he killed his lover

cloudy on October 7

[Alex has an accident.

The thick clouds not only covered the moonlight, but also all the evils under the darkness. When this incident was discovered, there was only a mottled bloodstain left in the tent.

It is not sure where he went, not even life and death.Last night's long-planned rain washed away all possible clues.We found almost nothing in the surrounding woods except the blood in the tent.

The rain is still falling, and the rain-soaked forest is slippery and difficult to navigate, and we are stuck here...

Maybe some kind of beast had raided our tent last night, too fast and too hard for Alex to even have time to go.

Perhaps he had gone out at night and the sudden heavy rain had lost him in this gloomy jungle, so he could not return.

Or maybe someone took him... like that strange dagger, dead bones, and those invisible hands.

It's all possible...the word is the most painful, confusing, and overwhelming thing in the world.

may.

His whereabouts are unknown, and his life and death are unknown.

It's raining too much outside...we dare not move forward rashly.

We had to stay in tents at night.

Those incomparably thick clouds still hung over us until night fell, lingering all the time.

Hope the weather will get better soon. 】

Sewell gently put down the pen in his hand, he sat on the ground, Joe's head rested on his knees, his long eyelashes trembled slightly because of Sewell's movements.He was restless in his sleep and clutched Sewell's shirt restlessly.

It's still raining outside.

The heavy raindrops hit the roof of the tent with a loud noise, some formed small puddles on the ground, but more slipped into the gaps between the thick rotting leaves.

The dead branches and leaves that have absorbed enough water exude a stale stench.

There may have been some dead animals buried there, and then their bodies were covered by these leaves, layer after layer.Maybe jackals or ants have discovered them and obtained the nutrients necessary for life from them, but soon they also disliked them.Then the leaves covered them, thick and heavy.

There is no sun, no air, and the bones rot underneath.

We might die like this too, Sewell thought sadly.

The cold water vapor seeped in from the gap, and rushed onto them impatiently, desperately absorbing the heat from the living creature.Those cold liquids tightly surrounded their tent from all sides, like a group of hungry beasts.

It seems that everything in this forest has a sense of madness. If you don't die, you will live. In this darkness, you climb towards the bright light overhead, until you find yourself in a deep well, and the path you climb is nothing but false promises.

But still unwilling to give up, the still alive obtains the hope of life from the dead body, and is used to it.

Sewell grabbed his notebook.They hadn't turned on the light, and its deep color intensity seemed to overflow in this dark sky.

I know I shouldn't have opened it, Sewell thought.But things couldn't get any worse after all, could they?

So he convinced himself easily and reached out to open it.Humans are really clever creatures, he thought.

Maybe it's the weather or something else, the paper is also slightly damp.On the page he turned over, black handwriting and blue handwriting were entangled together.

In his diary the day before yesterday, he clearly saw such a sentence left in the black handwriting.

[Don't leave the tent tonight. 】

The sound of heavy breathing came from beside him, a sound as dull as the sound of rain, he was suddenly awakened by this sound, and then found that it was coming from himself.

He shivered, the chill of the rain crawling up his legs and up to his heart, wrapping it into a cocoon.

He hurriedly turned another page, as if a cluster of flames were burning on it.

[Don't go to him. 】

look for him, who

Is it Alex?or harlan or joe

No, no, Joe is still here.

The cold air lingered around, but Joe's body was warm.

He hurriedly pressed his face to the boy's, and heard the boy's steady and slow breathing, which was a steady, calm voice.It is also a warm voice.

So Sewell felt that those chills were far away from him, at least he could get up now.

He carefully lowered Joe from his arms to the cushions, and took the clothes and draped them over his back.

Sewell turned and picked up the raincoat, if that could even be called a raincoat.In reality, it's just a thin layer of plastic that came with Joe's water gun.

He wanted to go out again and find some food, and... Alex.

Although his reason also told him how difficult it is to find a person in such a dark forest on such a rainy day.

And it was hard for him to fully believe that Alex, like Harlan, disappeared one night, abandoned him and the children, and never came back.

As long as Sewell thinks that his lover may be trapped alone in an unknown place in this jungle, facing great danger, he can't restrain his urgency at all.

go find him...

"Dad, what are you doing out there?"

The girl's crisp voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

He was startled and trembled a bit, but he quickly controlled himself.

It was very dark in the tent, and he could barely make out the figure looming in the vague darkness.

For a moment, he even felt that it wasn't Rosa, but something else, with big vertical pupils staring at him in the blurry darkness.

Sewell swallowed hard, but the choking feeling in his throat did not lessen.

He felt a hard, itchy block of salt there, choking his windpipe.

"Rosa, I'm just going out to get something to eat... you know we need food. I'll be back soon and Rosa you'll be here waiting for me will you?"

He spoke in as gentle a tone as possible.

There was silence in the darkness, and Rosa didn't give him any response.

The dull sound of the rain continued, he stopped at the spot and walked around for a while, then picked up his backpack and walked out of the tent.

The raincoat was a bit too short, and his trouser legs were soaked in the cold water, exposing rotting leaves, tangling stickily on the soles of his shoes.

It was completely dark outside.Those tall southern trees stand tremblingly against the little piece of iron-gray sky.Sewell walked through the iron-gray gap.

He took one last peek at their tiny tent through a gap in the woods.Just go in the same direction and then go backwards, and no one will get lost.

There must be something here, something unclear.

They took Alex and locked him up.

After climbing over a few small but dense fir trees, he reached a slightly level ground.The leaves accumulated here are not very thick, and the terrain here is very high, like a low hillside.

And Sewell had been here during the day, and found some broken branches and some debris of soft fir.They soaked up the water, and a good deal of it was washed away by the rain.Sewell crouched halfway, his shoes soaked in foul rain.

The sticky and cold touch is like the fishy sweet mucus that has not been washed off the tuna.

There's nothing here but these useless rain-soaked branches.He stretched out his right hand, which was cut by a machete during the day, and now it is as stiff as a stone.

He stood up and walked in the opposite direction from the tent.A fresh, deep scratch had been left on the trunk, hidden by the tall canopy there.

It is in the shape of a cross.

Sewell walked deeper without hesitation.

The rain blurred his footprints.

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