he killed his lover

He fell asleep on the night of July 7th.

When he woke up again, he found that he was dead.

It's no big deal, now that he's alive again.

He is now in Rosa's body.

Sewell stared at the glass bottle in his hand, the light was constantly refracted and reflected in it, and the overlapping light formed a white light spot.

Inside the bottle was a colorful and weird worm.Its whole body is a strange deep purple, but it has a few bright red patterns on its abdomen.

Such a beautiful little thing, isn't it?

Just a little bit of its fluid, put it in the soup for dinner, and no one will know.

In this way, all people will sleep peacefully in this way, and will never wake up again.

Eternal sleep, good sleep, enviable sleep.

But that's what this body has done the last time, and that's why Harlan died last time.

The owner of the body had put enough venom into the water that Sewell enjoyed a rare peaceful sleep at night.

In fact, dying in sleep is really a very comfortable way to die.

He stood the bottle upright and watched with interest as the lumbering worm inside hit the glass again.

You can never get out.

Sewell said the words softly and gently from his throat.

Just like us.

After all, they're just poor creatures trapped in a bottle.

Killing each other, forced to please the superior master.

The girl's soft brown eyes blinked slightly.

In the following days, he watched those things happen with such quiet and indifferent eyes.

The boy who disappeared and appeared suddenly, the guide who always brought all kinds of prey back to the camp, the innocent and bewildered father, and the unknown Alex who seemed to be no different from before.

On the evening of the sixth day she poisoned Harlan's soup.

With great difficulty she dragged the man's body out of the tent.

Alex stood outside, the night dew wet the corners of his clothes.

"Please leave it to me."

The blond man smiled softly.

As if it should be.

No surprise.

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