His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

66 Dominate The Game

"Where are you taking me?" Even in doubt, I grabbed my coat from the bedside and put it on.

"You think I've poisoned your mind with o.pium, and now I want you to see your heart clearly," Daley said. "The rain has stopped. Don't you want to go out and get some fresh air?"

"Going out for fresh air at a time like this?" I glanced behind him. It was dark outside, and the air was damp.

"But it sounds good."

I changed and went downstairs to find Daley wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a long backpack behind him. It's a good thing he wasn't wearing that long white coat tonight, or I would have thought he was going to ask me to be part of his death trial again.

The night wind blew in my face. I couldn't help shivering. Daley drove me out of his house in his car. We were silent on the road as the car rolled slowly down the road. The road was dark on both sides and the wind rustled the leaves.

There are no street lights on the island at night, so we have to rely on car lights. I sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window. Rows of trees were retreating. Where the headlights shone, I could see the trunks and branches, but where they did not, everything fell into darkness.

After about 30 minutes of driving, Daley turned the car off the main road into a remote forest. As the car moved forward, the branches hit the windshield directly. The wheel moved slowly as if it had sunk into the mud. Finally, the car stopped on a more open lawn.

We got out of the car, and Daley took his long backpack out of the trunk and turned off the lights. Because the grass was slippery and sticky after the storm, I regretted not changing into a pair of night-walking sneakers. There was a thick fog in the forest, and my hair was wet all at once.

"You didn't tell me to come here," I complained. "At least you should have prepared me."

"Didn't you run away unprepared?" Daley sneered.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes at him. "Now what are we going to do? You don't really want to walk in the forest with me, do you?"

"Why not?" He smiled. "Keep walking and see what we can find tonight."

"You want to hunt?" I wondered. "I've never seen anyone go hunting in the middle of the night."

"Now you have."

He walked on, and I followed him. I wondered why he was traveling by the faint light of the stars instead of using an artificial light source. But he seemed to be familiar with the conditions of this deep forest, and he managed to get around puddles and rocks every time. Sometimes he would stop and listen to the sounds around him. Sometimes his eyes would be fixed on a certain place. When he stopped, I would follow his example and look around warily, but I couldn't find anything except the sound of the wind.

"Looks like we're out of luck tonight. The animals are hiding." He found a place with a big round rock and sat down. I sat next to him. His eyes were still looking around, as if unwilling to be left empty-handed.

"Do you hunt here often?" I asked. When I was young, my father used to go hunting in the fall. But when he goes hunting, he only takes Gina and Lydia. This also led me to know nothing about hunting techniques. Over time, I lost interest in the sport of hunting.

"To be precise, I just ended their lives," he said in a tone that did not exude the thrill of killing an animal, but his eyes were as sharp as a skilled hunter's.

Every time my father went out hunting, he would be very excited. His eyes always showed the unconcealed cruelty of a hunter. It was the thrill of conquest and combat.