America 1881: Legend of the West

Originally, according to Chen Jianqiu's intention, everyone could take a short rest and wait until the next day before setting off.

But everyone said that time waits for no one, and wasting time is equivalent to wasting life.

Morale can only be followed but cannot be taken away.

So, except for a few people who couldn't eat lunch because of nausea, everyone else filled their stomachs and followed Chen Jianqiu towards the valley from the waterway.

Chen Jianqiu was the first to enter the water. He dragged a rope to lead the way. People behind could swim all the way along the rope.

They wrapped things that were prone to water in canvas, tied them with ropes to a few people who were better at water, and brought them into the cave.

Everything is going smooth.

It was almost evening when a group of people appeared wet at the entrance of the valley.

Now they are all fishy, ​​sour, and smelly.

Chen Jianqiu rolled the glands on each of them fairly.

"Boss, we really don't need to draw our guns." Sean looked at the monsters glaring at him, feeling a little panicked.

When these monsters saw a group of "similar people" exuding the scent of the Venerable coming in, they tilted their heads and were a little confused.

Chen Jianqiu turned around, glanced at the cautious black man, walked up to him, took out the disgusting glands, and wiped it on his face again.

Then he stuffed the thing into the black man's pocket.

Sean had an overwhelming feeling in his stomach.

"Doesn't this make you feel more at ease?" Chen Jianqiu said to him with a smile.

Sure enough, the monsters' attitude towards Sean was much better, and several "licking dogs" followed Sean.

"Don't lose the things in your pockets, this is our 'ticket' for entry and exit." Chen Jianqiu turned his head and walked back to the front of the team, "Take care of your 'licking dogs', they might be useful. "

Chen Jianqiu led everyone to start searching in the valley.

However, just like Chen Jianqiu's previous results, there was no gain.

They rummaged through every stone in the valley, carefully checking whether there were any clues on the stones and vegetation.

But no such thing exists.

"Will it be buried underground?" Hanif and Downey asked Holmes, each carrying a shovel on their shoulders.

"Even if it's buried underground, you have to know where to start digging!" Holmes glared at them.

In the end, the focus came to the cliff edge that Chen Jianqiu had never set foot on before.

Only there has not been searched.

Everyone came to the edge of the cliff.

"No, it's really down there." Sean looked down the cliff.

Below is a dark deep valley. Due to the light, it is on the shady side and the sun cannot reach it. Looking down from above, it is bottomless.

Chen Jianqiu picked up a stone from the ground and threw it down.

There was no sound of an object touching the ground. This deep valley was like a monster, always ready to devour anything that fell into it.

"Probably not. If there are really a lot of treasures hidden, how will they transport them?" Holmes shook his head.

The purpose of drawing a treasure map is to retrieve it again one day for yourself or your descendants. Otherwise, why bother drawing a map so seriously?

This is the difference between treasure hunting and tomb robbing.

If it is hidden in the deep valley in front of you, there should be a way down. It is impossible to just throw so much gold directly from the top of the cliff.

So everyone started looking for clues on the edge of the cliff again.

But I don’t know whether it’s because it’s been so long ago that the traces have been worn away by wind and sun; or whether the vegetation has grown wantonly and covered up all the clues underneath.

All in all, nothing was found.

There are almost no human traces in this valley.

The sun has quietly hung on the top of the mountain and is about to set.

Holmes took his notebook and human skin map and sat down on a rock on the edge of the cliff.

A terrible idea appeared in his mind.

Impossible, impossible, I have studied this human skin map for a long time, whether it is the text description or the patterns in it.

Everything fits.

Except this valley is almost empty.

Among these people, apart from Chen Jianqiu, he is the one who cares most about this treasure, not only for the gold, but also for uncovering the history and past events.

He is a geologist and an archaeologist.

However, he now had to face a cruel possibility.

He looked at Chen Jianqiu blankly, his eyes full of despair:

"Chen, is there a possibility that the treasure mentioned in this treasure map is fake?"

These words were like a stone, dragging everyone's hearts deeply into the bottom of the lake.

Sean looked confused. The three Chinese boys didn't know much and didn't dare to say anything. Danny and his wife stared at the deep valley in a daze.

The experienced Hanif took a deep breath and came up with a more terrifying idea:

"Could this be a trap?"

"Why did the Apache Indians choose to leave midway? Are they not at all interested in these possible treasures?"

"Why have the Nahuas never been willing to come here? If there really is a treasure, why did those who drew this map not choose to protect it or take it, but instead used terrible fables to warn their own people? Stay away from here?”

Hanif's reasoning was very logical and reasonable. Everyone began to look around with vigilance. The originally empty valley suddenly became dangerous.

Chen Jianqiu's face was as calm as ever.

Hanif's statement is still a possibility.

The person who drew this human skin map did come here, and then drew a treasure map, and used it as bait to attract enemies to come here, and then buried them here.

Not to mention anything else, those blood-sucking monsters alone are enough for them to drink a pot.

Not a bad idea.

However, he had already thought of this situation.

Countless nights, in the dead of night, Chen Jianqiu would go through the possible outcomes in his mind based on changes in intelligence.

This is just one of the twenty-three final possibilities he estimated.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Holmes. At this time, the geologist was like an eggplant beaten by frost, with his head downcast.

"Holmes, is all the information you deduced before accurate?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

Holmes raised his head: "The source of wealth is right, the customs are right, the Aztec history is right, and even the migration route is right."

He shook his head: "But the fact is, there is nothing here!"

Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder: "You have to trust your own judgment."

He whistled.

Before hitting the water, he put the corn out.