he killed his lover

He originally thought that what he saw might be white wreaths, black and white photos or people crying at his dead body.Those people all had a sad look, just like the people who died before.

And he was floating in mid-air, looking down from the posture of a soul.

Of course, this is when his body can be found.Perhaps a more likely scenario is:

He will always lie like this in this forest shrouded in the black mist of demons.

His flesh and blood were first torn by jackals and golden vultures to eat, and then some vultures or spotted hyenas greedily gathered to suck his rotting skeleton.In such weather, flies and maggots would come and go on him.Until his only flesh and blood was gone, he was gradually forgotten by all the animals in this forest.

Until his bloody bones became pale and fragile, the leaves of those tall deciduous trees covered him, rotted on his body, and finally supported the colorful mushrooms and those tall trees.

It might be an interesting process, by the standards of biologists.

From birth to death to new birth, matter and energy are conserved.

But no, none of what he said above happened.

The unexpected situation made him a little dazed.

Maybe the way of death before was not bad, he raised his hands and put them in front of him for a closer look.

Rather than saying that he was caught off guard and died like this, it is better to say that he had a premonition.

The hands in front of him were obviously not his hands. These hands were far stronger, more powerful, and rougher than his original hands.This is a pair of hands used to rough work.

He is sitting on a huge rock with a long knife in front of him.The clear river water flowed past him, clean and thorough, making a crisp and clean sound.He could feel the wind passing by his ears, lightly and gently.

I probably know the knife, Sewell thought.

There was the sound of children playing in his ears, and he recognized the voices of Rosa and Joe.Their voices were carried softly to his ears by the wind.

This is gentle, without the slightest icy wind.

Just like his death, it was not so much that he was caught off guard, but rather that he had expected it because of long-term planning.

Sewell looked down at the river beside him, and there was a calm, hard-faced, weather-beaten face reflected in it.

This was the face of Harlan, the always silent, unspoken guide.

There is another world in this river, the same people, the same things, everything can be found in this river.

He stood up suddenly, and the long knife was knocked into the water by him.The shiny silver dangled in the water, but no one cared about it.

I should do something, I have to.

Tonight, just tonight, if I do nothing, Joe will disappear, and all the people will go deep into this forest to find Joe.Then, there will be no turning back, and none of us will ever turn back.

Hope it's still in time.

He turned around and looked back, but the heat that had just flooded his body was as if someone had poured cold water on it, and the blood in his body immediately froze.

He saw another self, the one who had the same face as his former self.He smiled softly, held the boy in his arms, and whispered something to them.This scene is really dazzling.

Once Sewell, now Harlan had a strange thought when he saw this scene, that is obviously my child, so what right do you have to hug him?You, pretending, a monster in human skin...

He stood by the river, staring at the family over there with a mysterious gaze.

He looked at the handsome black-haired man nervously looking at the glass bottle in the girl's hand, and watched him kiss them tenderly.

Looking at it like this, he was alone, on the bank of the transparent river, speculating about all this with an almost dark psychology.Is the person under that skin really the former self?

Or the real Harun who died alone in the forest?Sure enough, they are all demons, whether it is them or myself.May the red letter of the viper lick their eyes, leaving vicious curses and wounds.

Why should I tell them all this?To save them, to help them.If I do get out of here with them, then what?That demon will leave with Alex and the children.And leave me here alone, leave me alone in this demon's domain, and never come back.It was indeed a happy holiday for them.

Oh, happy holidays.

At that time, he also thought that this would be a sweet holiday, sweetly, sweetly... He chewed the word repeatedly in his mouth until he tasted a little bit of astringency, and then a strong fishy smell.

He realized that he had bitten his own tongue, but maybe it wasn't his own blood.

The vicissitudes of the underwater face showed a pale and mocking smile, as if the soul inside was gone, leaving only an empty skin.

Empty, empty.

I'm a devil too, he closed his eyes and couldn't even hold back the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe God wanted me back so that I could help my old self from those imposed sufferings.But why am I so unwilling?Why, I want to help those people who don't know anything.

Maybe I forgot my soul somewhere else, right after death, what a demon I am.

He watched it all until they were gone, into the deep forest.

His eyes could no longer help him see.

The author has something to say:

My main character's big move is resurrection, hit it hard! /Put your chest out.