Chapter 1416: A Hunt

Chapter 1416: A Hunt

The tough man and Zhang Heng were both very efficient. Fifteen minutes later, the two of them had entered the forest with their shotguns in their hands.

When the tough man squatted down to study the footprints of the animals on the ground, Zhang Heng asked, "Why me? Is it because I chose a popular novel?"

"I don't care about that kind of boring stuff,"the tough man shook his head. "I chose you because you look different from the nerds inside. You should know how to use a gun, but hunting requires a gun."

Zhang Heng found it hard to refute this reason, but after a pause, he said, "The first pilot should also know how to use a gun, so why not look for him?"

"Him? "I don't like him, just like I can tell that he doesn't like me either. To be more precise, he doesn't like all adults. Besides, don't look at how warm his story is, he's actually quite problematic here."The man pointed at his own head.

"Of course, if he hadn't been plagued by depression, he wouldn't have been able to write words that could heal people's hearts. Talent can sometimes be a form of torture, especially for people in our line of work. Most people have some mental problems, and I'm no exception. If I stay with him for too long, I'm afraid that I'll blow my head off with the shotgun in my hand."

The tough man pulled his boots out of the mud and continued, "Besides, you're a newcomer here, so I'm guessing you'll accept my invitation."

"..."

What the tough man meant was that no one who had stayed in this villa for long would accept his invitation to hunt.

However, it made sense. How could a madman come out to hunt at night when the sky was already dark? Not to mention, it had just rained heavily today, so the forest was very muddy.

The two of them walked on a small path, one deep and one shallow, following the trail left by an elk. At this time, Zhang Heng had already confirmed the identity of the tough man.

This was not difficult to guess, especially for someone like him who had excellent observation skills.

Ernest Miller Hemingway!

As an author who lived in the 20th century, Hemingway still left behind many photos. Although he had changed his hairstyle in the villa and shaved his beard, it couldn't be helped, his personality was still too strong.

As a person who experienced the first world war, he had many military marks on him. In addition, he had been a war reporter, a boxer, a bullfighter, and was even rumored to have been recruited by the KGB as a spy, unfortunately, he didn't have any talent in this field, and no valuable information had been leaked.

In his life, he had survived several disasters, including a plane crash. In a sense, his life was even more legendary than the stories he had written. In the end, this alcoholic.., the man who had experienced multiple wives chose to commit suicide at the age of 62.

Many of these experiences, Zhang Heng could find evidence 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 on his finger..

If he couldn't figure it out, then Zhang Heng and Holmes had been living together at 221 Baker Street for so long.

Hemingway held onto a string of twigs and looked at the bite marks on them carefully. His eyes showed a rare hint of excitement. Then, he drank the whiskey he carried with him and said in a low voice, "It's nearby."

However, just as he was about to move forward under the moonlight, he heard Zhang Heng's voice from behind him. "I'm here to accompany you on a hunt. How are you going to repay me?"

"Repay?"Hemingway was stunned. "What do you mean by repay? We hunted together. Didn't you enjoy it too?"

"I'm here for business, not to accompany you on a hunt. And to be honest, I'm not interested in hunting."

"Is it because your skill level is too low and you can't catch any valuable prey?"

"No, it's the opposite. It's because my marksmanship is too good. It's not difficult to shoot anything,"Zhang Heng said lightly.

Hemingway didn't say anything, but his eyes had already betrayed what he was thinking.

Zhang Heng was too lazy to waste time with him. He used his actions to prove himself and raised the shotgun in his hand.

Hemingway looked at the spot he was aiming at, but he couldn't see anything there. Even though there was moonlight tonight, it was sparse in the forest. The visibility wasn't good, so Hemingway wanted to take another look, however, the next moment, the sound of gunshots could be heard.

Then, Hemingway saw something swaying in the grass.

When the two of them walked up, the American tough guy noticed the elk lying in the grass.

Having been on the battlefield more than once, he believed that there was nothing in this world that could surprise him. After all, in this world, other than life and death, everything else was a small matter, however, when he saw the scene before him, he could not help but widen his mouth.

Hemingway himself was also a sharpshooter, but it was precisely because of this that he understood the difficulty of Zhang Heng's shot.

Under such visibility, and from such a distance, he ended up killing Zhang Heng with one shot.

"This... How did you do it? Could it be that you're the same as the housekeeper? who wrote the character, the lone sharpshooter? Or the bionic man created by the guy who wrote the Three Laws of Robotics?"

"Unfortunately, I'm just a newbie writer who accepted the invitation to come to the villa."

"Really? I've heard so many stories today, but if you want to say that it was an eye-opener, it's nothing compared to that shot you just took."

As the tough man spoke, he squatted down and carefully observed the muzzle of the gun on the head of the elk. At the same time, he was mumbling something like, "This is too unbelievable.".

"How about you teach me how to write and I'll teach you how to hunt?"Seeing that he had successfully piqued Hemingway's interest, Zhang Heng put away his shotgun and said straightforwardly.

However, the tough man shook his head when he heard that. "I can't teach you how to write."After a pause, he added, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not discriminating against your fashion-oriented writing style. After all, my own novels are quite popular, but to be honest, I really don't know why they're popular. I'm just writing freely according to my own wishes."

"It's probably because humans have a lot of emotions in common,"Zhang Heng said.

"You're right. For example, loneliness. Whether it's rich or poor, from the princes and nobles to the poor and homeless, this is something that no one in the world can avoid,"Hemingway said, "I often feel that I'm too f * cking lonely. This is also the reason why I've been drinking too much. I once desperately hoped to receive a letter from anyone, just to confirm that I'm not alone in this world. This is also why I don't want you to become the second me, young man."