《Tension》
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Homemade Gun
At dusk, in the dense forest, I was holding a homemade shotgun while my cousin carried two quails.
In the distance, there was a lake. Under the dim sunset, through the leaves, a silhouette could be vaguely seen.
“Look, what's that?” my cousin pointed at the "person" and said.
“Probably night fishing, not moving at all.”
“Doesn't look like a person, it's a bit far, can't see clearly,” my cousin said.
I squinted my eyes and looked closely, indeed I couldn't be sure if it was a person.
My cousin urged, “Fire a shot to check.”
“Are you crazy?”
“It's really not a person, and besides, from this distance, you probably wouldn't hit it anyway.”
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In the end, I fired that shot.
I was "confident" in my shooting skills.
With a "bang," the birds in the forest were startled and flocked away, and the figure by the lake seemed to fall respondingly.
I broke out in a cold sweat, couldn't come back to my senses for a long time, and my cousin was also dumbfounded.
For the first time in my life, I hoped my shooting wasn't that accurate.
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