America 1881: Legend of the West

According to the information Asuka obtained from Turtle Dove and Armadillo, Chen Jianqiu and his party came to the cliff where Geronimo was said to have slipped and fell.

They walked to the edge of the cliff and began to explore the scene for traces.

It has been about two weeks since the incident occurred, but due to the dry climate here, some clues can still be found.

"The rocks at the mouth of the cliff were broken. Geronimo should have gone down with a safety rope." Feiniao returned to Chen Jianqiu's side.

He opened his palms and found some gravel in his palms.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down.

This is a cliff with no bottom at the bottom. The cliff is rugged and the structure is a bit like the gold cave they used to hide in Carlsbad.

There are many plants growing on the wall in some places.

Chen Jianqiu couldn't tell the name, but he estimated that there should be good medicinal herbs or materials, otherwise Geronimo would not risk going off the cliff.

Looking from top to bottom, there really is nothing special about it.

Chen Jianqiu stood up and looked down again, patting the dust on his hands.

"Let's go down there and have a look."

Several people went around in a long circle before they found a road leading to the valley below the cliff.

The river valley has long since dried up, leaving only the exposed river bed covered with jagged rocks.

The sun was setting and the light was so dark that I could barely see the road.

Chen Jianqiu asked others to light the lanterns and walked along the river. After walking for a long time, they reached the bottom of the cliff.

Everyone got off their horses.

Feiniao squatted down with the lantern and began to check the traces on the ground, while the others carried the lantern and went to search nearby.

There was indeed blood stains under the cliff, and there were drag marks.

However, two weeks later, the blood stains had long since dried and were covered with sand.

The flying bird gently pushed aside the sand and began to observe through the lantern.

"It's not a human being who fell down, but a smaller animal."

After a while, Asuka stood up and shook his head.

"Can you see this?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Feiniao.

He said this, but in his heart he already agreed with his little brother's conclusion.

In terms of tracking and on-site judgment, Asuka can be said to be the most professional. Even White, the most experienced pock-marked detective in the Border Detective Agency, cannot compare with him.

Chen Jianqiu raised his head again.

The edge of the cliff was silhouetted against the dim sky.

Suddenly, he found a bulge in the middle of the outline.

Chen Jianqiu turned on the shooter mode and looked over there.

That's a tree.

Under the tree is a platform where you can stay.

Because of the angle and the surrounding vegetation, this platform and this tree cannot be seen from above.

You can only see it if you look carefully from the bottom of the valley upwards.

Those who searched around also returned, but none of them found any valuable information, let alone Geronimo's body.

"Our turtledove's observation skills are not very good." Chen Jianqiu put his hands on his hips and looked at the tree and said, "Or maybe he lied."

He turned back to Black Carrot.

"We should go back and talk to him."

The group got on their horses and began their return journey.

It was completely dark.

At night in the valley, the road conditions are complicated and not easy to walk.

There is no way for the moonlight to reach the bottom of the valley, and the light from the lantern alone makes visibility very low.

If you are not careful and your horse stumbles, it will be very troublesome.

So, they go very slowly.

After about three or four hours, a little light appeared in front of us.

"Boss, something seems not right. Logically speaking, the town shouldn't be so bright at night."

Feiniao chewed the dried meat in his mouth and handed the water bag in his hand to Chen Jianqiu, who was riding side by side with him.

Chen Jianqiu took the water bag and took a sip.

Something is definitely not quite right.

Logically speaking, at this point, the Indians in the town should all stay in their houses. Even if they light a bonfire, it shouldn't be so bright.

"Let's go and see what's going on."

The group speeded up and entered the town.

Chen Jianqiu soon understood why the town was so bright.

A group of Indians holding torches gathered around a mud house.

The leader's beard and hair were all white. The light from the torch shone on his face, with a serious expression. The wrinkles on his sallow face were like ravines.

This man Chen Jianqiu had met before was the Indian tribe leader named Lao Malai in the morning.

Standing in front of the mud house and facing his eyes was Luo Cen.

Behind her were people from her tribe.

The number was not large, as many had gone to Ciudad Juárez to work, but the rest had weapons in their hands.

"Let that boy Turtledove come out and speak!" Old Malai said in a hoarse voice.

"He is not in town. He went out in the morning and has not come back yet." Luo Cen replied coldly.

"Sure enough." Old Malai snorted coldly, "I knew that kid was up to something, so I kept sending people to keep an eye on him."

"How about Turtle Dove? That's our tribe's own business. What does it have to do with you?" Luo Cen crossed his hands on his chest and seemed reluctant to communicate with Old Marais.

"Absurd!" Old Malai's wooden crutch hit the ground heavily. "When the three tribes merged together and came to this town, they were no longer distinguishable from each other. Whoever said anything about the chief is just you. Tribe thing?”

He turned around, raised the crutch in his hand, and said loudly to the tribesmen behind him: "Turtledove took advantage of the opportunity to go out with the chief and pushed the chief off the cliff. Now he is absconding in fear of crime. From today on, I If any member of the clan sees it, everyone will find it and kill him!"

"You don't care, we will take care of it!" Old Malai turned to look at Luo Cen and said in a deep voice.

Luo Cen's lips trembled, and just when he was about to get angry, a voice came over.

"Hey, what's so exciting?"

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound and found Chen Jianqiu and Feiniao walking out of the shadows.

"Let me think about it, your name is Lao Ma Lai, right?" Chen Jianqiu walked up to the old Indian man and looked him up and down, "Didn't you send someone to keep an eye on Turtle Dove? Where are the people?"

Old Malay glanced at another middle-aged Indian man beside him.

The man looked a little embarrassed and stammered in reply: "That kid ran away."

"Oh, that's it, you didn't catch anyone, why did you come here to find Luo Cen and the others?" Chen Jianqiu looked at the middle-aged man, but he said to old Malai, "Besides, you are being treated like this Look, you run too."

Old Malai's face darkened again.

"I respect you very much, Mr. Chen, but you told me during the day that you planned to take a rest, but why did you break your promise and act alone?"

"In addition, this is our Apache people's own business. As I said this morning, I hope Mr. Chen will not intervene."