The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 326 His Wife
"So that's how it happened..." He Nan felt a little sympathetic after hearing this: "Then you have been running away for so many years, have you ever thought about returning to Texas? No one should know who you are."

"Come on, unless I'm too old and don't care about life and death, why should I take the risk to go back? I'll lose my head!" Tom with Severed Finger sighed: "And I don't want to have anything to do with the gang anymore It's too dangerous to do this. Fighting and killing every day is not as interesting as drinking and gambling? Now I am just Tom with a severed finger, and I am no longer the spiky fire-breathing chariot that was modified by driving a tractor, nicknamed "Bloodthirsty" Falling in love with the wild handsome guy of Hells Angels."

...The car is okay, I understand that you like the wasteland style.

But what kind of nickname is this...

...So you have actually been a killer, right?

Looking at Tom's appearance, He Nan couldn't imagine what he looked like when he looked unorthodox.

But Shirley had already laughed out loud.

...the kind that you can't even cover your mouth.

This time, He Nan didn't think her smile was weird.

Because he could still hold back, but as soon as someone took the lead, he couldn't hold back his laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Tom wondered, and turned to look at them with a frown.

"You're not smiling?" He Nan put on a serious face.

"No, I saw you smiling just now! Just like Miss Shirley."

"Illusion." He Nan patted him on the shoulder and said seriously: "Actually, I really don't think there is any danger for you to go back to Texas. After so many years, who would hate you? You are not a household name." A character. If you really can’t do it, change your identity.”

"For example, name yourself the blood-sickness, obsession, heavenly devil—poof." Xueli couldn't help but chuckled again before finishing her sentence.

"... No, I really can't go back." Tom looked extremely helpless: "You don't understand, there is a man who swore that if I go back there, I will blow my head off."

"Why does he hate you so much?" He Nan asked.

"Who knows." Tom muttered, "It might have something to do with me killing his wife."

"Uh... Since there is such an enemy who owes blood, you really can't go back. Unless you are sure that he is dead, and no one wants to help him continue to avenge." He Nan analyzed seriously.

"No, buddy!" Tom smiled bitterly: "Is her wife a sheep? At least he keeps calling it that!"

"……What?!"

"His wife is a sheep! I used dynamite to fry fish in the pond, but it turned out to be too strong, and I took away the sheep that went to the side to drink water."

"...Oh, I understand." He Nan was stunned for a while before he realized it.

Immediately, I felt speechless for a while.

"That's it?" He Nan frowned: "Then I have no interest in killing you, maybe I forgot who you are a few years ago."

"I don't want to take risks." Tom murmured, "That psychopath, who knows how much he hates me... If he had roasted that dead sheep back then, I thought he was just talking. Unexpectedly, he sold the sheep in the market! This scared me, and I decided to run away... because it proved that it was not only his wife, but also his spirit was stimulated more seriously! Think about it , would a normal person take his wife's corpse to the market and sell it to others?!"

"Then according to what you said, if he roasted the sheep and ate it himself, wouldn't he be eating his own wife! Wouldn't it be even more frenzied?!"

"Can that be the same? Eat it yourself and prove it's not his wife!" cried Tom. I have the heart to eat my wife's flesh!"

"The problem is that it's a sheep—ah, forget it." He Nan felt that it was better not to worry about it, so as not to affect his spirit to some extent: "I thought you said he buried the sheep. Then have a funeral and cry and miss your wife at the funeral. That would be kind of...well, not scary...you'd be sure you'd either kill him or run away."

"Ha! I don't want to kill him, that miserable bastard." Tom shouted: "So I chose to run away."

"Since you're not afraid of him, why did you run away, and why didn't you dare go back." He Nan was speechless: "You didn't really kill his wife."

"Since he is mentally ill and thinks that sheep is his non-existent wife, then he has a wife, and if I kill his wife, he wants me to pay for his life—see, logically, right?" Severed finger Tom said this with a gloomy expression on his face: "Come on, you understand that the main reason why I dare not go back is because this lunatic is better... Whether it is to kill him or be killed by him, I am not very willing. I just hang around in New York... …When I am old—if I have the chance to live to be old, I will go back to my hometown in Texas, find a hut to sit quietly, watch the sunset, hunt, and one day I will be killed by a wild boar.”

"...So, your dream is to be killed by a wild boar." Shirley finally opened her mouth, her tone still holding back a smile.

"My dream is to spend my retirement years in Texas."

"...So your definition of An Xiang's old age is being killed by a wild boar." Shirley then complained in a flat tone: "It's really not a peaceful way to die, and it's even a bit tragic."

"That's a kind of romance." Tom smiled bitterly: "Romance that you can't experience in a big city... driving an off-road vehicle, holding a shotgun, looking for the traces of wild animals in the plains, hills and forests, looking for a piece of grass Just give the fuck a shot and guess what it hits! Funniest thing to bet on is a guy squatting inside - not many people in New York understand that! Even if they do, few really do. No Like ours, the kid learns how to load a gun at the age of four. At the age of six, Dad will drive him to hunt hares!"

"You want me to hunt bushes where people might be there... I really don't want to understand what's so interesting about this." He Nan sweated a little: "But I can understand what you said about the joy of hunting."

"Isn't it? Hunting is a man's romance! It's an instinct engraved in DNA!" Tom with the severed finger laughed and said, "Of course drinking and gambling, too!"

During this period, Shirley sneered and shook her head.

Indeed, it has nothing to do with equality between men and women.Genes do play a role in this topic, and there are indeed sex distinctions.

There are very few men who are really not interested in hunting, but if you look at women, there are many fewer people who are interested.

The way of human existence in ancient times has influenced people's thinking to this day.

Gambling, it is true - human nature is difficult to resist the temptation to gamble.

As for alcohol, it is wrong to say that many people just don't like to drink.How Nan.

(End of this chapter)