I also forgot that I had been in the valley for a few days, I just remembered that I had been in that position, and I wondered if they must have thought I was dead. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before dawn York put his dog's tail next to my nose and he was scratching me like that, and when I woke up he was giggling, and he looked innocent.

I would like to ask him a little bit about him, like why didn't he come home and what was at home? But I'm not going to compare that.

York tapped me on the shoulder, then pointed to the distance as he lay down on the ground again. I couldn't understand this series of body language, so I had to shake my head.

He suddenly got up and climbed up the tree, which he climbed almost better than a monkey.

His posture when he climbs the tree is peculiar, his hands are particularly strong, and when he climbs the branches, he almost relies on the strength of his hands.

"Hey, York, what are you doing?" I called at him.

Looking up at what he was doing in the tree, he jumped down from the tree after a while, and I saw him holding a woman's hairpin in his hand, and he happily handed it to me.

I look a little familiar.

I looked at it a few more times, and finally remembered that it was a Spanish woman's hairpin, and I remembered that she had such a hairpin to save her when the tsunami came up.

"You got it there," I said, gesturing, I don't know if he can read my gesturing.

I knew he knew the Spanish woman was there.

I told you, York was a smart kid.

He suddenly took my hand. I knew he wanted to take me to see the owner of this hairpin.

But I couldn't move, and when I moved, my legs hurt terribly. I pointed to my wound.

York crouched down, and he wanted to carry me on his back. I clutched his shoulders tightly, and he had a fishy smell on his body, which was due to the fact that he had not bathed for a long time.

He was a fast runner. The fastest man I've ever seen, he paddled through small ditches and climbed small hills, and he didn't know how to get his way.

Finally he put me by a creek. There was indeed a woman lying in the water not far from me, and it seemed that she had been dead for many days, and her whole body was swollen because of the soak in the water, but there was one thing I did not understand, why her body did not decompose, according to common sense, she should have rotted long ago.

I could tell she was the missing Spanish woman, and I figured out that York must have killed her, and that he was doing it for that beautiful hairpin. I turned my gaze to him, who was giggling happily with a hairpin.

"Come here, York," he probably understood.

When he came to me, I grabbed his hairpin, I angrily threw the hairpin into the water, I thought he would jump into the water and touch the hairpin, he didn't, he looked at me like he was angry.

I later found out that he couldn't swim. He is even afraid of water. Never dared to go down to deep water.

I gave him another slap in the face, I used to think he was different from other cannibals, but now that I find their wildness unchangeable, I feel like I'm wrong.

He didn't understand why I hit him, he looked at the hairpin that sank into the water, and since he was in tears, his black pupils were full of tears at once, like an innocent child being punished. He wiped away his tears with his hands and smiled at me as if nothing had happened.

I gestured and asked him why he had killed this woman, and he suddenly knew why I had slapped him, and he shouted to the sky like a wronged prisoner.

But I don't eat it.

He gestured again, but I shook the table again and again. He said he couldn't understand something, he wanted me to know something, but I just couldn't see it, so he grabbed his head anxiously.

I thought carefully about his intentions.

Then it dawned on me that he was explaining to me that he had not killed this woman.

I crawled up to the dead Spanish woman and took a closer look at her death.

In Spain, a woman's neck was cut with a sharp weapon and died. I vaguely remember that I didn't see any sharp weapons in the birdhouse, which meant that they hadn't been able to use them yet, and the cannibals were almost back to life in the Stone Age.

"If it wasn't the cannibals, who would it be, maybe there's another group of people in the woods," I thought to myself. It is also possible that the murderer is in our crowd, and if it is really among us, then only Lao Hei and the Germans are the most powerful, but neither of them has the possibility of killing the Spanish woman.

Although I can't think of who the murderer is, at least one thing is confirmed, York is not the murderer. I felt guilty when I threw the hairpin he picked up into the water, and I felt guilty when I thought of the desperation I gave him two slaps, and I looked at him sitting on the tree, and my heart was very sour.

When he was fine, he always liked to climb the tree in a daze, like a sad old man, and he touched my freshly shaved face with his hand, and he saw me looking at him, so he smiled stupidly. It was then that I remembered that I had forgotten that he was still a child, and that there was childlike innocence in his eyes. It was at this time that I suddenly had a thought, if I could, I wanted to take him out, he shouldn't belong here, no one should belong here, and it wasn't until later that I realized that I was far away.

"York, you come down," I shouted. Like an obedient machine, he jumped from the tree with a snap.

I patted my leg, and he immediately realized that I wanted him to carry me somewhere. I wanted him to carry me to the crowd, maybe someone in the crowd could get my legs right, maybe they were nearby, eating wild fruit for a few days, I really miss the Germans' roast kangaroos, it was delicious.

Since the bodies of the Spanish women are here, it means that they are not far away, and perhaps I can find them by following the river all the way forward.

I pointed in that direction, and York ran with me on his back, and I kept walking up, but I couldn't find them when it was dark. York and I chose a place where we could shelter from the dew.

"Am I hungry?" For the first time, he was able to say a sentence that could convey meaning.

"Go find something to eat," I said, gesturing to pluck some fruit from the tree and stuff it into his mouth, and he understood what I meant, so he nodded, nodded, and left me.