Chapter 614

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

Looking at the small town in the distance, Zhang Heng said, "did your father tell you that he came here to talk business?"

"Yes, that's what he said before he left." Wendy nodded, then hesitated and said, "do you think he's going to cheat us on this, too?"

"It's not likely. Didn't you send a telegram to the sheriff here before, saying that your father had left?"

"Well."

"At least he has something to do with it. Just go and have a look."

Zhang Heng and Wendy rode through a field, but the crops in the field were not growing well, not only because of the weather or other reasons, but also because there were no farmers.

Zhang Heng asked Wendy to wait for him, but he got off his horse and went into a room. He knocked on the door, but no one answered.

So Zhang Heng took out his revolver and pushed the door open. At the same time, he quickly flashed to one side.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was still no movement inside.

Zhang Heng raised his head, took a quick look, and then put away the revolver.

"How's it going?" Wendy in the back asked.

"Safe, no one." Zhang Hengdao, different from the uninhabited town he went through before the copy started, there was no sign of evacuation here. Zhang Heng even saw a book that was half opened and upside down on the table.

In addition, there are wooden toys for children on the ground.

Wendy got down from her horse and came in. "Where's everybody?"

"I don't know." Zhang Heng Dao, he simply turned around in the room, did not see blood or other suspicious things, said, "go out."

They then left the farmhouse and closed the door again.

Wendy looked at the fields nearby again and muttered, "how can it grow so bad? Is it because nobody cares? How much can we get in a year like this

"I'm afraid not." Zhang Heng said, "have you noticed that not only the farmland, but also other plants along our way are not growing very well."

"Why

Zhang Heng Wen Yan turned his eyes to the well next to him. He scooped up a bowl of water from the well and looked at it. He found that compared with ordinary well water, his eyes were turbid and tasted salty.

Zhang Heng only took a sip and poured the rest on the ground. "The water here is polluted. That's why the plants don't grow well."

"Is it man-made, or is it natural?"

"It's not clear yet, but people in town should know." Zhang Heng rode on the radish again, "let's go, there are cooking smoke in the town, it should be someone's."

About a quarter of an hour later, Wendy and Zhang Heng entered the town. The town called bliss looks no different from other Western towns.

Although it's a little lonely, it's not like the farmhouse outside that nobody can see.

Zhang Heng first opened two rooms in the hotel and put things that were inconvenient to bring with him, such as luggage. This time, Zhang Heng did not let Wendy go to inquire about the news alone.

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

"It's my illusion that all the people we see along the way are hostile to us."

"Yes, I'm yellow. No matter where I go, people are hostile to me." Zhang Hengdao, as he said, counted the bullets in his bag. In the middle of the way, he couldn't stand Wendy's hard work. Finally, he taught her some shooting knowledge, pistols and rifles. I have to admit that Wendy is really gifted in shooting, and she learns very fast, at least more smoothly than Zhang Heng's riding.

When she stopped on the road to have a rest, she would borrow a gun from Zhang Heng to practice her shooting skills, and even hit two rabbits for dinner.

"But I noticed what you said."

"I don't like their eyes." Wendy said. She saw the woman on the balcony across the street. The latter just glanced at her and went back to the house with the doors and windows closed.

"Isn't there a deadly epidemic here? Chicken pox? Or more deadly leprosy When I was just born, there was an outbreak of chickenpox in the town. My father said that they would gather the sick people in one room to prevent them from infecting healthy people. Then they would draw lots and send one person to deliver food and water every day until... " Wendy paused. "All the people inside are dead. It's not so much treatment as murder."

Of course, Zhang Heng has heard of the name of leprosy, let alone in the 19th century. Even though it has been effectively controlled in modern times, some people in remote places still turn pale when they hear it. In this era of underdeveloped medical treatment, people have almost nothing to do with leprosy except isolation.

"Be careful, this town is really unusual."

"We'll leave as soon as we find my father, so where should we start next?"

"Go directly to the sheriff here," Zhang Heng said. "Since no one else wants to talk to us, we have to go to the grocery store to replenish the goods before that."…………

The owner of the grocery store is cleaning the shelves. Looking back, he sees Zhang Heng and Wendy coming here. He immediately comes down from the scaffold and hangs the closed sign. Then he wants to close the store in a hurry.

But the next moment, a hand stretched out through a crack in the door, stopped him.

"I'm sorry, sir. We're closed." The boss said, and at the same time he was making a awesome effort. However, he put his hands together and did not give the opposite one the force, and the door slowly pushed away from the outside.

"It seems that we are lucky to catch the last business." Zhang Heng didn't wait for the boss to explain at all. He had already brought Wendy in.

So far, the boss can only reluctantly accept the reality and wipe the sweat on his forehead. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Give me four, no, six bullets."

"What model?"

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

"So many bullets, are you going hunting?" The boss took out the bullet from the shelf and said reluctantly.

"Is there any hunting place around here?"

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

"Then we don't hunt." Zhang Heng said, and then he turned his head to look at Wendy, "would you like some licorice?"

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

"Like to eat sugar doesn't mean to be a child. I know a guy. To be honest, I don't know how old he is. Anyway, he's older than anyone you've ever met. He's like a bottomless hole when he eats sweets."

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