The Island 第四章(5)
It looks like a huge BLOODSTAIN.
George touches that vein, it was very hard like a little rock, but it is a little bit sticky that when George took his hand back, there’s some red thin silk stayed at his finger. George shakes those silk off his hand and starts to walked back. Suddenly, a voice speaks: “George......”
George turned around, there was nobody there, but only silence and dark ahead of him.
“John? Are you there?” George said to the forest, but there’s no answer. “God damn it, John. I swear if that’s you who is messing me around, I will literary kill you!” George sounds very angry, it is clear that he thinks John is messing with him right now, he must saw George ran out of the cabin and followed him for his typical pranks. George shone the flashlight near that tree, while the light shot through that tree again, George find some detail that he didn’t saw before: There seems to be more veins in this tree; But it arranged to a simple picture on the bark, it was an simple arrow, pointed to the far site of the forest. George keep staring the direction the vein pointed and suddenly that voices spoke again from that direction: “I’m here George........”
George touches that vein, it was very hard like a little rock, but it is a little bit sticky that when George took his hand back, there’s some red thin silk stayed at his finger. George shakes those silk off his hand and starts to walked back. Suddenly, a voice speaks: “George......”
George turned around, there was nobody there, but only silence and dark ahead of him.
“John? Are you there?” George said to the forest, but there’s no answer. “God damn it, John. I swear if that’s you who is messing me around, I will literary kill you!” George sounds very angry, it is clear that he thinks John is messing with him right now, he must saw George ran out of the cabin and followed him for his typical pranks. George shone the flashlight near that tree, while the light shot through that tree again, George find some detail that he didn’t saw before: There seems to be more veins in this tree; But it arranged to a simple picture on the bark, it was an simple arrow, pointed to the far site of the forest. George keep staring the direction the vein pointed and suddenly that voices spoke again from that direction: “I’m here George........”