America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 141 Luck Reasoning

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

There was no light in the adobe house, it was pitch black.

Camilla got off the horse and took out a small piece of paper from her clothes, on which was a portrait of a person imitating the official reward order.

The painting style is very naive, and the name below is also written crookedly. It can be seen that the author may not have received education, but imitated newspapers or other places, and put them together stroke by stroke.

Chen Jianqiu barely read what was written by the moonlight:
Zion McCall
Camilla stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The door 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 younger than her.

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

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

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

She spoke Spanish, and Camilla 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 cabin.

The hut was pitch black, the little girl walked to the corner, picked out a small piece of candle stub that had been burned many times, and carefully lit it.

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

Chen Jianqiu looked around the room.

The room was bare and almost empty, with a few bottles and jars on the shelves, but inside they looked empty.

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

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

"Lynching?" Chen Jianqiu frowned, "Where's their father?"

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

"Last week, when I came to Santa Fe, I saw this girl drawing this picture on a tree stump, her eyes were full of hatred and helplessness." Camilla said softly, "I am also an orphan."

Chen Jianqiu didn't say a word, just quietly looked at the thin back of the little girl.

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

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

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

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

is a necklace.

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

Chen Jianqiu took out some small bills from his pocket, which he exchanged when selling burritos in Mexican restaurants.

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

Camilla couldn't save these people, and neither could he. He never regarded himself as the savior.

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

……

Van Cleef sat in his office in a daze.

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

McCall was extremely arrogant, he did not do many good things, and had many enemies. It is no wonder that Scott wanted to kill him.

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

These guys must have said on the surface that they had nothing to do with him, but in private they either expressed their satisfaction, or they regretted not killing this guy with their own hands.

Evidence at the scene?According to the description of the people present, the fall of McCall and the fall of the lamp happened in tandem, with only a few seconds between each other.

The most important thing is that the case has now been concluded on the surface, that is, the local Mexican gang was dissatisfied with McCall's domineering, and sent undercover bodyguards to kill people at the reception.

His investigations can only be conducted in private.

Very annoying, very annoying.

"Head!" One of his confidant police officers ran in.

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

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

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

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

"I really 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 director's eldest son, he was also there at the time. He only remembered that there was a beautiful woman opposite that person, so he was very impressed." The policeman said.

"How did 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. 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 pocket and handed it to Van Cleef: "The mask is probably like this, I drew it according to the eldest son's description."

Van Cleef was overjoyed, like a drowning man seeing a straw.

He took the painting.

Then the heart broke.

This drawing is a fart!
The things painted on it are very abstract, the simplicity of the lines and the crudeness of the techniques make it outrageous.

Van Cleef was trembling with anger, but he didn't want to show it publicly, so he patted the policeman on the shoulder and praised a few words.

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

Mr. Hunter got the painting and said only one sentence: "Sergeant 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 really gave one here yesterday. That person is a distinguished guest introduced by Mr. Astor, and he is a Chinese."

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

Astor is a wealthy young man from New York, so he couldn't just run over to him and ask him, "Where did that Chinese man next to you go?"

Chinese people?Chinese people?
By the way, didn't he know the two bounty hunters he caught last time?They are still living in the hotel.

Meet them yourself.

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