v4 Chapter 132： 1 hunt (1/2)

The tough guy and Zhang Heng were very efficient at doing things. After a quarter of an hour, the two of them had walked into the woods with their shotguns.

When the tough guy squatted down and studied the footprints of the animals on the ground, Zhang Heng also asked, ”Why me? Is it because I chose fashion.”

”I don't care about that kind of boring things,” the tough guy shook his head. ”The reason why I chose you is because you look different from the nerds inside. You should be able to use a gun, but you need a gun to hunt.”

It is difficult for Zhang Heng to refute this reason, but he paused and said, ”The first pilot to go up should also use a gun, why not find him?

”He? I don’t like him, just as I can tell that he doesn’t like me either. To be precise, he doesn’t like me very much, and don’t look at the warmth of his story. He is actually The problem here is quite serious,” the tough guy pointed to his head.

”Of course, if it weren’t for being troubled by depression, he wouldn’t be able to write the kind of words that can heal people’s hearts. Talent is sometimes a torture. Especially for those in our profession, most of the spiritual aspects are more or less Little will have problems, and I am no exception. After staying with him for a long time, I am afraid that I will blast my head directly with the shotgun in my hand.”

The tough guy pulled his boots out of the mud and continued, ”Moreover, you are a newcomer here, I guess you will accept my invitation.”

”...”

The implication of the tough man is that anyone who stays in this villa for a long time will not agree to his hunting invitation.

But it’s normal to think about it. How can lunatics go out hunting after dark at night, let alone a heavy rain today, and the forest is very muddy.

The two walked deep and shallow on a trail, tracking the footprints of an elk, and Zhang Heng was able to determine the identity of the tough guy at this time. .

This is not hard to guess, especially for him who has excellent observation skills.

——Ernest Miller Hemingway!

As an author living in the twentieth century, Hemingway still left a lot of photos. Although he changed his hairstyle in the villa, and he rarely shaved his beard, there is no way, his personal qualities are still too strong. Up.

As a witness of World War I, he has many marks left by the military. In addition, he has been a war correspondent, a boxer, a bullfighter, and even rumored to have been recruited by the KGB and become a spy. Unfortunately, He really has no talent in this line, and no valuable information has been released.

He survived several catastrophes in his life, including a plane crash. In a sense, his life is even more legendary than the story he wrote. In the end, he was addicted to alcohol and experienced several wives. The man chose to commit suicide at the age of 62.

For many of these experiences, Zhang Heng can find corresponding proofs on his body, such as the scars left by the plane crash, and the impact of military and spy training on him, including the wedding ring in his hand...

If this were not possible, Zhang Heng would have lived together with Holmes at 221 Baker Street for so long.

Hemingway held a bunch of small branches and carefully looked at the bite marks on them, with a rare hint of excitement in his eyes. Then he drank the whiskey he carried with him, lowered his voice and said, ”It's nearby.”

But just when he was going to continue to touch forward by the moonlight, he heard Zhang Heng's voice behind him, ”I will hunt with you, how do you plan to return me.”

”Return?” Hemingway was stunned. ”What reward, hunting was done by the two of us together. Can't you also enjoy the fun?”