deformed bone

Today I summon the heavens and the earth to testify with you, and I will present life and death, misfortunes and blessings before you.So you have to choose life, so that you and your descendants can survive.

——"Old Testament Deuteronomy"

Bright red rain fell from the sky.

Calvin raised his head, staring blankly at the dark purple sky.

The color of the cumulonimbus is so bright that it looks fake, the kind of color that can only be dyed by industrial dyes.

The raindrops fell on his face and hands like small bullets, hurting his skin.

The raindrops were warm, and after staining his skin red, they gave off a sweet rusty smell.

Oh, it's blood.

Calvin thought dully.

"Boom—"

A burst of dazzling light pierced his cheeks, and the familiar hot wind that seemed to be able to lift the skin and hair of a person from the bones rushed towards his face.

Calvin had to close his eyes.

It was a blast.

After the explosion, the ruins around him burst into flames.

The rain became heavier, but the fire also burned more violently.

The flames were soaked in blood and turned into a strange bright red, and the heat wave rolled up black dust, creating a small tornado between the ferocious bricks and charred corpses.

Above the dark purple clouds, there were countless bolts of lightning muffled, as if evil dragons were fighting and roaring with each other there.

Calvin strode with difficulty, struggling to walk in the mud that had become extra viscous and slippery from being soaked in blood.

He was walking among the soaring but charred remains of skyscrapers that were nothing but steel frames.

He was walking among mountains of car wreckage burning with flames.

He screamed, squirmed, and walked among the charred corpses trapped in the cracks in the ground.

He felt exhausted and desperate, and the soles of his feet were cut with countless bloodstains by sharp iron filings and stones.

He didn't know where he should go, and he didn't know where he came from. Every muscle and bone gap in him was filled with severe pain, and he didn't even know where he was. How to breathe in this pain—

The road seems to be endlessly long.

Calvin even had a feeling that he had been trekking this way for eons.

And then, he will continue to be here for the next billions of years, step forward, and never be free.

Because this is the road to hell.

……

"...#￥%&...%."

Calvin snapped his eyes open.

The crisp air, the smell of coffee, the singing of "Hi, Jude," and the bright light flooded at him all at the same time.

The gap between the nightmare and the reality made Calvin lie stiffly on the bed, and he didn't come to his senses for a long time.

"what?"

Then, Calvin heard a very familiar voice.

The music was turned off, and then there were hurried footsteps.

"Hey... Calvin, what are you talking about... wait, you're awake? God you really gotta tell me you're really awake..."

A handsome face appeared in Calvin's sight.

With mint green eyes and soft curly hair dyed brilliant red, the man looked more innocent than ever.

"Vigily?"

Calvin frowned and said.

Immediately, he couldn't help but frowned because of the severe pain in his throat and the unusually hoarse voice.

Vigili showed a face that seemed to be about to cry.

"Oh my God... Calvin! Thank God you finally, I mean, finally woke up..."

The handsome young man bent down and hugged Calvin tightly.

"Ah oh..."

Calvin took a deep breath—because of the pain that flooded into his body belatedly.

It was as if from the moment he woke up until this moment, his body finally regained the perception of pain.

The pain of the nightmare followed his soul, followed him all the way to reality.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Calvin barely managed to sit up from the bed with the help of Virgil.Of course, this kind of behavior undoubtedly ushered in Virgili's protest and dissuasion.

"You were shot, Calvin, six bullets, two near the heart - you should be thankful for that fellow Fugger's skills he developed during the Nazi period, otherwise I think we might really find a way to find an unmarked cemetery to bury you Go down. Yes, I will not throw your body on the street, you know, your body is too beautiful, if you really throw it on the street, who knows what will happen to you..."

"You are a bit talkative today." Calvin sucked in a small mouthful of air, so as not to lose his composure in the pain of his body, he gave Vigily a cold look, and then said, "Also, what happened to the Nazis?" ?”

Virgil didn't seem to realize his slip of the tongue until this time, he made an obvious remorseful expression, and then shrugged his shoulders at Calvin.

"Given the chance, I think you could actually ask that control freak yourself—"

He made a mischievous face at Calvin.

However, Calvin looked at him with an indifferent expression, without a smile, as cold as a real marble statue.

Ten seconds later, Virgil's smile also gradually, gradually disappeared from that face.Calvin did not hesitate to tore apart the white-washed rap and deliberately created relaxed atmosphere.

After that cruel night, both Calvin and Virgil (and his gang of personalities) obviously have some other insights into life.

After realizing this, Virgil finally let go of his stiff mask and revealed some real emotions in front of Calvin.

"Hey, Calvin." He suddenly lowered his head and rested his forehead on Calvin's shoulder, "...just a little bit, I'm going to lose you. You scared me, really, completely Broke me."

He said hoarsely, with a trace of imperceptible wetness in his words.

Calvin lowered his eyes.

In a place that Virgil could not see, a touch of helplessness and hesitation flashed in Calvin's eyes.

"Well, I know," he said.

In fact, Calvin thought he was going to die.

Of course he was aware that he had been shot, and more than one bullet had been fired.It's just that when doing those things, the pain of being shot seems to be erased by some stronger force.

After that, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to be helped into the ambulance.

After some driving, someone operated on him in the car.

Of course, that person could only be Fogg.

According to Virgil, half a month has passed since that night.

And Calvin has been in a coma.

"Your condition is unstable... Fuge has done his best, your injury is really too serious, but we can't take you to the underground clinic." When he said this, Virgil's expression was slightly unnatural .

Calvin blinked.

"The Adventists are looking for me." He said with great certainty.

"Well... Strictly speaking, they are looking for a 'peerless beauty who caused the tragedy in Angel Town'. They don't know that it is you...of course, they don't know that there is also me." Vigili said, "However, If at that time someone suddenly brought a peerless beauty who was bleeding profusely from a gunshot wound to the underground clinic for help, then the situation would not be very good. We discussed it and finally decided to take you here to recuperate without alarm Anyone's kind of healing."

Vigili rented a house in a small seaside town near the south, under his father's name, of course.

It is quite beautiful here, and many people spend some time in the beautiful villas by the sea every year.

In this environment, it seems so natural for a rich second generation like Virgil to fool around here with his beautiful boyfriend.

"...wouldn't attract much attention."

Virgil added.

In Vigily's description, Calvin, who was bleeding profusely, evaded the pursuit of the Adventists, escaped the police's interrogation, tried to find a way to operate on Calvin to remove the bullet, and then forged the alibi of the two people - this series His actions are all so simple and relaxed, just like the ending of the protagonist in a Hollywood movie.

But Calvin knew exactly how difficult it all was.

Calvin looked out of the window over Virgil's shoulder.

Sure enough, facing the window was a blue sea.

"I'm finally a little thankful that I didn't just die like this."

After a moment of silence, Calvin turned his head and said softly to Virgili.

"Though that song almost made me want to die all over again when I woke up."

Of course, he did not forget to add the last sentence.

Virgil finally smiled a little more relaxed.

"Hey Calvin, welcome back."

He moved towards Calvin and murmured in a low voice.

Calvin did not avoid the ensuing kiss from the green-eyed youth.

It was just a soft, vague probing at first.

Vigilie's lips were much drier than his words, which is enough to explain how this little white-faced rich boy's life has been going on during this period of time.Calvin tasted the faint smell of blood oozing from Virgil's chapped lips.It was supposed to make him feel a little sick, but for some reason, at this moment, he felt hot from it.

He accepted Virgili's temptation almost without hesitation, and he began to respond to the flexible and wet touch and entanglement.

Before they knew it, the two of them hugged each other tightly.

If all goes well, Calvin and Virgil will probably lie in that luxurious bed for an intense, post-coma recovery.

Of course, once the premise of "if all goes well" appears, it can only show that the subsequent development is not satisfactory.

The moment Virgili tried to press Calvin on the bed, the muscles on the latter's face twisted due to the severe pain.

"Oh shit—"

Virgili's beloved angelic beauty added an obscenity in passing.

"I got six fucking bullets okay?!"

Calvin screamed at Virgil.