Chapter 1417 A Hunting

The tough man and Zhang Heng were very efficient in their work. A quarter of an hour later, the two of them had walked into the woods holding shotguns.

When the tough man squatted down and studied the animal tracks on the ground, Zhang Heng also asked, "Why me? Is it because I chose popular novels."

"I don't care about boring things like that at all," the tough man 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, and hunting requires a gun."

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

"Him? I don't like him, just like I can see that he doesn't like me either. To be precise, he doesn't like all adults. And even though his stories are very warm, he himself actually The problem here is quite serious," the tough man pointed at his head.

"Of course, if he hadn't been troubled by depression, he wouldn't have been able to write the kind of words that can heal people's hearts. Talent is sometimes a kind of torture, especially for people in our field, most of the mental aspects are more or less Everyone has some problems, and I am no exception. If I stay with him for a long time, I am afraid that I will blow my own head open with the shotgun in my hand."

The tough man pulled his boots out of the mud and continued, "Besides, you are a newcomer here, so I guess you will accept my invitation."

"…………"

What the tough man meant was that no one who stayed in this mountain village for a long time would agree to his hunting invitation.

But it's normal to think about it. How could a lunatic go out hunting in the middle of the night after it's dark? Not to mention that it had just rained heavily today and the forest was very muddy.

The two of them walked on a trail with one foot deep and one foot shallow, following the tracks left by an elk, and Zhang Heng was able to determine the identity of the tough man at this time. .

This is not difficult to guess, especially for him with his excellent observation skills.

——Ernest Miller Hemingway!

As an author who lived in the 20th century, Hemingway still left many photos. Although he changed his hairstyle in the villa and even shaved his beard, there was no way he could do it. His personal characteristics were still too strong. .

As a witness of World War I, he has many marks left by the military. In addition, he has also been a war correspondent, a boxer, a bullfighter, and is even rumored to have been recruited by the KGB and became a spy. Unfortunately, He really has no talent in this field, and has never conveyed any valuable information.

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

Many of these experiences, Zhang Heng can find corresponding proof on his body, such as the scars left on him by the plane crash, as well as the impact of military and espionage training on him, including the wedding ring on his hand...

If he couldn't guess this, Zhang Heng would have lived with Holmes at 221 Baker Street for so long.

Hemingway held a bunch of twigs and looked carefully at the gnawed marks on them. There was a rare hint of excitement in his eyes. Then he drank the whiskey he brought with him and lowered his voice and said, "It's nearby."

But just when he was about to continue touching under the moonlight, he heard Zhang Heng's voice coming from behind him, "I'm here to accompany you hunting, how are you going to repay me?"

"Repay?" Hemingway was stunned, "What reward? We hunted together, couldn't you also enjoy the fun?"

"I came here for business, not to accompany you on hunting, and to be honest, I'm not very interested in hunting."

"Is it because your skills are too poor and you can't catch any valuable prey?"

"No, on the contrary, it's because my marksmanship is so good that it's not difficult to hit anything." Zhang Heng said calmly.

Hemingway said nothing, but his eyes betrayed his inner thoughts.

Zhang Heng was too lazy 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 saw nothing there. Although there was moonlight tonight, it was sparse in the forest, and the visibility was not good. Hemingway wanted to look again, but the next moment the gun The sound has already sounded.

Then Hemingway saw something shaking in the grass.

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

He had been on the battlefield, and more than once he thought that nothing in this world could surprise him. After all, except for life and death, everything in this world was trivial. But when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but open his mouth. .

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

In this kind of visibility and at such a distance, the result was a single shot.

"This...how did you do it? Could it be that you are like the housekeeper, a character written by someone, a lone sharpshooter? Or are you a bionic man created by the guy who wrote the Three Laws of Robotics?"

"Unfortunately, I am just a new author who has just accepted the invitation to come to the Villa."

"Really? I've heard so many stories today, but none of them are as eye-opening as the shot you just took."

As the tough man spoke, he squatted down and carefully admired the muzzle on the elk's head. At the same time, he was still mumbling words such as "This is incredible."

"How about you teach me writing and I teach you hunting?" Zhang Heng saw that the success aroused Hemingway's interest, so he put away his shotgun and said straightforwardly.

However, the tough guy shook his head when he heard this, "I can't teach you how to write." After a pause, he added, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not discriminating against your popular-oriented creative method. After all, my own novel They are 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 many emotions in common." Zhang Heng said.

"You are right, just like loneliness, no matter whether you are poor or rich, whether you are a prince or aristocrat, or you are a pauper or a vagabond, this is something that no one in the world can avoid," Hemingway said. "I often feel that I am really It’s so fucking lonely, that’s why I’ve been drinking. I used to desperately hope to receive letters, no matter who they were from, just to confirm that I’m not alone in this world. That’s why I don’t want you to The reason to be the second me, young man.”