he killed his lover

With difficulty, with a blunt hatchet, he hacked off enough branches from a dry beech tree for fuel.

Sewell intends to use these to light a warm bonfire later.

Happily humming a little tune that he himself doesn't know, nothing can hinder his current good mood.

Another futile day, of course.

They couldn't find anything, Sewell knew that.But he would never tell that to that fake sad guy.

Seeing that his previous self was suffering the same grief as himself, the corners of his mouth could hardly hold back the upward arc.

Joe won't show up, he's a very good boy.And I have told him what to do.

Obediently, hide.

He calculated the time and returned to the camp with the pile of branches in his arms.

The camp was empty, only Rosa was still sitting in front of the tent in a daze.

Her pink dress had a puffy hem.

Rosa always wears a skirt.

He sat down on the ground and began to light the fire skillfully.

The warm and bright bonfire soon jumped up and burned, illuminating the forest that gradually darkened as the night deepened.

Sewell opened his mouth to say something to the girl, but stopped again.

Because as Harlan, he had no experience in talking to girls.But too intimate words and actions are not allowed.

But the girl spoke first: "Joe, my brother, will he come back?" Her voice was thin and weak, as if a chick with a bright yellow beak was singing softly because of hunger.

"Maybe I will come back, maybe I won't come back." Sewell returned after considering it.

"I know I should expect him to come back, so that he and I, Dad, Uncle Alex, can be reunited, and we can live together well." The girl's tone was very flat, without making any waves.

"It would be best if he died. Never come back to disturb our family again."

She held up the little bottle that was shining under the bonfire and held it in front of her eyes, as if looking at the contents carefully.There appeared to be a strangely colored bug in there.

He suddenly had the feeling of being stared at by the golden vertical pupils of some ferocious carnivorous animal, but it was only a moment of staring at each other, and the girl quickly put down the bottle in her hand.

It seems that the words just now were not directed at Sewell, but as if they were directed at the little bottle.

She hummed a nursery rhyme, pulled her skirt to stand up from the ground, and got into the tent in a blink of an eye.

Until after a while, maybe half an hour, maybe an hour.Someone's footsteps approached here, and Sewell recognized the footsteps of himself and Alex.

He raised his eyes and watched them silently return to camp.Sewell knew what this atmosphere meant.

A long, tired yawn escaped his mouth.The night was getting darker.

There was a footstep approaching gradually, and he knew who it was.

He had had this conversation with Harlan when he was Sewell.But now, the complete reversal of identity gave him a strange feeling.

He turned around slightly, staring at the face he could no longer be familiar with under the bright candlelight.

People always believe what their own eyes see, but sometimes what is hidden from sight is real.

Just like the eyes can be deceived.

"Why don't you go to bed, sir?" the future one spoke first.

The dry and cold sound was like sandpaper grinding against a hard tree trunk.

The previous one sat down across from him, his face was paler than the morning mist, and he was bloodless.

"A kind reminder, sir. It's best not to leave the camp at night. After all, no one knows what will happen."

"Thank you, I will."

Then came some more sterile conversation.

Until the one before that expressed the intention to leave tomorrow.So the future one finally showed a sincere smile.

The guy finally said something useful, the future thought to himself.

But the turning point will come soon, and Joe will not appear tonight.If you can't find Joe, you go back and leave.

But do you still naively think that you can leave here smoothly tomorrow?

He picked up the long knife on the side and wiped it again, laughing at the naivety of these guys.

The white mist was still hazy around them, blocking people's sight.But when the wind blows.These creatures that have the same origin as the darkness will disperse, revealing the bright moon in the sky.

"Why don't you go to bed?" He urged the black-haired young man, "It's getting late now. Just let me watch the night."

The black-haired youth was awakened from his contemplation by him.He watched his former self obediently walk towards the tent.

Sewell suddenly felt that he had overlooked something, and this feeling became more and more obvious as the movement in the woods gradually intensified.

He heard the clamor of birds, accompanied by the roar of wild animals.

It was all exactly the same as the night before.

Obviously, the black-haired young man also heard the movement, and he showed a guarded look behind him.

"There seems to be something in the woods." The black-haired young man said to him.

"Yes." The tall hunter stood up, holding the long knife in his hand. "But it's obviously stupid to leave the only fire that has a warning effect on these beasts at night. And there is obviously someone special in there. It may be a wolf or a mountain leopard. We should not go there."

His brain was running fast, thinking about the intention to prevent the black-haired youth from looking over.

As long as he didn't go there now, he wouldn't find Joe in the tree.Then nothing will continue.

Although the young man was a little puzzled, he nodded obediently.He went into the tent.

Outside the tent, the man circled restlessly.Until it is determined that the youth really has no intention of coming out.A stiff smile appeared on his face, which was not used to smiling.

It turned out to be so simple, so simple that he couldn't believe that he just changed what should have happened.

But now, he turned around and walked towards the depths of the jungle that had just made a sound.

He's going to find that disobedient little boy.

You must know that disobedient children will not have candy.

He paused in the dense red pine forest, determined his direction, and soon found the tallest red pine tree.

The bright moonlight fell from above, and the fog cleared away.

There were several dead owls on the ground.

Still a familiar scene.

"Where are you? Come out, my dear Jo."

But among the thick leaves on that tall tree, the boy was nowhere to be seen.

He doesn't seem to be here anymore.

Sewell frowned, looking around.

The woods are still quiet, too quiet.

Until he heard a soft "pop".Then there was a sound like chains.

He looked towards the place where the strange sound came from.The confusion remained until he realized what the sound was.

But that was too late.

A small, hard bullet accurately penetrated his chest.

The extreme pain struck again, ironically, perhaps because it was not the first attempt.He actually felt a little numb from the pain.

There was blood in front of his eyes, but he still opened his eyes wide.

Want to know who the murderer is.Why did he kill himself?

But his strength soon ran out.Until his increasingly heavy eyelids were gently closed, and then something soft and slightly cool fell on his lips.

It was a tender, sympathetic kiss.

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