he killed his lover

July 7 Fog

[Today is the second day that Joe disappeared.

We followed the river deeper, at least for a mile, I suppose.

We should never have come to this place.The crooning of demons can be heard here and there, as they lure travelers and feast on their flesh.

I don't want to say anything more about Joe, and I don't have the strength to think of anything else but looking for him.

The headache started again, no more painkillers.Hope it gets better. 】

He closed his diary, intending to tuck it into the side of his backpack.But he stopped again, and he stretched out his hand to slowly caress the cover of the book.Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened the light yellow paper again.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

Just yesterday, under the diary on July 7, a few lines of handsome words reappeared.

This is simply not possible!

He kept it close to his body after he finished writing the diary last night, even when he was sleeping.He promised that it was impossible for anyone else to touch this notebook except himself.

Taking another breath, he carefully read the text on it.

[I am always by your side. 】

The hand holding the notebook began to tremble involuntarily, and the diary hit the ground with a "slap", bending several thin pages and twisting them into unnatural shapes.

"Dad, are you still there?"

Just when he thought the girl was asleep.Her voice came from behind, thin and small.It's like the high-pitched cry of a fledgling chick to an adult bird because of hunger.

"Yes." Sewell calmed down the shock in his heart.

"Will Joe come back?" the girl asked suddenly.

He was silent for a while without avoiding her question.

"Maybe, maybe not...

Joe had gone to play far away, and it was a beautiful place, so he probably didn't want to come back. "

Sewell supported his head with one hand, and looked sideways at the girl's tent.

"Then, am I better than Joe? You see, I will always be by Papa's side, and I will never make Papa sad.

So, Dad, can you stop thinking about Joe?Don't be sad if you don't think about it.Me and you, and Uncle Alex, we just go home together. "

The girl had asked countless questions about Joe over the past two days, but Sewell attributed it to the relationship between the girl and the boy.

Never thought her next sentence would be this.

He felt a layer of cold sweat on his back.

It was foggy, and the swathes of white shut them in the woods.

He tried to comfort himself, but it was just a girl's unintentional words of comfort.

"Go to bed, Rosa." He didn't answer, but simply said, "It's getting late."

Turning his back, he walked towards the still burning fire.There was a tall figure sitting there fiddled with some sticks.

The flickering flames lengthened his shadow, casting an overly huge figure behind him.

The figure broke away from the shape of a person, and kept baring its teeth and claws with the occasional shaking of the flame.

Harlan didn't look back, as if he was not curious because he already knew the identity of the person coming.

"Go to sleep, sir." Harlan's tone was a bit cold and dry, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Need a vigil tonight. We're in a position where there could be a coyote pack at any moment, or a golden vulture. Need to secure the night."

Sewell walked up to him and sat down, seeing his calm brown eyes and slightly aged face.

"Of course I will."

He suddenly relaxed, and felt a little ashamed of his thoughts just now.Harlan was a human being, there was no doubt about it.

A somewhat self-deprecating smile was pulled out by the corner of his mouth.

"We'll be heading back along the river tomorrow." He randomly picked up a branch from the ground and fiddled with the fire in front of him.

Guess whether his own shadow is also like a monster with teeth and claws.

"Wise choice."

A somewhat stiff smile rarely appeared on Harlan's face.Then he found that something seemed wrong with his performance.

He reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth again, making a sorry expression.

"I'm sorry about your son."

He is obviously not suitable for such an overly vivid expression, at least Sewell thinks it makes his already stiff facial expression even weirder.

"But we must at least learn to stop losses in time."

He ends the conversation with one last uncomfortable remark, sort of sloppy and perfunctory.After that, the atmosphere between the two fell into a stagnation, as if the air between them had turned into viscous salad oil.

"Good night, Harlan. Hope tomorrow is a fine day."

Sewell finally got up and left the fire with the lantern, intending to go back to sleep.

Their campsite for tonight was chosen on a slightly protruding highland, and the river flowed under the rocks not far away.Surrounded by a dense red pine mixed with some firs.

He could clearly hear what seemed to be the flapping of the wings of a bird, perhaps a night owl of the kind that roamed about during the day, or a grouse perched on the surrounding red pine trees.

But the sound was getting louder and louder, and now he could clearly hear the sharp calls of birds coming from the forest, as well as the sound of wings scraping across the leaves.

There was also the low roar of some kind of beast faintly, with a hint of threat, coming from the darkness that could not be illuminated by the bonfire.

The two retreated slowly towards the fire together.

At this moment, Sewell suddenly heard an intermittent sobbing in the mixed noise.The voice was low, mixed with the roar of wild beasts and the sound of frantic birds flapping their wings, almost completely drowned out.

But he heard it anyway.

The voice cried out in a sobbing voice.

"dad"

The noise in the forest continued, but he was sure he could hear it very clearly.

"Dad," continued the little voice, "I'm so scared."

It's Joe's voice!He froze almost immediately, and then he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming ecstasy of having lost it and found it again.

It seemed that they didn't hear Harlan's loud blocking.

He directly turned on the tent lamp in his hand and rushed into the dark and dense red pine forest.

He seemed to be blessed by the Holy Spirit, his mind was extremely clear, and he was looking for the source of the sound with a clear goal.

The voice got closer and closer, and his steps became more and more hurried.

A tall red pine appeared in front of him, perhaps because of its overly tall trunk and the canopy extending in all directions competing for too much sunlight and water, a clearing appeared near this tall tree.

The white mist dissipated here, and the bright moonlight shone down, illuminating everything in this clearing.

He saw several white or gray-brown owls lying on the ground, their feathers were covered with blood, their necks were all twisted in an abnormal direction, some had several blood holes on their bodies, and they were in pain writhing.

It seems that the fangs of some kind of beast directly pierced their bodies.Feathers and blood were scattered everywhere, and the scene looked tragic and bloody.

But Sewell didn't care about this.

"Joe! Are you here?" His voice broke through the surrounding fog, spread to the distance, and disappeared into the deep and dark forest.

"dad."

A voice came from the tree, timidly.

Sewell saw a small figure poking its head out of the shadows.

"Dad, is that you?"

That's Joe.

His slightly pale face was particularly obvious among the dense leaves.

"You finally came to pick me up."

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