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"Bang-bang-bang-"

The deafening gunshots exploded in Calvin's ears, and being defenseless against the gunshots at such a close distance felt like someone suddenly punched you on the temple with a fist.Calvin's sight flickered, and then there was a loud voice.

He jumped up, hunched his neck and shoulders and curled himself into a ball as much as possible to reduce the size of his body, and then he turned his head and saw the fat priest with a gun - who looked clearly deranged. His fat face was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat, his face had turned purple, his eyes were protruding, and he was shooting in the hall with his gun raised.

For a moment Calvin thought the pastor was targeting himself, but he soon realized that didn't seem to be the case.The priest's attack was aimless. He shot at the dark ceiling, at the so-called "angel" portrait, and at the empty corner... The woman who was grabbed by Calvin before Screaming continuously with her hair down, she fell to the floor and wriggled non-stop, and the intercom system's screen always turned into a mass of shattered glass shards in the first few gunshots.The pastor's body was swaying left and right under the recoil of the submachine gun. The smoke from the gun muzzle made his face look hazy and distorted. The sound of the gun was mixed with a crisp metallic sound, which was the bullet hitting the hall A sound coming from a metal part somewhere.

A bullet bounced off the wings of the metal sculpture, piercing Calvin's cheek.

Calvin snorted, and the blood flowed out, accompanied by burning, bursting pain.At this moment, Calvin glimpsed the lonely white hospital beds in the middle of the hall, his heart stopped for a moment, and then he heard himself growl: "Stop—damn stop— —”

Now, Calvin even hoped that the pastor would shoot only himself.

Then he felt himself rushing towards the pastor, but time seemed to be deliberately slowed down by some great being beyond human cognition at this moment, Calvin felt that every step he took was like stepping under deep water, On the floor, on the walls, and on the ceiling, puffs of smoke rose up with the sound of gunfire. In his vision, the fragments were like dandelions made of inorganic substances, slowly, slowly moving around. Spread out.

"boom--"

Then Calvin saw the red flowers bursting from the beds—

"No no no don't come over don't come over I'm going to kill you I have a gun-"

The priest howled incoherently, he obviously didn't want to actually shoot those poor little people limp on the bed, he was just too scared... afraid of those smiling, half-rotten ghosts that only he could see them.

Some of them the pastor has only seen their photos (in the files that are urgently to be destroyed, the oldest one, if he is still alive, is probably in his 20s, and the youngest is the one he accidentally killed Some of them are even alive, some of them are long dead, these ghosts of the past, together with the girls whose faces are blurred in the hospital bed, stare at him from the back of the bed, hanging upside down in the angel's body. The statue giggled at him, and maggots continued to fall from the bloody hollow in his face.

When Calvin finally held down the pastor's trembling fat body, the pastor had also collapsed.

Calvin touched his temple, it was a merciless kick, and the priest's body fell to the ground, like a pig whose central nervous system had been mechanically severed in the narrow steel passage of a slaughterhouse.

The gun fell from his hand to the ground, the muzzle still had blue smoke, and the priest's arm turned purple because of the unstandard shooting posture before.Calvin did not commit his previous mistakes. He patched the pastor's temple on the other side, and then forcefully tore off the cross embedded in layers of fat on the pastor's neck, binding the pastor's hands firmly.

Then he stood up quickly, scrambling and rushing towards the hospital beds hit by the pastor.

He had never prayed so earnestly for God to grant him a miracle, but it could be seen that, like countless times in the past years, God was still offline this time.Those thin children had magnificent bright red flowers blooming on their chests, and their faces were pale.

"No no... no..."

Calvin groaned, he turned his head and yelled frantically at the woman in white robe who was ashen-faced: "Save—you fucking save me—"

The woman in the white robe had snot and tears all over her face. Calvin roughly dragged her by her hair and dragged her to the beds of those girls.

She looked completely terrified, and she couldn't even use her strength to stand still.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

All it takes is one look to tell that the girls who were shot were all dead, none survived.

One of the children happened to be hit in the head. When the white-robed woman was driven by Calvin to check the children, she just opened the thin curtain to take a look, then fell to the ground and vomited crazily.

Do not……

Calvin slowly walked to the hospital bed he had seen before, he opened the curtain, and then felt his strength seemed to be taken away at this moment, he knelt down on the ground suddenly, his chest trembled Stuffy, he found that he couldn't breathe at all, and a strong sense of suffocation enveloped him, and he stared at Isa's face on the hospital bed motionless.

He was the last to check on Isha, and he already had that terrible premonition, but he didn't know if he had the guts to face him...

Isha has a bloody hole in her chest.

The bullet ricocheted off a crucifix hanging on the wall, and then shot straight into her body.

The blood soaked the bed sheet under her body, but unexpectedly, the wound where the bullet entered was very small, and the wet blood bloomed slowly on the hospital gown, like a rose slowly blooming.

Time has stopped.

If there is anything God is merciful to these poor children, it is that even though a fat and ugly mental patient opened a bloody hole with a gun on them, they all have blood on their faces. A faint smile.

They looked peaceful, peaceful, and ruddy as if in unison.

It's like a parent's darling, falling asleep quietly under a lullaby.

And at this moment, Calvin heard a girl's voice.

"Brother Calvin."

That was Isa's voice.

"Isa?!"

Calvin raised his head in disbelief. He stared in shock at Isa's face—the girl's chest. The "rose" was still blooming, but she opened her eyes and lay on the bed calmly staring at the girl. Calvin jumped up in surprise.

"God, praise God, I praise him... I'll take you to the hospital, you'll be fine, you'll be fine..."

Calvin tried to hug Isa and take her away, but Isa raised her cold hand and stopped him.

"Brother Calvin, I got a better future, please don't worry."

Isa still said in that tone without even a trace of ups and downs.

Calvin's movements froze. Looking at the subtle expression on Isa's face, he felt a chill in his body - there was a look of fear and awe on the girl's face.

Her eyes are like a calm salt lake reflecting billions of stars, they are so quiet, steady and deep.

"Those priests raped me, and us." Isa continued, "Some children were taken to study the scriptures with the senior believers they brought, and those people were some powerful people , Their existence has made this sect more powerful and filthy... Those children have also been hurt."

"Isa..."

Calvin felt something cold soak into his body following Isa's voice, and his hands were shaking all the time.

Isa did not give Calvin a chance to continue speaking.

"...this behavior has been going on for many years, since the day you left. The children who resisted were killed by them, and the children who surrendered became one of them."

Isa's voice gradually became muffled, and a sad and terrified emotion emerged.

"...not just children, Brother Calvin, they will attack everyone, and we are all just its nourishment. Brother Calvin, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I hate..."

Calvin trembled more violently.

"They won't hurt you again, I swear, Isha, I swear..."

His voice was nasal.

And Isa's expression was a little dazed.

"Brother Calvin, you are a real angel..." She raised a hand, the slender, cold fingertips were stained with the bright red blood flowing from her body, and her fingers landed on Calvin's forehead , "Don't worry, I will protect the other children, I will take care of them... I am so hurt... Mom... I miss her so much... Mom..."

Isa's hand dropped, and the blood from her fingertips drew a bloodstain on Calvin's forehead.

"Oh my God... Isha... no..."

The young man bent his body like a bow, he embraced Isa, and let out a cry that was almost howling, the sound seemed to be squeezed from the depths of his soul.

He kept that movement and stayed there for a few seconds, that amazingly beautiful face had an extremely sad expression, at this moment he looked more like an ancient sculptor with a tragic theme carved from expensive jade statue.

However, he quickly let go of Isha.

He took a deep look at Isa, the expression on his face disappeared little by little, and the only thing left was the stone-like inorganic aura on his body.

The white-robed woman was half lying on the ground, in front of her was a puddle of vomit exuding a sour smell, her chin was full of viscous bodily fluids, but she didn't realize it, her pair of eyes that were muddy and numb by alcohol soaked At this moment, her eyes were firmly glued to the young man not far away... She couldn't tell what it felt like, but there was a certain bad breath in the air that made her feel bad.

She then saw the man bend down and pick up something, then returned to the pastor.

"Well……"

After seeing clearly what Calvin was holding, the woman's pupils constricted instantly, and she let out a long gasp in fright.

Calvin ignored her.

He was staring at the pastor on the ground, the fat man's eyeballs were trembling under his eyelids, Calvin knew he was about to wake up... He guessed right, a few seconds later, the pastor let out a painful moan, and then he slowly The swollen eyes slowly opened, and the vision was still a little dazed.

Apparently Calvin's previous kick to his temple had had some aftereffects, and the noble, fat, less fortunate priest had lost a bit of his memory.

Calvin stared patiently at the pastor until the pastor let out a muffled grunt as he slowly remembered what had happened.

"Old...old..."

He probably wanted to say "Help me," but Calvin had bitten his own tongue when he attacked him earlier, and now the lump of flesh was swollen and stuffed in his mouth with excruciating pain.

Calvin lowered his eyes, his pupils terribly bright in the dim light—like two flames burning behind his irises.

Then he raised his gun at the pastor who kept murmuring his mercy.

"Woo woo... woo woo..."

The pastor almost jumped up from the ground the moment he saw the muzzle of the gun. Of course, his body was only about an inch off the ground. His hands and feet bound by metal cross chains made him look like a worm of a fly. Generally, it bounces and wriggles desperately on the ground.

Calvin watched the pastor's intense fear at this moment calmly, and he was a little surprised to realize that he actually liked this scene quite a bit.

【"Hey, Calvin, you have to learn to let go of your hatred—hatred can't bring you any good, it will only devour your soul, and finally let you fall into hell..."]

Calvin felt the chill of the trigger on his fingertips.

He suddenly remembered the words that Dr. Holden always repeated to him when he was alive. The old man who was loving to him like a father was trying to make Calvin a kind and happy person until his death. He hoped that Calvin could Step out of the darkness of the past.

"...I'm sorry, Dad."

Calvin murmured unconsciously.

Little did he know that the muscles in his face looked twisted by some strong, dark emotion at this moment.

The "Calvin" imagined by the painter as an adult angel stays on the canvases around the hall, watching him in front of the pastor with a smile...

"I can't do anything..." Calvin stared at the pastor's trembling fat, and the eyes covered by the circle of fat, and probably felt Calvin's emotions. The pastor looked up at Calvin, sobbing Weeping and crying, at this moment, this fat man actually revealed some childishness, like a child crying out of fear.

"I hate them."

Calvin said finally.

Then he pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

The pastor's fat bounced and he fell back suddenly, with a hole in his forehead.

Blood flowed out, mingling with his tears.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

What followed was the scream of the woman in white robe.

Calvin turned his head to look at her. The woman held her face in her hands. She stared at the dead priest and screamed continuously. There was a puddle of suspicious fluid between her legs.

Calvin approached her expressionlessly.

"You killed him, you killed him, you killed him—"

Calvin raised his gun.

The woman's screams stopped abruptly at the gunpoint, tears, snot, makeup, and vomit mixed on the woman's face, and she began to hiccup because of extreme panic.

"You... you can't do this..." the woman begged in a low voice, and slowly kicked her feet on the ground, moving back, "...I...I have been saving people... ...I'm only in charge of the... smack... medical stuff...if you just want revenge... smack...you're done with vengeance...sl...I could go to jail...I swear I'll go as soon as I get out of here The one who surrendered...slightly...I...I'm guilty...I admit it, but I'm not guilty enough to die...uuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The crying sound mixed with the woman's hiccup sounded strangely funny.

"Yes, you are only in charge of medical matters. You never thought they would be treated like this. You are just very afraid of those people, those priests, and those dignitaries..."

Calvin spoke slowly, his tone even sounding mild.

His attitude gave the woman hope, and she nodded frantically.

"Yeah, that's right, I feel sorry for these kids, really...I just...suck..."

The woman met Calvin's gaze, and a stronger fear than before exploded in her heart.

omen.

She thought, or a woman's intuition.

She suddenly realized that the man in front of her was not even a little moved by her, because his body was already occupied by darker, bloodier and violent things, and there was no room for even a fingernail gap to place the human body. Some sympathy and pity.

"I am really sorry."

The woman said blankly that she didn't hiccup anymore.

And these are her last words in this world.

"boom--"

Calvin fired.

The author has something to say: a real woman in Hong Kong is just like what she said, and she is not guilty of death.

If the sentence is according to the law, it cannot be the death penalty. In fact, she has also been coerced.

I was a little hesitant to let Calvin kill her here... To be honest, this is actually not a correct choice.

But in the end, go to the fucking Virgin and don't deserve to die...

Calvin has turned on the blackening switch here, and the truth, goodness and beauty that Dr. Holden told him cannot fight against such evil.

Only death can.