[The Twilight Saga·Carlyle] Hidden God

Edmund curled up on the recliner in Carlisle's bedroom, resting his chin on one hand, flipping through the red book on his lap back and forth with the other. — A few seconds later, the boy closed the novel with a sharp snap and threw it halfway across the room.

The poor book spun a few times in the air, and then landed heavily on the soft quilt with a "poof".

Edmund found it difficult to concentrate on one thing now.Not even a very interesting science fiction novel could appeal to him.

He understood and respected Carlisle's wishes, but he couldn't bear to be ignorant. ——Such ambivalence made his mind almost a mess.

[Ask him, ask Carlisle. 】

【No, I shouldn't ask. ——That was his privacy. 】

[But we are family members, aren't we? —He couldn't hide it from me. 】

[No, I think I should respect Carlisle as he respects me. 】

The boy sighed and turned to look at the window beside him. ——The sky outside is still gray.

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Carlisle put a black coat on his arm, walked through the clean and tidy corridor, and gently knocked on the bedroom door.

"Ed? Can I come in?"

There is no response inside. ——Are you angry?

He stood there thinking for a while, then gently opened the door.

The boy was curled up in the recliner motionless at this moment, his heartbeat and breathing rate had dropped to a relatively low level, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Carlisle came in and sat next to Edmund, reaching out and gently rubbing the pink ear tips hidden in the hair with his fingertips. ——The latter murmured softly, turned over lazily, and lay flat on the deck chair.The white blanket that had been wrapped around his neck slid to his chest, but the boy who was still asleep didn't notice it at all.

"Ed." The handsome vampire parent put his hand on Edmund's shoulder and patted lightly, "Ed, wake up."

The boy trembled slightly, then opened those cat eyes that were as dazzling as jewels, and showed a questioning expression to the blond vampire in front of him.

"I want to take you to meet someone." Carlisle hugged the other person including the blanket with one hand, as if the boy was made of feathers, "Do you think it's convenient now?"

"I'm all right.—Whom are you taking me to?" Edmund asked suspiciously.

Carlisle didn't answer right away. ——He looked into the boy's eyes quietly, as if he was still thinking about whether to tell him in advance.

"...Is it Peter?" Edmund put his hand on the other's shoulder and asked eagerly, "Did they find Peter?"

Carlisle froze for a moment, then nodded. —The boy guessed right.He just got a call from Sheriff John Cleese.The sheriff asked him to take Edmund there so that he could better identify the body.

Yes, not "that person", but "that corpse".

Carlyle didn't really want to do that. —because he felt his boy had lost too much.

So, when he saw Edmund in the study just now, he kept silent about it. —He was thinking that there might be other ways to remedy it.He could ask Edward to look at the memory of Peter in the boy's mind, take note of the other's appearance, and then go to the scene to identify the corpse.

But after that?

What about when the bright boy finds something suspicious and discovers what he's been hiding?

Edmund would have been in more pain then than he was now.

Better to tell the boy. ——After that, stay with him well and tell him that he will never leave him.Let him know that there are still people in this world who care about him and need him.

Carlisle believed he would be fine.

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A black Mercedes Benz speeds across a path covered with green pine needles, startling a few sparrows that are chatting on the branches.They yelled in dissatisfaction, flapped their wings and flew to a more secluded place.

Edmund opened the window and looked at Carlisle who was turning off the fire with some doubts. ——He didn't understand why the other party stopped in such a place.Don't they go to the police station?

"Carlisle?"

"Get out of the car, Ed." Carlisle stroked the boy's hair and motioned him to open the car door. "We're going straight there."

"where?"

Carlyle didn't answer.

"Carlisle? Aren't we going to the police station?"

In the next second, Edmund found himself wrapped in a raincoat and lying on Carlisle's back. ——The other party was shuttling through the green forest at a speed that humans could not achieve.

This feeling is like flying.

The boy squinted his eyes and hugged the blond vampire's neck tightly while giving a small cheer.

Carlisle ran much more steadily than Emmett. ——The latter can only be handsome, and most of the time, he can't remember that behind his back is a weak human being instead of a powerful vampire.

"Can you hurry up?" Edmund asked loudly, pressing his head against the fabric of Carlisle's neck.

"You want speed? Then be careful and grab it." Carlisle gently squeezed the boy's warm hand, and suddenly accelerated his running speed.

In Edmund's eyes, the trees that were receding quickly had almost turned into an endless green canvas, and the cool wind mixed with tiny raindrops kept hitting his face, making him almost unable to open his eyes.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

A vampire can run as fast as a sports car with dual brakes and clutches.

What is the current speed?

180 yards?

It should be far more than that.

But soon, the boy was a little bit too much. ——Such a fast speed made him involuntarily feel a strong sense of dizziness, and his stomach began to convulse to express his dissatisfaction.He believed that if Carlisle continued to run at this speed, he might spit his lunch on Carlisle's back.

"Are you okay? Are you dizzy?" Carlisle is worthy of being an excellent doctor. ——He knew where the boy's limit was without asking. ——He stopped in time, stood on a flat open space, held the boy's hands up, and asked with concern.

"Well, I can't, I'm really dizzy. I will never let Edward carry me on my back, um, since he is the fastest one in the family.—I think I need to rest for a while..." Edmund shrugged The head said listlessly, "Can you put me down?"

"I think it's better for you to stay like this." Carlisle spread five fingers and gently pressed the boy's back, pressing the boy's body to his chest, "Let's wait a while, I will walk slowly the rest of the way of."

"Oh."

Edmund lay on Carlisle's shoulders, lowered his head and closed his eyes to rest for a while before gradually recovering. ——and Carlisle had already taken him to the center of the forest by virtue of this period of time.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be many people in the depths of the woods.But now, it is uncharacteristically lively here.

"Oh, you brought him, Mr. Cullen." When a young police officer saw Carlisle appearing in the open space, he immediately fixed his gun on his belt and held an umbrella (in fact, he There is no need to do this, the rain is basically negligible now) ran over quickly, "Thanks for your hard work."

Then he looked curiously at the blue-eyed boy in the other party's arms. ——This child of Asian descent looks about nine or ten years old, and his face is a little pale.His arms were wrapped tightly around the handsome, young surgeon's neck, and he leaned on the other's shoulder with an air of intimacy.

Is he "Edmund" as the sheriff calls it?Oh, God bless him, the poor boy. — thought the constable.

"Oh, nice to meet you, boy. I'm—"

"Edmund Cullen?" His words were interrupted by another female police officer.The other party was wearing a gray suit with a slightly darker police uniform over it.The beautiful straight black hair is tied into a long ponytail at the back of the head, looking serious and capable. —Edmund had seen her. —She is John Cleese's assistant, Vera.

"What happened to him?" The boy landed firmly on the ground, raised his immature face and asked word by word. —— Instead of going to the police station or the hospital, he made a special trip to this remote place full of police officers. ——If he can't guess what happened until now, he is no different from a fool.

"Yes...he's dead." Vera said expressionlessly. "sorry."

Carlisle's hand on Edmund's shoulder tightened suddenly, pinching the boy a little, but the latter's focus was not there at all.

Edmund stared at Vera with wide eyes, and then looked at the police officers coming and going around.

There was a disconcerting silence—

"Liar." The boy looked up at Carlisle, as if expecting the other party to say "Happy April Fool's Day" to him, even though it has been a long time since April Fool's Day. "How could Peter die?"

"I'm sorry, boy," said Vera, "but it's true no matter how hard you believe it. There's no way he'll come back to life."

"I don't believe it!" Edmund suddenly said loudly after being silent for a while, "I will see for myself! I don't believe you!"

After all, he turned around and ran towards the small abandoned factory in the middle of the open space.

Several police officers standing outside the door wanted to stop him, but Vera stopped him.

So Edmund ran unimpeded all the way to the weedy indoors.

The air here is quite humid, and there is also a disgusting smell.

"Peter!"

The figure of the boy stopped in front of a room on the second floor.He pressed one hand on the peeling paint door frame and looked inside quietly.

A few searchlights illuminated the room brightly, and almost every corner of the wall was glowing faintly.

In this way, he could clearly see the person lying on the floor of the room.

That's Peter?

The boy stared blankly at the corpse that seemed to have been decomposing for many days.

The humid air and warm environment seemed to encourage the proliferation of various microorganisms, making it impossible for the big boy's body to maintain its original shape very well.

The exposed skin of the corpse had bluish-purple plaques, almost covering its original whiteness.Large pieces of blood clotted into brown scabs stuck to the side face of that person, as if they were about to split and turn into brown powder at any moment.The brown pupils that were originally as warm as chocolate have turned black and spread, almost covering the entire white of the eyes, and they look quite terrifying under the light. ——The rotting stench emanating from the corpse was so strong that one almost wished to die on the spot.

Is this dead body really Peter?

No, how is this possible?

Edmund stood there blankly, almost losing the most basic thinking ability in his mind. —It never occurred to him that Peter would die.Even though the other party has been missing for almost a year, he has always believed that his brother will come back.

"Peter?"

The boy stood at the door for a while before moving his legs tremblingly into the room.

He knelt on the dusty floor and reached out to touch the corpse's arm.

"Don't touch it." The blond vampire who entered the room at some point firmly held Edmund's arm, stopping the boy's dangerous move in time. "Don't touch him, Ed. You might get some of the dead body germs."

The boy stared blankly at Carlisle's face, then looked down at Peter.

At this moment, a maggot as thick as a little finger slowly crawled out from the blackened wound on the corpse's neck. ——It squirmed a few times vigorously, and then got in through the open mouth of the corpse, and within a second, there was the sound of throat rubbing.

Seeing all this, Edmund suddenly jumped up like an electric shock, clutched his chest, bypassed Carlisle and the policemen who were waiting to record the information, and ran out like crazy.

The author has something to say: This is today's update~Please eat~

In fact, this is what Carlisle has been hiding from Ed.

The "V" was indeed a letter from the Volturi, but it was just a routine "Happy Birthday" greeting. ——From the letter, Katie can see that Volturi still doesn't know about Edmund (otherwise, with Aro's character, he will definitely ask Carlisle to take Ed to the city of Voltura in a disguised form) requirements like this). - This is excellent.

Then he wrote back to Arrow, planning when Edmund would go to Italy.

Rather than keeping it secret until the other party finds out, it is better to have a local showdown. ——Carter thinks so.

PS: Recently, I feel that comments have become so rare--.Wait, is it because the JJ system is so scumbag that I swallowed it all? !No, hey, hey!