deformed bone

Virgil's eyes flickered.

His breathing quickened, his face brightened, his cheekbones painted a pink of excitement.

Even the way he looked at Calvin seemed to be infected with heat.

"Well, I'm almost flattered when you say that." After a while, Vigilie seemed to have finally connected the language system in his body, and he replied hoarsely, "Well, I actually know some basic Bandage, your back wound still needs to be treated, I hope you won't regret not letting that guy Fogg come out to take care of all this."

Calvin raised his eyes and looked at the distraught Virgil in front of him.

The so-called not wanting to deal with anyone but Virgil was of course a lie, and Calvin was sure that Virgil knew he was lying.But just as his intuition told him, Vigili acquiesced to the continuation of the lie.

Virgil's fiery infatuation for him had become a bridle, and deep down Calvin knew he could make Virgilia do anything—a pang of self-loathing upon realizing it. So slow that it came to Calvin's mind.

But he knows that even if time goes back and he is given another chance, he will still make the same choice and tell the same lie.

Of course he couldn't let Fogg appear.

Calvin didn't have much communication with the British doctor, but he knew that that one was not as easy to fool as a cookie like Vigilie.

Whether it's his current physical abnormality or the thing he wants to do, he doesn't want others to know.

"Hey Calvin..."

Probably aware of Calvin's tension, Vigily suddenly spoke.

"Everything will be fine, I promise."

Vigili said.

Calvin smiled at him, but said nothing.

After a while, Virgil stood up from the bed, and he planned to get the first-aid kit left by Fogg.And Calvin just in time suggested that he needed to go to the bathroom first.

"Oh my God, I don't need my consent for this kind of thing. We're not in a kindergarten now... But, be careful not to toss your wound any more. There was some blood oozing from the wound just now."

Vigily didn't feel suspicious at all this time, he earnestly ordered.

Calvin waved his hand to signal that he heard, and then closed the bathroom door in front of Virgil.

Of course, the restrooms in the Villa Reid, which is used for seaside vacations, are also very luxurious. The walls and floors are covered with creamy marble with golden veins, and the crystal lamps and metal ornaments make the restrooms look magnificent.Naturally, Calvin didn't pay attention to this. He went straight to the floor-to-ceiling mirror by the bathtub, took off his clothes, turned his back, and then turned his head to observe the reflection of his back wound in the mirror.

Of course, those gunshot wounds on his back can be regarded as horrible-seeing these wounds, even Calvin himself felt that it was a miracle that he survived.But of course the focus is not on those gunshot wounds. What Calvin really cares about is the two old wounds that look inconspicuous against the backdrop of the gunshot wounds: the marks left by the two wing amputation operations.

The ugly scar below the shoulder blade was inflamed and swollen, and Calvin could feel the pain as if it were being burned.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and clenched his teeth tightly.

He stretched out his arm, wrapped it around his shoulder, and reached for one of the wounds in a rather awkward way.

"call……"

The muscles in his jaw tensed, his breath was hot, and tiny beads of sweat oozed from his pale skin.

The pain is getting worse.

His fingertips were embedded in the red and swollen scar, and he pressed it carefully, searching for the little bit of abnormality he had noticed before.

That's right, it's different.

When he was pushed down on the bed just now, Calvin felt as if something was pressed against his back, as if a small stone (of course, you could also say it was a pea) was stuck on his shoulder blade.

At first, Calvin didn't realize that there was anything wrong with it, until a certain moment——the moment when his brain, which was slightly overheated by Virgil, finally calmed down, he suddenly remembered, where did the foreign body sensation come from? come.

For more than ten years before he cut off that damned wing, he endured that terrible foreign body sensation all the time.

He also had pain in his shoulder blades when he lay flat on his back.

The heavy, cumbersome wings stuck between him and the sheets, keeping him up at night.

Of course, the foreign body sensation that Calvin feels now is not obvious, but as a person who has spent countless years with the deformity on his back, Calvin knows that there is something growing on his back, and that damn thing grows on his back. His shoulder blades—where those two scars were.

A line of bright red blood ran down Calvin's back, slowly flowing down his undulating, slightly trembling muscles.

Calvin breathed out and inhaled in small, rhythmic breaths, his heart beating fast.

Time seems to be stretched infinitely.

Calvin's fingertips touched swollen flesh, wet and sticky blood, and...

A small piece of something solid.

The moment he touched that thing, Calvin felt every nerve in his body bounce.

He felt that his blood seemed to be burning, and a white mark suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

In a short moment, he completely lost control of his body.Like a string doll whose strings had been cut off, Calvin fell to the ground with a bang.

"Calvin?!"

When Calvin fell, he accidentally knocked over the heavy spiral metal decorative frame next to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the roar soon alarmed Virgil.

The young man with mint green eyes barely hesitated, kicked open the bathroom door and rushed in.

"Jesus—Calvin! What's wrong with you?!"

Vigily screamed, but the sound fell in Calvin's ears, but it was indistinct, like the sound of a radio barely passing through three layers of glass-there was still a hissing white voice in the voice. noise.

"I... damn... wings..."

Calvin's vision was dim.

He tried to speak with difficulty, but only fragmented words slipped out of the corners of his mouth.

Calvin didn't realize that he was convulsing unconsciously until Virgil held him tightly in his arms.

The intense stimulation from the wound on the shoulder blade still left an aftertaste, constantly washing away his spirit.

Calvin felt as if his body had been thrown into a boiling hot soup pot, which was also electrified.For a moment, he seemed to have suddenly fallen back into that childhood nightmare many, many years ago.His body began to become weak and thin, and the muddy rainwater fell straight from the sky, flapping on his two wings that kept crawling out of maggots.

He lay there, staring at the sky, feeling like he had reached hell.

Oh no--

he thought vaguely.

Maybe he never left that time and space from the beginning to the end, growing up, Dr. Holden, Isaac, Virgil, and Isa... everything may be his hallucination.

He'd been there from the beginning, in that dirty back alley under the heavy rain, between those two heavy rotten flesh.

And at this moment, a pale face suddenly appeared in Calvin's completely distorted field of vision, which was covered with dancing stripes and spots.

Calvin saw Isa.

The young girl's body was bent in half like an upside-down U.

Red blood flowed from the eye sockets, flowed backwards across the forehead covered with corpse spots, and disappeared into the hairline where a small piece of scalp was broken.

The girl's pupils were blood red, and beige bugs kept gushing out from her ears and lips.

(I still have some work to do, I think I should probably go--)

She said to Calvin.

As she spoke, a putrid stench escaped from her mouth.

(That fire was cool, Brother Calvin, and I thank you. I think we all will. But there's something left to do, and you should get it done, and that's important, and mark what I said, There are still some things left undone :-)

"Crack, click."

Isa turned her body, and the sound of bones being broken and skin being torn came from the rotting corpse. Calvin couldn't move and looked at the girl in front of him——more sticks protruded from the bent body. How pale the arms and legs were, the slender shape of the bones suggested that their owners should have been young children.

Those arms and calves protruded from the sides of Isa's body without any scruples, and the skin was stained with blood.

Isa screamed in pain.

She fell to the ground, but the arms began to squirm on the ground.

A huge, humanoid worm appeared with human arms as slender legs.

Calvin was panting more and more, and now he could not hear Virgili's call at all.

Harsh electronic music sounded, and a child who seemed to be screaming sang in the fragmented music:

"Knock! Knock!

Whoisit

Mommy's home!

Open the door!

It's smom. Let's open the door..."

A red door appears behind Isha.

It was an ordinary door, and it looked completely indistinguishable from all the red apartment doors in the world.

It was bland and cheap, with a brass handle that looked like it had been used for ages on the thin plywood door.

"Do not……"

Calvin groaned with difficulty.

"Don't... open the door..."

Intense fear and a sense of foreboding crushed every muscle in him.

He didn't know what the door represented, but he instinctively felt that the door should not be opened.

But Isa...or, the worm, still squirmed towards the door without hesitation.

"Can't……"

The handle on the red door slowly began to turn, as if someone was twisting the handle behind his back.

"crunch-"

In the chaos, Calvin could clearly hear the slight friction of the weather-beaten hinge when the door opened.

It was dark behind the door.

But the gloom made Calvin tremble even more, and the pain in his back nearly killed him, and he had a strong urge to vomit, howl, and back away from the door a little farther away.

Calvin even suspected that he had peed his pants.

It was a stench and filth that could not be described in words, nor could it be summarized by human reason.

But Yisha climbed into the darkness where the light could not approach without hesitation.

Calvin stared helplessly at everything in front of him. In the next second, a stream of heat and sour smell spewed out of his throat, and he vomited out, which slightly relieved the filthy feeling that almost made him suffocate. A little bit, and in this short moment, he felt as if he saw the thing behind the door.

It was a figure.

Thin and tall, his whole body was shrouded in misty darkness, but inexplicably, Calvin knew it would be a young man.

The man stood quietly behind the red door, one hand resting lightly on the brass handle.

When Isa's last arm also disappeared into the chaotic darkness, it closed the door silently.

Calvin felt that... that thing, that figure or something else, seemed to glance at him intentionally or unintentionally at the moment the door was closed.

"Calvin...Calvin...wake up...what have you done to yourself..."

After an unknown amount of time, Virgil's voice slowly drifted down from another world.

Calvin's pupils suddenly tightened, and he was expressionless, unable to move as he looked at the young man in front of him.

That's Virgil.

The air was filled with the aroma of high-grade incense and a strong smell of rust, and the temperature was suitable, but Calvin still felt cold, the light was dazzling, and the colors gradually returned to Calvin's vision.

Calvin returned to this world.

But he didn't feel good.

"What the hell did you do?!"

Virgil's face was as white as a ghost, and he looked frightened and frightened, with Calvin's blood on his face and body.

"I……"

Calvin looked at Virgil dully.

"I have something on my back."

He froze for a moment, then moved his face closer to Virgil tremblingly, and spoke to Virgil in an unusually low voice, almost a whisper.

Virgil frowned.

Of course he wouldn't ignore what was wrong with Calvin at this moment.

His angel seemed to have suddenly turned into a child at this moment, and there was a strange shimmer in the pair of purple pupils that could almost engulf him completely.

Calvin's current behavior can even be said to be crazy.

"Damn."

Virgili let out a curse, and he closed his eyes...

And when he opened his eyes again, the color of his pupils became more intense, and the expression on his face became stiff and cold.

Fogg appeared.

"Calvin."

He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Calvin's eyes. After realizing that the young man in his arms almost didn't respond to the fingers in front of his eyes at all, Fogg pressed hard on the blood vessel at the back of Calvin's neck expressionlessly. .

A few seconds later, Fogg's arms bent heavily.

Calvin turned his face sideways and fainted in his arms.

"Look at what you've done, my dear Mr. Vigili."

Fogg said softly.

His voice sounded like it was fished straight out of venom.

Then he turned Calvin over and checked Calvin's back with unusual calmness.And the moment his line of sight touched the wound on Calvin's back, even Fogg, who had no emotional fluctuations and was like a robot, froze for a moment.

From the wound that was torn open by Calvin himself, a small white thing was exposed.

Fogg's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't mistake it for what it was.

It was a feather.

White, holy, delicate feathers.