he killed his lover

When Sewell broke free from the pain of dying again, it was no surprise that he could feel the blood flowing in his chest again.

His fingers slowly placed on his chest, the little bright red thing was beating non-stop inside.

again and again.

Puff puff puff.

It's disgusting, just as disgusting as those forest owls flying around.

The sparkling clear river in front of you reflects the light that is not dazzling at dusk.He buried his head weakly, but saw Harlan's face in the river again.

Sewell knew he was back again, back to this place he was so familiar with.

It was an extremely painful thing to feel alive for the first time in front of him, even better than never waking up in eternal darkness.

A child's voice came from behind him again.

Behind him, he knew it was Rosa and Joe.

He knew, too, that Sewell would come and join them in a moment, and then they would go into the woods beyond.

He knows everything that will happen in the future.

A deep sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of his heart uncontrollably.

Who killed me?Is it Rosa?Or Joe?Or is it Alex?

Trying to remember what happened before was exhausting, like he couldn't understand why his most important family members were killing him over and over again.

Died again and again, and then reborn again.

This in itself is a meaningless question.He drew his conclusions as a temporary consolation and so easily pulled himself out of the question.

In fact, thinking itself is meaningless, because even if you think everything through enough and see clearly enough.But it's no use, what should happen will happen.

Being trampled to death as an ant who sees things for what it is doesn't feel any different.

But there should be something to think about, after all, he thinks that people and ants are still different.

So Sewell sat on the bank with the long knife in his lap, and he thought for a while.

He decided to do nothing.

Just follow the original track of things, he thought.

Maybe the gods didn't want you to come back to save the world or go crazy or anything like that.

He may just be bored.

When he thought of this, he suddenly relaxed.

If death, like birth, loses its unique, irreversible identity.What is so terrible about death?

He stood up from the rock.

Standing by the water, staring at the interaction between the black-haired youth and the boys and girls from the same angle, there was no wave in his heart.

This scene that made him extremely jealous when he was standing here last time, now he can look at it with almost flat eyes.

None of this has anything to do with you.He warned himself in his heart.

Just do what you are supposed to do and don't do anything else.

Instead of paying attention to them, he returned to the tent, where he found the shotgun in the same position as last time.He took it into the woods, and stayed there until the night fell.

Next, he planned his every move exactly according to the last action.

So on the second night, after he had talked with Sewell, he heard again those strange noises in the dense woods, and the roaring of wild animals.

This time he didn't stop his previous self, but stood up from the fire, pulled out his own

Long knife, showing a vigilant attitude.

He said to the equally vigilant black-haired youth, "Maybe something happened there, we should go and see."

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