deformed bone

Calvin felt that he should not recognize Isa.

In his memory, Isa is still the little girl with ginger hair and a little too mature in her speech and behavior. She may be a little malnourished. Of course, girls who grow up in that environment are a little malnourished. But no one can deny that one day Isha will turn into a beautiful girl with beautiful eyes and a very three-dimensional face, such a girl is enough to make all the boys in the school fall in love with her when she is 16 years old...

That's a future Isa can't have—even if someone else had imagined it for her.

But now Isa has become an ugly lump of flesh on the hospital bed. Her small body and emaciated appearance reminded Calvin of the mummies just dug up in Peru—the same bloodless skin as the mummies, and His appearance was swollen from the beating.The sweet metallic smell of blood and the peculiar stench of rotting meat exuded from the girl's body at the same time, and Calvin almost spat it out.

A large amount of blood poured out from Yisha's abdomen, soaking the entire hospital bed like gurgling water, and the dark red liquid gathered under the cold and crude hospital bed to form a pool of blood, tick, tick, tick... The thin quilt on Isa's body should theoretically be light blue with a clean breath, but at this moment it is just a scarlet, heavy sticky shroud.

And Isa's ghost was standing next to the hospital bed, she stretched out her arm straight, pointing at Calvin with her bloody fingertips.

Calvin slid a step aside, a gust of wind brushed his cheek.

The scorching human body temperature was accompanied by the smell of sweat from the middle-aged man, and Calvin dodged the fist that was attacking him.The attack came from the fat priest. The man's facial muscles twisted, and beads of sweat fell from the trembling fat.

"Oh, you devil!"

He let out an inarticulate squeal like a piggy, and rushed towards Calvin again.His big body combined with the gestures of claws and claws looked a little scary, but for someone like Calvin, Mr. Pastor's vain footsteps perfectly revealed the fact that he hadn't been to the gym for a long time.

Calvin kicked him in the crotch without hesitation, and then punched him on the temple when the man hunched up while clutching his lower abdomen.

A thin stream of blood gushed out from the pastor's nose and lips. He probably bit his tongue, and then he fell down with a thud, like a pig in a factory being knocked down by electricity.

Calvin looked towards the hospital bed again, his pupils dilated slightly - no blood, no horrible mummy-like pieces of flesh, no ghosts.

Yisha was lying pale on the hospital bed, covered with a light blue quilt.

The transparent ventilator covers her mouth and nose, and the arms protruding from under the hospital gown are very thin.

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed and her head tilted slightly, as if she had just fallen asleep.

"Damn—how dare you—how dare you—"

A scream of fear and panic pierced the air suddenly.

Calvin turned his head abruptly, just in time to see the white-robed woman who staggered up from the ground, she yelled and covered her nose with her hand, she was still bleeding from the nose.

"Someone trespassed illegally, someone trespassed illegally..."

She covered her face and ran across the room, and Calvin saw the intercom installed on the wall.

He immediately chased after the woman, but in this short period of time, the woman had already slapped the call button on the walkie-talkie.

"Help, someone has broken in, come quickly—"

She yelled incoherently into the pitch-black screen.

However, there was no response from the opposite side of the screen that was supposed to light up immediately.

"Squeak - cluck - da - zizi -"

A few seconds later, the green indicator light representing the normal circuit flashed continuously on the surface of the black plastic, and there was an unusually harsh electric sound from the honeycomb-shaped loudspeaker.

"Hey, You--"

Calvin blocked the woman from behind with a livid face.

What he wanted to know was what was going on here.

The woman was pressed hard against the wall by him.

"You better tell me the fucking truth, what the hell did you do?!"

Gritting his teeth, Calvin stared at the woman whose lower half of her face was already stained red by nosebleed.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. This is the inner hospital of the Adventists. The girls are sick. We're just taking care of these poor children..."

The woman blinked nervously, and she spoke quickly to Calvin.

But she stopped before she could finish her sentence.

From Calvin's point of view, only the woman's eyes enlarged for a moment due to extreme panic can be seen.

"I don't like to torture people, tell me the truth!"

Calvin snarled angrily, but the woman's gaze passed him straight behind him.

"How is it possible... oh my god... no, no... the Son of Light will protect me, the Son of Light will protect me, regardless of my affairs..."

The woman suddenly started muttering inexplicably, and the sweat seemed to soak her face.

"No—" she cried out suddenly, the cold sweat on her neck felt soaked with oil.

Calvin felt her twist violently, and break free from his grasp.The woman ran towards the other side, and it wasn't until this moment that Calvin realized that there was a door on the other side of the room, but it was different from the gorgeous door when he came in, that door only had a gray metal fireproof board , which is obviously only an emergency exit (but it seems that this door is the real entrance and exit in daily use).

And now, that door is locked.

"No, no, no..." The woman tugged the doorknob back and forth, she didn't understand why the door, which was fine before, was locked without her noticing.

"Zizi—Zizizi——"

The weird voice from the walkie-talkie came from behind the door, and the woman took a step back in horror, seeing bean-sized scarlet drops of water slowly seeping out from the gap between the doors.

"he he he he he……"

Small, the girl's laughter rang in her ears.

The woman froze completely in place because of the fear.

Then her head hurt, and she was pulled back by a force——

"Don't pretend to be crazy, tell me what you did?!"

Calvin yelled, he grabbed the woman in white robe by her hair, and dragged her towards Isa's hospital bed.

The woman struggled like a dying fish in his hands.

"I don't know anything...I swear, I don't know anything...I'm sorry, I'm sorry...God, they just told me some girls need to be taken care of..."

The white-robed woman's feet kicked on the ground in vain, but when she screamed, her eyes did not fall on Calvin.

"Snapped……"

A loud slap.

Calvin withdrew his hand and forced the woman to meet his gaze. The palm print quickly appeared on the latter's face, her face was swollen, and nosebleeds spurted out like a broken faucet.

But at last, she recovered from that crazy look.

She was panting heavily, tears welling in her eyes.

"I... I just... I thought it was just that some of the little girls who were taken care of were sick... Then I found out that they did this to these children and left... I... I thought about calling the police, but they They've been threatening me...that's a group of powerful people, and there's nothing I can do...sorry...sorry..."

She apologized continuously.

Behind Calvin, Isa's body trembled slightly.

And at this moment, a black shadow slowly emerged from behind Calvin.

The obese pastor with blood on his face and red eyes approached Calvin step by step, holding a Glock 19 in his hand.His hands were shaking with pain and panic, but he swore he knew how to shoot.

Maybe his aim is not good, but just a few more trigger pulls will solve the problem.

The pastor felt something stuck in his throat, and he desperately held his breath, trying not to let Calvin, who was questioning, find him.

And just as he slowly pulled the trigger, a pair of cold, thin hands stretched out from behind him silently and covered his wrists.

"whee."

The girl's hoarse laughter rang viciously in his ears.

A shadow flickered across the corner of the priest's eye.

tick-

Cold, foul-smelling fluid dripped down the back of his neck.

The pastor jerked his head up, and then, unable to control his breathing anymore, he let out a gasp.

He saw a swollen, rotting face.

The golden hair has lost its luster, the white skull has been stained with moss, tiny white worms are wriggling in the black-red carrion...

"I am a bad boy, sorry, my lord pastor, I am a bad boy."

The jaw of the face opened and a swollen tongue fell out.

It spoke to the pastor vaguely and without any ups and downs, and the voice sounded so familiar... Ah, yes, it was somewhat familiar.

the priest thought vaguely.

Was it two years ago, or a year ago... maybe the child from earlier?He forced the kid, but it was a goddamn, uneducated feral cat - he bit the priest straight away, leaving a goddamn bloody tooth mark on the priest's fat inner thigh, just barely Reverend Son is about to become some sort of laughing stock third-degree cripple.It terrified the pastor, I have to say, it's always hard to control one's behavior in that emotional situation.

Well, the pastor admitted, he was a little out of control.

When he realized it, the boy's body was still warm.

When climbing down from the emaciated boy, the pastor found that the sheets were covered with blood, and of course there was some blood on the ground—the boy died two days later.

The pastor was sorry, but he got his punishment—the Adventists managed to bury the kid and demote him.

For the first few months the pastor had nightmares, but soon he forgot about the child.

until this moment.