I Have 48 Hours a Day

Two days later, Zhang Heng and Wendy finally reached their destination.

Looking at the small town in the distance, Zhang Hengdao, "Is your father telling you that he came here to do business?"

"Yes, that's what he said before leaving." Wendy nodded, then hesitated again. "Do you think he'll lie to us on this matter?"

"It's unlikely. Didn't you send a telegram to the sheriff here before, he said your father has left."

"Ok."

"At least he has something to do with it, just go and see."

After Zhang Heng spoke and Wendy rode across a field, it was just that the crops in the field were not growing well, not only because of the weather or other reasons, but they all looked like babies, and the strangest thing was that The cultivated people are here.

Zhang Heng let Wendy wait, while he turned over and dismounted, went into a room, knocked on the door, and no one answered.

So Zhang Heng pulled out the revolver around his waist, pushed the door open, and at the same time quickly flashed to the side.

After waiting a few seconds, there was still nothing moving inside.

Zhang Heng looked up, glanced quickly, then put away the revolver.

"How?" Wendy asked later.

"Safe, no one." Zhang Hengdao, unlike the unmanned town he experienced before the copy started, there is no sign of evacuation here. Zhang Heng even saw the book turned to half and was buckled on the table. .

There are also wooden toys on the ground for children.

Wendy also got down immediately at this time and walked in. "Where has everyone gone."

"I don't know." Zhang Hengdao, he simply walked around the room, did not see blood or other suspicious things, and said, "Go out."

The two then left the farmhouse and covered the door again.

Wendy glanced at the nearby field again and murmured, "Why is it so bad, because no one cares? How many harvests can be made in one year."

"I'm afraid not." Zhang Hengdao, "Did you notice that not only the farmland, other plants along the way are not growing well."

"Why is this?"

Zhang Hengwenyan set his eyes on the water well next to him. He scooped up a bowl of water from the well and looked at it. Compared with ordinary well water, his eyes were cloudy and tasted astringent and salty.

Zhang Heng took a sip and dumped the rest on the ground. "The water source here is polluted. This is why the plants are not growing well."

"Is it artificial or is it natural?"

"It's not clear for the time being, but people in the town should know." Zhang Heng rode on the turnip again. "Let's go. There are cooking smoke in the town. It should be someone."

About a quarter of an hour later Wendy and Zhang Heng entered the town. This small town named Bliss looks no different from other western towns.

Although a little deserted, anyway, unlike the farmhouse outside, no one can see it.

Zhang Heng first opened two rooms in the hotel, and put inconvenient things such as luggage on it. This time, Zhang Heng didn't ask Wendy to check the news alone.

The latter stood at the window and looked at the street below.

"Is it an illusion? I feel that everyone we see along the way is hostile to us."

"Really, I'm a yellow race, and people are hostile to me no matter where I go." Zhang Hengdao said as he counted the bullets in his bag. He couldn't hold Wendy softly and hardly in the middle, but eventually taught. She had some knowledge of shooting, pistols and rifles, and had to admit that Wendy was really talented in shooting and learned very fast, at least than Zhang Heng's riding was going smoothly.

When she stopped and rested on the road, she would also find Zhang Heng to borrow guns and practice guns, and even hit two hares for dinner.

"But I noticed what you said."

"I don't like their eyes." Wendy said, she saw the woman who was putting clothes on the balcony across the street, who just glanced at her before returning to the room, and closed the doors and windows.

"Isn't there a terrible outbreak here? Chickenpox? Or even more terrible leprosy ... I had a chickenpox outbreak in the town when I was born. I heard my dad said they would concentrate all the sick people in one room In the house, to prevent them from being transmitted to healthy people, and then grabbing and sending someone to deliver meals and water every day until ... "Wendy paused." The people inside are dead, not so much as treatment. Said it was murder. "

Of course, Zhang Heng has also heard of the name of leprosy, let alone in the 19th century. Even in modern times, it has been effectively controlled. Some remote places still have people smelling it. In this era of underdeveloped medical treatment, people There is almost no way to get leprosy other than isolation.

"Be careful, this town is indeed unusual."

"We left immediately after we found my father, so where do we start next?"

"Look directly at the sheriff here ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Zhang Hengdao," Since no one else wants to talk to us, but before that, we have to go to the grocery store to restock. "

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The owner of the grocery store was sweeping the shelves, and when he looked back at Zhang Heng and Wendy, they immediately got off the scaffolding and hung out the closed sign, and then anxiously wanted to close the store door.

But a hand stretched out the door the next moment, preventing his movement.

"Sorry, sir, we've taken a nap," said the boss, secretly struggling at the same time, but his two hands together hadn't given a force to the other side, and the door was slowly opened from the outside.

"Looks like we are lucky and caught up with the last business." Zhang Heng did not wait for the boss to justify that Wendy had come in.

At this point, the boss had no choice but to accept the reality and wipe the sweat on his forehead. "Is there anything I can help you with."

"Give me four boxes, no, six boxes."

"which type?"

"Two boxes of 44-40 Winchester, four boxes of 0.45-inch Colt long bullets, thank you."

"So many bullets, are you going to hunt?" The boss barely talked as he took the bullets off the shelf.

"Is there any place to hunt near here?"

"As far as I know, you have to go further if you want to hunt."

"Then we won't hunt." Zhang Hengdao said, and then he turned to look at Wendy aside, "Would you like some licorice?"

"I'm not a kid anymore." Wendy frowned.

"Like eating sugar doesn't mean being a child. I know a guy. To be honest, I don't know how old he is. Anyway, he is older than anyone you have ever seen. That guy is like a sweetie. No bottom hole. "