Chapter 11 Chapter 7 In Dilemma

On the twenty-sixth of March, Andy decided decisively that they should not stay in Tasmore.It had been two weeks since his letter had been mailed, and if it had any effect, it should have happened.The silence near Grandpa's villa made him very uneasy.Maybe they let him go for a lunatic, but...he didn't want to fool himself like that. His gut told him the letters were being withheld.This meant that those people already knew the whereabouts of him and Charlie. "We've got to get out of here," he said to Charlie. "Get our stuff together." She just looked at him cautiously with a hint of fear, but said nothing.She didn't ask where they were going or what they were going to do.But the silence still disturbed him.In a closet, he found two old suitcases, the suitcases were covered with shipping labels, recording the footprints of the owner's travels - the Grand Canyon.Niagara Falls, Miami Beach.The two started packing their bags.

A blinding ray of sunlight streamed in from the window on the left side of the cabin.The lake swims down the window: Pass.He had slept very little the night before; the ice melted, and he lay in bed listening to it—the ice in the pond cracked and slipped, drifting away with the current.There, the Hancock River flows eastward through New Hampshire and throughout Maine, gradually becoming cloudy with pollution, until it finally empties into the Pacific Ocean with a foul smell and lifelessness. He had never been here in a season of ice melt, and he did not want to experience these unpleasant experiences again in the future.When the sound of the ice cracking echoed in a silent green valley, it was mysterious and terrifying.

He felt those people approaching again, like demons that kept appearing in nightmares.The day after Charlie's birthday, he made a round of the camp.The sled buckles on your feet and is uncomfortable.Walking like this, he suddenly saw a line of snowshoe footprints leading to the foot of a tall spruce tree.He could even make out the traces of the man changing his shoes.At the heel of the tree, Andy found six Snowy cigarette butts, and a crumpled box of Kodak film.His heart jumped up.He got off the sled and climbed up the tree.Climbing halfway up, he found that his grandfather's hut was facing him a mile away.It was small and appeared to be deserted.But with a telescope...

He said nothing to Charlie about his discovery. The box is packed.Her continued silence was like a whip on his conscience.This made him so nervous that he had to speak. "We're going to Berlin first," he said, "and then we're going back to New York. We're going to the newsroom of The New York Times—" "But, Dad, you've sent them a letter." "Honey, they probably forgot about it." She looked at him in silence for a moment, then said: "Do you think they got the letter?" "Of course..." He finally shook his head,...Charlie, I don't know. "

Charlie didn't answer.She knelt and closed a trunk, fumbling to snap it shut. "Let me help you, honey." "I can do it myself!" she yelled at him, and began to cry. "Charlie, don't be like this, please don't be like this? It's almost over." "No, there isn't," she replied, crying even harder. "It's never over." A dozen agents surrounded Grandpa McGee's cabin.They had reached their present location the night before. · All of them are wearing green and white camouflage uniforms.These people had never been to Menders Farm.None of them were armed except John Rainbird, who had a rifle, and Don Jules, who had a 22-caliber pistol.

"I don't want to panic my people with what's happening in New York," Rainbird told Cap. "Jamison still looks like he's out of his mind." Likewise, he does not want anyone to have a weapon.The development of the matter was unpredictable, and he didn't want to take away two dead bodies in the end.So he chose carefully who to bring, and put Don Jules in charge of capturing Andy McGee.Small in stature, silent and brooding, Jules was excellent at his job, and Rain Bird knew it, because Jules was the only one he picked to work with him on multiple occasions.He is quick and capable, and won't get in the way at critical moments.

"McGee could come out anytime during the day," Rainbird said to them, "and the girl used to come out too. If McGee came out alone, I'd catch him, and Jules would take him away quickly, without making a sound. If the girl comes out by herself, do the same. If they come out together, I'll get the girl and Jules the man. The rest just stand there just in case.do you understand?Rain Bird's one-eyed glanced at them, "You are only here to prevent very serious mistakes, nothing else. Of course, if any serious mistakes do happen, most of you can only go into the lake with your pants on fire. Run. So I want you to go just in case there is something you need. Of course, if I die, you can also watch the fun and be witnesses."

There was a small, nervous laugh at this statement. Rainbird held up a finger. "If any of you got wind of it, he'd die—disemboweled and disemboweled—in the most horrific South American jungle valley I could find. Believe it, gentlemen. In my You are just playing tricks in the show, don't forget." Later, on their "stage" - an abandoned hotel in St. John'sbury - Rainbird pulls Don Jules aside. "You've read about this man," Rainbird said. Jules is smoking a Camel: "Yes." "Do you know what mind control is?" "yes."

"Do you know what happened to those two men in Ohio? The two men who tried to take his daughter?" "I worked with George Warning," said Jules calmly. "That guy McGee can boil water and make tea." "For the man's abilities, it's not uncommon. I just hope we'll be clean. You'll have to be very quick." "OK." "He's been resting all winter. If he's given you the chance to do the same, you'll probably end up in a crowded hospital for the next three years. Maybe fantasize about being a bird or a turnip." or something."

"Know." "what do you know?" "I must act quickly. Take it easy, John." "They're likely to come out together." Rain Bird ignored him, "You should lie in ambush at the corner of the front hall, so that they won't find you when they come out. When I catch that girl, her father will come over, and you Subdue him from behind." "Of course" "Don't screw it up, Don." Jules smiled and continued smoking.He said succinctly, "No." The box is packed.Charlie finished her coat and trousers.Andy pulled on his jacket, zipped it up, and lifted the suitcase.He feels bad, very bad.His stomach was convulsing.

"You feel it too, don't you?" Charlie said.Her little face was gray and expressionless. Andy nodded reluctantly. "what should we do?" "I wish the premonition came early," he said.Although he didn't think so in his heart, "What else can we do?" "What else can we do?" she repeated mechanically. She came over and opened her arms for him to hug.He remembered that she hadn't done this for a long time—almost two years.Time is so wonderful that it makes the child before your eyes change unconsciously; but this change is also somewhat overwhelming. He put down the box, picked her up and held her in his arms.She kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly. "Ready?" He put her down. "Yes." Charlie said.She was about to cry again, "Daddy, I won't start the fire again. Even if they come here before we leave, I won't lead people any more. " "Okay," he said, "that's fine, Charlie, I understand." "I love you, Dad." He nodded: "I love you too, kid." Andy went to the door and opened it; the strong sunlight outside made it almost impossible for him to see.He squinted his eyes tightly, and everything became clear again.The melting of the snow makes everything look so fresh.To his right was Tasmore Pond, its blue water dizzying from the remaining ice.Straight ahead is a pine forest.Through the pine forest he faintly saw the green roof of a tent in the distance, the snow that had covered it all winter had finally melted. The woods were silent, but Andy felt more uneasy.When the temperature warms up after winter, the birds always welcome the morning with their songs.But today I couldn't hear anything, only the sound of melting snow falling on the branches.He found himself desperately longing for Grandpa to be around at this moment.He fought back the urge to yell "Who's there!" because doing so would only scare Charlie more. "It looks good," he said. "If they do come, I think we're ahead of them." "That's good." She replied blankly. "Let's go, boy," he said.He has thought countless times what else can we do?But there is no way out.He realized again how much he hated those people. Charlie walked across the room, past the dishwasher, toward him.Dishwasher full of clean dishes.The whole hut was the same as when they first arrived, neat and tidy.Grandpa will be happy to see it. Andy put his arm around Charlie's shoulders and hugged her again.Then he picked up the box and took her into the bright morning sun. John.The Rainbird was halfway up a tall spruce a hundred and fifty yards away.He wore a pair of electrician's boots and tied himself tightly to the tree trunk with an electrician's belt.When the door of the cabin opened, he held a rifle steady on his shoulder, calm and confident.All was perfectly clear to his good eye.When he first lost an eye, his depth perception was often erroneous.But when he is as focused as he is now, his vision returns to the clarity it used to be; it's as if the bad eye is temporarily revived. The distance is not far.If there had been a single bullet in the gun, he would have had no trouble getting it through the girl's neck—but he had far more trouble to deal with now.In his gun was a pommo drenched in potion.At that distance, it's likely to land or deflect.Thankfully there was very little wind on this day. Rain Bird prayed silently: "If this is the will of the gods and my ancestors, please guide my hands and eyes so that I can shoot." The girl came out, with her father beside her--so there was Jules' work, too.Through the binoculars, the girl was an obvious target.Her fur coat reflected a blinding blue light.Rain Bird saw the box in McGee's hand.He realized they were almost too late. The girl looks depressed.She buttoned only to the chest, so that the coat was slightly open at the throat.The weather is very warm, even God is taking care of him. He squeezed the trigger and took aim at her throat.If it was the will of the gods and my ancestors he pulled the trigger.There was no explosion, only a soft pop and a wisp of smoke. They were about to descend the steps when Charlie stopped suddenly with a stifled gulp.Andy put the box down immediately.He heard nothing, but he realized something terrible had happened.Something happened to Charlie. "Charlie, Charlie?" He stared at her in horror.She was like a statue, motionless, unbelievably beautiful against the white snow.Incredibly thin.Andy suddenly realized what was going on.This change was so huge and terrifying that he didn't realize it at first. What looked like a needle protruded from Charlie's throat.Her gloved hand found the needle and twisted it up horribly.A drop of blood flowed from the wound and slowly flowed down her throat, like a delicate little blood flower, staining the collar of her shirt red, just touching the fur collar next to the zipper of the fur coat. "Charlie!" he yelled.Just as she rolled her eyes and fell out, he stepped forward and grabbed her arm.He carried her to the front hall, calling her name over and over again.The pimple at her throat glistened in the sun.Her body was limp and boneless, as if she had died.He hugged her tightly and stared angrily at the sunny forest in front of him, which looked so empty without a bird singing. "Who did it?" he yelled. "Who did it? Stand up and let me see!" Don Jules rounded the corner of the vestibule.He's wearing an Adidas tennis suit, and in one hand he's holding a 2── "Who killed my daughter?" Andy screamed.The cry made his throat throb.He hugged her tightly.Her small body was terribly limp in the blue coat.He found the dart with his fingers and pulled it out, another drop of blood gushing out. Take her in.He thought he had to take her in. Jules approached quietly and attacked him from behind.Like actor Bush attacking President Lincoln.Andy jerked his body upwards, hugging Charlie even tighter.Then he fell forward and fell on top of her. "It couldn't be easier," Jules was saying to himself as Rainbird lay down on the late-March thaw and waddled to the cabin. "Effortless. I don't see why there's such a fuss?"