I Have 48 Hours a Day - v4 Chapter 132

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?”

“I’m here for business, not to accompany you hunting, and to be honest, I’m not very interested in hunting.”

“Is it because your level is so bad that you can’t catch any valuable prey?”

“No, on the contrary, it’s because my marksmanship is so good, there is no difficulty in shooting anything.” Zhang Heng said lightly.

Hemingway did not speak, but his eyes had already betrayed his thoughts.

Zhang Heng didn’t bother to talk nonsense with him, and directly proved himself with actions, raising the shotgun in his hand.

Hemingway looked at the place where he was aiming, but he didn’t see anything there. Although there was moonlight tonight, it was sparse in the woods. The visibility was not good. Hemingway wanted to see again, but the next moment he shot The sound has sounded.

Then Hemingway saw something swaying in the grass.

When the two walked forward, the American tough guy noticed the elk lying in the grass.

He has been on the battlefield, and more than once, he thinks that there should be nothing in this world that can surprise him. After all, this world is nothing but life and death, but he can’t help but grow his mouth when he sees the scene in front of him. .

Hemingway himself was also a sharpshooter, but because of this he knew more about the difficulty of Zhang Heng’s shot just now.

With this visibility, and so far apart, he was killed in one shot.

“This… how did you do it? Is it possible that you are the same as the housekeeper, who is your character, the lone sharpshooter? Or the bionic created by the guy who wrote the three laws of robots?”

“Unfortunately, I am just a newcomer author who has just accepted an invitation to come to the villa.”

“Really, I have heard so many stories today, but it’s not as eye-opening as the shot you just shot.”

The tough guy squatted down while talking, carefully admiring the muzzle on the elk’s head, while still muttering words in his mouth, saying things like this is incredible. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

“You teach me writing, how about I teach you hunting?” Zhang Heng saw that Hemingway’s interest was successfully aroused, so he put away his shotgun and said straightforwardly.

However, the tough guy shook his head when he heard the words, “I can’t teach you to write.” After a pause, he added, “Don’t get me wrong, I am not discriminating against your fashion-oriented creative methods. After all, I also do my own. Quite popular, but to be honest, I really don’t know why they are popular, I just create freely according to my own wishes.”

“Probably because human beings share a lot of emotions.” Zhang Heng said.

“You are right, like loneliness, whether it is poor or rich, from princes and nobles to poor and tramp, this is unavoidable for anyone in the world,” Hemingway said, “I always feel that I am really Too lonely, this is also the reason why I have been drinking too much. I used to desperately hope to receive letters, no matter who it is, just to confirm that I am not alone in this world, which is why I don’t want you. Become the second me, young man.”

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