Walking on a country path.
Alfred Linberg had a bruised eye, his body was weak, and his steps were slow and tired. Soon, he was panting heavily.
There was no sign of guilt in his eyes, as if he really didn't know what had happened at the pig farm.
"..."
Alison Thomson got closer to Ernie Daniel as they walked, vigilantly staring at the surrounding villagers.
She was worried these people might suddenly attack them again without warning.
Ernie noticed Alison's actions, his tense face relaxed, and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.
A strange feeling arose in his heart, so gentle it felt like a feather lightly scratching the tip of his heart.
After walking for ten minutes, the group arrived at Uncle Titus's pig farm.
The gate of the pigsty was wide open. Even from a distance, they could smell the pungent stench of blood, without hearing the pigs.
Everyone's expressions were complex, and each had their own suspicions as they stepped into the pigsty.
"Ugh—"
