deformed bone

Without any hesitation, Calvin quickly took a step back and quietly slid into the darkness behind the door.

Then he closed the door softly.

"There's no one here, I told you so."

"But he said the man was headed in this direction—"

"I'll bet you two buttered hot dogs that guy's going the other way."

……

Calvin heard several searchers talking to each other for a while standing behind the door.The group then gradually walked away.

At this time, Calvin adjusted his breathing carefully, and slowly left the door panel next to him.

There are no lights here, and the only light source comes from the emergency sign located on the dado. The green light source is projected from the inside of the plastic plate marked with [Exit], forming a small ball of green light in the darkness.

There was silence in the darkness, and the temperature of the air was much lower than that in the corridor behind the door.

Calvin stopped after taking a few steps.His breath was too stagnant, and his intuition told that there was no one else in this area but him, but this didn't stop him from becoming a little nervous—if there was no one else here just now, then who drove it for him just now? Door?

As if to answer Calvin's inner question, there was a small rustling sound in the darkness.

"Who--"

Calvin almost jumped up, he turned sharply to the direction of the voice, and asked in a low voice.

"..."

The shadows behind the green light were silent.

Calvin stood there motionless, and after a few seconds, he walked quickly towards the source of the sound.Passing the emergency sign, the carpet that was supposed to be scarlet was turned an ugly dark brown by the green light.

Like dried blood.

Calvin felt a little cold, his heart pounding in his chest.That rustling feeling would appear every once in a while, so subtle that if you don’t listen carefully, you will regard it as your own hallucination—in fact, Calvin has to admit that at this moment, even the sound of his own heartbeat seems to be It's more real than that voice.A strange feeling slowly soaked into his body as he walked, his brain seemed to be isolated from the body, the light, sleepwalking feeling was in stark contrast to the tightness of the body, as if his There is a blurred barrier between the spirit and the body.

The corridor was terribly dark, and Calvin felt in a trance that this was probably the darkest corridor he had ever walked through.

Of course, he does not lack the experience of walking in the dark, but that experience is far from comparable to this moment (from a realistic point of view, it is possible that Calvin at least has the green light of the emergency sign Brighten the path under your feet) - the darkness in this corridor is more like a void in a different space. The cold and thick darkness is not just the darkness itself, it is more like some kind of reality that cannot be described in words. thing.

Calvin's sweat soaked through the innermost layer of evening gown. In order to save time, Calvin didn't bother to take off the expensive evening gown when he changed into the man's clothes. He just tied the hem of the skirt tightly. It's easy to move when you get up.But looking at it now, it was obviously a wrong decision. After being soaked in sweat, the evening dress became wet and slippery, clinging tightly to Calvin's body like the skin of some kind of animal.

Calvin felt himself walking faster involuntarily, and the corridor behind him was as silent as a morgue.

"call……"

Calvin sensed that strangeness.Amidst his somewhat uncontrollable breathing, another voice seemed to be heard.

It was a small, almost hallucinatory voice.

It was another person's breathing that overlapped his.However, when Calvin held his breath suddenly, all his ears could catch was the white noise produced by the brain itself under extremely quiet conditions.

Then Calvin saw another door.

The door was at the end of the corridor, just like the one he had opened earlier, dark red with a cold metal plate.

A ray of golden light slowly shot out from the crack in the door.

The door wasn't locked, it was just ajar.

Calvin stopped in his tracks, his brows were tightly locked together, and the feeling that his heart seemed to be pinched became more and more obvious.After a brief hesitation, Calvin carefully put his hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open.

He entered a room.

This room is almost as big as a small warehouse, or it would be more appropriate to describe it as a "hall". The high ceiling is painted with retro-style angel color pictures, and the walls are all decorated with dark red wood grain panels. Gilt relief with vines and birds.On the wall facing Calvin, there is a huge cross with a height of one person. The angel statue on the cross is lifelike, and the gray pupil is staring blankly at the pale Calvin.

However, in such a luxuriously decorated room, there are rather abrupt furniture—there are seven cold hospital beds.

The emergency system stands next to the hospital beds, and each bed is completely covered by hanging curtains.

The monotonous and regular electronic sound of the vital signs monitoring system "tick" and "tick" echoed in the air, drifted down, and disappeared.

Next to the hospital bed closest to the cross, there were two people surrounded by them, their figures were also covered by the light blue curtain, and the light cast their thick black shadows on the thin cloth.

When the shadow trembled, Calvin couldn't help but think of the dementor described in the famous wizard novel.

"...that's going to be a problem. The others are fine, the stuff in the ambulance is enough to get them there, but this girl... I know you don't like to hear that, but," the woman seemed to sigh With a sigh of relief, "Dear Mr. Pastor, if you continue like this, there will be problems. There is no way for this girl to leave here, she is still in critical condition!"

"She made a mistake, and we're just trying to fix it, and the new Retribution Priest is a bit inexperienced... oh, damn it."

It was a man who responded to the woman, his tone full of annoyance and annoyance.

Calvin walked towards them slowly, the two immersed in the conversation seemed completely unaware of Calvin's arrival.

Calvin's eyes fell on the feet of the two men.

The curtain did not cover their feet. Calvin saw a pair of simple-looking but well-crafted leather shoes. Next to the leather shoes was a pair of nurse shoes with a heel of about five centimeters, beige stockings, and slightly swollen calves. .

And at the feet of the two, a pair of small and slender bare feet swayed gently.

At that moment, Calvin saw the black and red wounds and blood on the soles of those feet.

Calvin's chest was tight, and the cold feeling slowly permeated his body. He didn't hide his steps, but the two people inside the curtain still didn't hear Calvin's voice.

When passing by another hospital bed, Calvin gently raised the isolation curtain with his fingers and took a look inside.

A girl with a swollen body was lying quietly on a snow-white bed sheet, with an oxygen mask covering her mouth and nose. Calvin saw a clear black pinch mark on her throat—the girl's skin was as blue as death. .

"I still need some medicine, and I will send it to your mailbox later..."

The woman said to the man.

"What you want is always something troublesome, I can only want you to promise that I will as soon as possible but..."

"But this girl will probably die," the woman interrupted, looking impatient, "I really don't know how you did this, didn't you find out that she was pregnant when you did that kind of thing?"

Calvin turned his head abruptly, staring at the bed.

His heart seemed to be suddenly equipped with eight motors, and now the little meatball was bouncing crazily in his chest, as if it was going to explode in the next second.

"...We just haven't had time to give her a medical examination! At that time, she was planning to escape with another holy child candidate."

"Did you check the other holy boy afterwards?"

"Of course, thanks to the blessing of the angel, the child is normal—just a little frightened." The man's voice paused, then subconsciously lowered, "Someone will help solve that problem."

The woman stood back a few steps, and her tone overflowed with a little disgust: "Don't tell me this, I don't want to know that disgusting thing."

While speaking, she lifted the partition curtain and turned out from behind the cloth.

She was a thin woman with sloppy clothes and a white robe that didn't fit well. Her eye sockets and ears were flushed red, and her arms were trembling when she raised them—— That tremor that damages the nerves from excessive drinking.

Then she raised her head and met Calvin's gaze in great surprise.

"Well--"

By the time Calvin realized what he was really doing, his body was already in motion.

His fist slammed into the woman's face quickly and hard.

A warm liquid splashed onto his fist at that moment, and the woman fell straight to the ground before she even had time to let out a wail.She covered her face with her hands, and nosebleeds gushed from her fingers like a fountain, and it took a few seconds before she had time to let out her first wail.

"Who?!"

The man behind the curtain showed half of his face in a panic. He was wearing the robe of an Adventist pastor, and three long chains of different styles were hung around his neck. Calvin waved it without waiting for him to finish the word. another fist.

But this time, he only had time to hit the priest's fat-covered side face. Under the impact, the priest screamed and hid to the other side... Then, "that girl" on the hospital bed behind him was revealed.

— That's Isa.