deformed bone

This is the most common storage room for cleaning supplies. There is a square incandescent lamp inlaid in the middle of the suspended ceiling on the top. The light is cold and harsh. The three walls of the room are decorated with light gray aluminum alloy objects without any sense of aesthetics. Racks, rolls of paper, bleach, disinfectants, Asuka brand silver tape, all kinds of white plastic jars for no apparent purpose, and the lower layer is a replacement carpet neatly rolled into a tube.

Probably because of the tight deadline for completion, a layer of dark floor leather was hastily laid on the concrete floor, which was slightly uneven.

The moment the man entered the cleaning room, Calvin knocked him to the ground with a broken mop.

"boom--"

The man fell straight to the ground before he even had time to let out a muffled groan. The sound of his body slapping the ground gave Calvin an illusion at that moment, as if he had directly killed this man.Calvin stretched out his hand and dragged the man up, the latter's head was raised up, his nose was injured when he fell to the ground, and bright red blood flowed out from the crooked nostrils.Calvin's eyes trembled, and after a while, he realized that the man was still breathing, and he tied the man firmly to the metal frame with a bundle of nylon rope.

A few minutes later, the man finally woke up leisurely.

He didn't seem to understand the situation at all, and let out a painful moan with a distorted expression.

Calvin bent down and raised the man's chin with his hand. He swept across the man's swollen face emotionlessly, and then began to ask the man about Isa.

"I have no idea……"

Muscles in the man's face twitched with pain, and he looked at Calvin in bewilderment, a mix of dazed and fearful eyes.

Calvin punched the man.

In stark contrast to his violent behavior, his tone was the same as before, cold and quiet—at this moment he looked almost a little Reed.

"I know that group of children is here," Calvin said. "There are not many of them. There is no way you don't know where they are."

The man who had shown a fascination with Calvin 10 minutes ago now looked at Calvin as if he was watching a demon crawling out of hell.

"Those candidate holy children... I know they are messing with the damn holy child candidates... but I don't know the specific situation. They don't allow a newcomer like me to intervene in this kind of thing..."

Blood gurgled down from the wound in the man's hair, and flowed down his deformed cheek from the beating into the black neckline.His eyes had become two protruding lumps of flesh with thin slits.

"Look, you clearly know 'Sacred Child'."

Calvin said, his hands raised.But before the new fist landed on the man's face, the man shed tears, nodded his head desperately, and made an inarticulate voice: "I just don't know where they are...the pastors are worried that those children will cause trouble. Necessary note...they let those kids go first..."

Calvin's face became extremely gloomy after hearing the man's answer. Obviously, this was not good news.

"Why are they afraid that their children will attract attention? What are they doing to those children?"

Calvin patted the man's sweaty cheek and asked. The latter's body was trembling, and the iron frame behind him began to creak.

"I have no idea……"

"Where did those kids stay before?"

"Eastern podium... oh my god, that's all I know—"

He didn't finish the sentence because Calvin hit him again with the mop that knocked him down earlier.

The man fell into a coma again.

Calvin stared at him for a while with his head down.

"bad luck."

Calvin murmured.With all his might, he managed to infiltrate the Adventist church, kidnap and knock out a low-level staff member, and finally got the word: Isa might not be in the church at all.

There is not much time left for Calvin, even if the man lying at his feet like a dead dog is just an inconspicuous staff member, his disappearance will eventually attract the attention of the Adventists, let alone "Lier" also appeared at the place where it should be.

And once the Adventists find this man, everything he knows about Calvin will be exposed to those greedy pigs.

Calvin bent down, and his hand rested for a moment on the man's aorta, human blood vessels throbbing lively under his fingers.

Calvin could feel his heart beating faster.

【You should kill this man. 】

A voice spoke clearly in his head.

Killing this man would be the best choice.

For some reason, Calvin felt that the voice contained the accents of Reed, Virgil and Fogg.

After a few seconds of pause, Calvin sighed deeply.

He changed into the man's clothes, a black tunic, linen trousers, and calfskin shoes.The wig, which had been rudely ripped off, was placed over the man's head by Calvin.The man's mouth was stuffed into his own sock to make sure he couldn't yell when he woke up.

Calvin opened the door of the cleaning room with his head down, and after wearing the man's clothes, he looked like a real low-level Adventist priest, provided of course that his face could not be seen clearly: Calvin did not Time to clean off the make-up on his face. Of course, even if he did that, the situation would not be any better. After all, there is no newcomer in this building with his eye-catching face.

Calvin walked quickly along the long corridor towards the east podium building that the man said. No matter what, he always felt that he should go there anyway.He walked through prayer rooms with closed doors, side halls that looked brand new and unused, corridors and stairs leading to nowhere like cobwebs.In a tense mood, Calvin even had the illusion that he had fallen into a maze... From the outside, this building is indeed quite magnificent, but is it really so huge?Faint doubts flitted across Calvin's heart, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, as if someone was secretly peeping at him in the dark.However, when Calvin turned his head suddenly, all he could see was one portrait after another hanging on the wall. The painters imagined Calvin's appearance when he was a child by trying to figure out what he would look like when he grew up. Because of this, the angels in those portraits each had the same distorted, rigid face, and they looked like plastic dummies, grinning and giving Calvin a slight tingle in his stomach. uncomfortable.

Each angel is deliberately painted with huge, gorgeous wings.

Calvin felt that those people would never be able to imagine what it would be like to have soft white maggots crawling out of the feathers of those wings... But he knew, he knew it clearly.

At the end of the corridor, Calvin saw a closed double door.

The door was painted crimson, and beside it was a cold silver metal plate with black lacquer writing on it—[East Podium Room 203—320].The lettering on this metal plate reminded Calvin of gravestones in the cemetery, and the same lettering was inscribed on the expensive marble slab in Dr. Holden's grave.Calvin pulled the elegant brass bow handle, and the door made a few rattling sounds, but it was not pulled open.As expected, the door was locked.

Calvin frowned, not flustered.He took out a thin iron wire he found in the cleaning room before, and inserted one end of the wire into the lock hole on the door in an attempt to open the door.

"laugh……"

And when Calvin studied the door carefully, he vaguely heard the soft laughter of a little girl behind the door.That small voice instantly lifted Calvin's spirits.

"anyone there?"

He pressed his lips against the slit in surprise and shouted.

"..."

But after waiting for a long time, there was still silence behind the door.The child may have escaped.

Calvin took a deep breath, leaned closer to the crack of the door, and looked inside hard.

There seemed to be something flickering in the crack of the door, but in the end the only thing Calvin could see clearly was a thick darkness.The air that escaped from the other side of the narrow door had a slightly pungent smell of disinfectant.

Calvin shuddered involuntarily, he felt a little cold, and for some reason, he finally felt that the light here seemed a little dim, so that the process of unlocking him was not smooth.

Just like the "bad luck" that Calvin muttered before, he didn't have time to open the door, but a faint human voice came from the other end of the corridor.

"Hey...do you want to go over there and have a look..."

"Has Area D been inspected?"

"That's a dead end..."

……

Calvin didn't know if this was a routine inspection, or the unlucky man he stuffed in the cleaning room had already been discovered.He let out a curse from the bottom of his heart, and thin beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.His palms were also sweating a lot, and the thin wire slipped back and forth between his fingers.

Those people probably came towards Calvin from another corridor, and the sound of their leather shoes stepping on the floor became more and more clear.Calvin's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and his current position was at the end of all the corridors, which meant that even if he wanted to leave through other passages, he would not be able to escape the sight of people passing by.

If Calvin didn't want to fight those people, the only way was to open the door as soon as possible—but the lockpicking skills learned from Dr. Holden encountered difficulties for the first time.It was as if someone had firmly grabbed the lock on the other side of the door. No matter how hard Calvin tried, he still couldn't open it.

"La la la..."

In the extreme tension, Calvin seemed to hear the soft humming of a little girl from behind the door.His breath was stagnant, and then he realized that what he actually heard was an ethereal singing voice from a farther place. It wasn't until this moment that Calvin realized that the singing of the hymn that made "Lier" full of joy had already begun .

"Damn-"

Calvin spoke in a voice only he could hear.

Now he is not surprised why someone came to inspect.

Beads of sweat trickled down the tip of his nose slowly.

"Clap."

"Clap."

"Clap."

The chaotic footsteps of the men were getting closer, Calvin slowly straightened up, facing the direction where the men were about to appear.He pulled the wire out of the keyhole, clamped it between his fingers, and clenched his fists.

Calvin was ready to fight—but at this moment, he heard a crisp and dark sound from the lock behind him.

He turned his head abruptly, and was a little shocked to find that the previously locked door had been opened a thin crack.