looked around the room.

The house was bare, with almost nothing. There were some bottles and cans on the shelves, but they looked empty inside.

This made Chen Jianqiu a little suspicious of what these three children usually eat.

"Their mother was once a servant of the McCall family. A few months ago, she was burned to death by McCall on a tree outside the city because she was suspected of stealing a valuable ring." Camilla said in English He said softly to Chen Jianqiu.

"Lynching?" Chen Jianqiu frowned, "Where is their father?"

"He was beaten to death when he went to ask for justice." Camilla looked at the three children, "They are orphans now."

"Last week, I came to Santa Fe and saw this girl painting this painting on a tree stump. Her eyes were full of hatred and helplessness." Camila's voice was very soft. "I am also an orphan."

Chen Jianqiu said nothing, just looked at the little girl's thin back quietly.

Suddenly, the little girl seemed to find something in the box. She turned around and ran towards Camilla in a panic.

She ran to Camilla, holding something tightly in her hand.

"Sister, I don't have anything valuable here, so I can only give you this." She put the things in Camila's hands and said timidly, "Mom is gone, and this is the only thing left."

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

It's a necklace.

Camilla put the necklace back into the little girl's hand and said to her gently: "This is something your mother left for you. You must keep it well."

Chen Jianqiu took out some change from his pocket, which he got in exchange for selling burritos in 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 someone with ulterior motives targeted her.

Camila couldn't save these people, and neither could he. He never considered himself a savior.

"Let's go," he said to Camilla.

……

Van Cleef sat in his office in a daze.

He is now a mastermind. Not only is he busy helping the lawyer to compile a complete chain of evidence to prove that the bodyguard is the murderer, but he also needs to catch the unknowing spoiler so that he can deal with Scott.

McCall is an extremely arrogant person, he doesn't do many good things, and he has many enemies. It's no wonder that Scott wants to kill him.

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

These guys must have said that they had nothing to do with them on the surface, but privately they were either happy or deeply regretful that they didn't kill this guy with their own hands.

Evidence at the scene? According to the description of people present, McCall fell and the lamp fell one after the other, within a few seconds of each other. The scene was chaotic, and even after asking around, they couldn't figure out who did it.

The most important thing is that the case is now officially settled. The local Mexican gang was dissatisfied with McCall's domineering behavior and sent undercover bodyguards to kill people at the cocktail party.

His investigation could only be conducted in private.

Very annoying, very annoying.

"Boss!" One of his trusted police officers ran in.

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly!"

"There is the latest discovery." The police officer turned around, closed the door of the office, and walked to the table. "Based on where McCall was standing at the time and the direction in which the bullet entered his head, I determined the location of the murderer when he shot. "

As he spoke, he gestured to Van Cleef with a pen on the paper.

"Continue." Van Cleef immediately became interested. He stood up and stared at the piece of paper.

"I actually found the person in this position at that time." The police officer said excitedly, "It was a person wearing an ugly wooden mask."

"Who are you asking?"

"Our chief's eldest son was also present at the time. He only remembered that the person opposite was a beautiful woman, so he was particularly impressed," the police officer said.

"How did you ask?" Van Cleef was very cautious. He didn't want anyone to arouse suspicion.

Of course the police officer understood what he meant: "Don't worry, I asked alone. I didn't mention the murderer. I just wanted to understand the situation at the scene."

He took out another piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Van Cleef: "The mask looks like this. I drew it based on the eldest son's description."

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

He took the painting.

Then I collapsed inside.

This painting is bullshit!

The things painted on it are very abstract. The simple lines and crude techniques are outrageous.

Van Cleef was so angry that he was shaking all over, but he didn't want to show his anger openly, so he had no choice but to pat the police officer on the shoulder and praise him a few times.

He decided to take this picture and try his luck at Mr. Hunter, the largest mask supplier nearby.

Mr. Hunter got the painting and said only one sentence: "Chief Van Cleef, please don't insult my profession. We will never make, acquire and sell such ugly masks."

But then he added: "If it's a wooden mask, I actually gave one here yesterday. That person was a distinguished guest introduced by Mr. Astor, and he was a Chinese."

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

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

Chinese? Chinese?

By the way, didn't the two bounty hunters he caught last time know him? These two guys are still staying in the hotel.

Go and meet them yourself.

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