american tragedy

Chapter 105 (1)
Chapter 36 (1)
From Roberta's drowning, he swam ashore by himself, until he changed his clothes, came to Sharon, and went to the Cranston family's lake house.During this time, Clyde's mental state was completely crazy, because he was afraid and flustered, and he didn't know whether it was he who caused her such a tragic death.At the same time, at the lake, he realized that if he was spotted here and now and sneaked south instead of going north back to the hotel in Great Burton and reporting the misfortune, well, He appeared so hard-hearted, so cruel, that anyone would accuse him of murder with conviction.This tormented him deeply.For, as far as he was concerned at the time, he was indeed innocent, hadn't he changed his mind at the last moment?

However, since he did not go back and explain, who would trust him now? Besides, there is no turning back! Because if Sandra heard that he had been to this lake with the female workers in this factory, would she Registering as a couple with her and she won't forgive him... oh my god!

To explain it afterwards to his uncle, or his hard-hearted cousin, or to all these Lycurgosians! No! No! He must go on, if not dead. Always a disaster.He had to deal with the dreadful situation, the project ended so strangely, and as if he had committed no crime, he had to bring it to fruition.

But these woods, this approaching night, this dreadful desolation, and the dangers that lie hidden in it.If you meet someone at this time, what will he say and how will he do it.He was already flustered, mentally and nervously tense.A twig creaked and he jumped forward like a frightened hare.

He found his suitcase, changed his clothes, wrung his wet clothes, tried to wring them dry, and put them in his suitcase, and buried the tripod under a rotten log. .Then, after dark, I entered the woods in such a disturbed state of mind.However, I always think about it silently, thinking about his strange and dangerous situation now.For, just as he hit her unintentionally, they fell into the water, and she screamed for help, in case there was anyone on the bank, some of these strong, solid people watching.During the day, he saw them dangling around.He's spreading the astonishing news locally, and tonight a dozen or so of them will come and get him! Catch! And they'll get him back, and no one will believe he didn't hit her on purpose! Even in They might hang him before he gets a fair trial.this is possible.Something similar had happened before, a rope was put around his neck.Perhaps she had been beaten to death in the woods, and never had a chance to explain how it happened, how she had been persecuting and torturing him for so long.These people will never know.

As he thought this, he ran as fast as he could through the thick, thick, thorny young pines, and among the dead branches that now and then crackled terribly.Walking all the way, I always thought that the road to Sanliwan must be on his right, and if the moon rises, it must be on his left.

But, my God, what is this?

Ah, the dreadful sound!

Like a weeping, screaming elf in the dark!

look over there!

what is that?

He put the suitcase on the ground, and squatted down in a cold sweat. He squatted behind a tall tree, so frightened that he was so stiff that he dared not move.

that voice.

It turned out to be just an owl! He had heard an owl hooting at the Cranstons' cottage a few weeks earlier.But here! In this wood! It's dark! He must go on, out of the wood.This is beyond doubt.He should never think of these terrible, frightening things, otherwise he would not have the strength and courage to persevere.

But Roberta's look, that last look for help! God! How he kept seeing that look! Her sad, terrible scream! Could he not hear it, at least Don't hear it until you're out of the woods.

Did she know that he had thrown her into the water by accident, just to express anger and disgust, and did she know now? Wherever she was, at the bottom of the lake, maybe in this dark wood, Beside him, ghost! Her ghost.But he had to get out of the woods, out of the woods, he had to.But how unsafe these woods are.Passers-by! Maybe there are those who are chasing him! However, is there life after death? Are there ghosts? Do they know the truth of the matter? Well, she must know, but before that, he was How did he think about it? Since he might have intended to kill her at the beginning, is she here at this moment, following him with resentment, sorrow, and accusations of misunderstanding? He did have intentions! He did it on purpose! This is the greatest sin.Of course, even if he hadn't killed her, it was true that something had done it for him.

But ghosts-God-spirits, they will follow you after death, try to expose you, punish you, and maybe try to attract others to follow you! Who knows? His mother had loved him, Frank, Star and Milia said that she really believed in ghosts.

Then, I fell down, listened to the sound, waited, sweated, and trembled. After three hours of this, the moon finally rose.No one in sight yet, thank goodness! Also, there are stars overhead--they're shining.But also very gentle, just like Sandra's Pine Cove.If she could see him now, see him stalking from Roberta dead in the middle of the lake; and his own hat still on the water yonder! If she heard Roberta's scream! Well! Strange, he will never, ever, never, ever, never tell her that it is for her, for her beauty, for her obsession with her, and for her thousand kinds of love and affection for him, that he will... ...would...would...well, try the dreadful thing, the girl he once loved.From now on, he will carry this burden on his back all his life, this ideological burden, and he will never, ever, never be able to get rid of it, forever and ever, forever and ever, forever and ever.But before this, he had never thought of this level.That's a scary thing in itself, and it is, isn't it?

But after he got on the west road and walked a mile or two, he figured it was about eleven o'clock (his watch was damaged by the water) when three figures appeared in the darkness like ghosts. Coming out of the shadows of the woods as quickly.He thought they had seen him when he hit Roberta, or not long after, and were here to get him now.The frightening and sweating moment! And the boy who held up the lamp and looked at him carefully.There is no doubt that he must have shown a very suspicious look of fear and panic.For, as he was absorbed in all that had happened, the idea that he seemed to have left something open and that he might be traced directly to him frightened him into a petrified state.And, he did jump back once, thinking the men were out to get him.But at this moment, the person who walked in the front, a tall man, seemed to think it was just amused by his timid look.He called, "Hello, Mr. Passing!" and the youngest, who seemed not to be suspicious at all, stepped forward and turned the lamp.Only then did he realize that they were countrymen or guides, not the guards who were chasing him—if he had been calm and polite, there would have been no doubt that he was indeed a murderer.

But afterwards, he said to himself: "Maybe they will remember me, at such a time, carrying such a box, walking along this desolate road, won't they?" So he immediately made up his mind that he must hurry Go, go quickly, don't let that person see you again.

(End of this chapter)