deformed bone

It's all just impulse—

Calvin admits he wasn't ready.

He never imagined that one day he would tell another person in such a flippant and sloppy manner the great secret (almost the secret that formed the cornerstone of Calvin's life).

"...you may think I'm just kidding, but I'm telling the truth, I once had a pair of real wings, and then I managed to cut it off of me, but now, it's back, and it's in grow."

Calvin heard himself speaking, and the voice sounded tense and stiff, as if it came from another person.

That secret should have been invisible, but perhaps it was because it had been entangled with his past for too long. When he finally confided the secret, what rose in his body was by no means relaxed, but a kind of intense of emptiness.

It was as if some dark and viscous, heavy turbid substance seeped out of his body through words, taking away part of his internal organs and soul.

Calvin felt his body tremble slightly, and he stared at the recipient of the secret, the listener.

He had never observed Virgil so carefully and truly.

After hearing Calvin's words, Virgil's pupils shrank slightly.

The green-eyed youth looked a little surprised—but only a little.

Silence, like something tangible, slowly falls between the two.

Calvin kept looking at Virgil, but his face became extremely pale.His eyelids twitched slightly, as if a cold snake was slowly diving down his neckline.

"you know."

Calvin said.

"You already knew that, didn't you? You know I'm that goddamn 'Ir', you know I'm that freak. You know everything."

He repeated it.

"call……"

Virgili sighed, bit his lip, and nodded hesitantly after a while.

"Yes, actually... your business is easy to guess. I mean, those clues are very obvious."

【Oh, God, does Calvin know that his expression makes people want to push him to the ground—】

Virgil heard the muttering from Red Deer in his mind, that vicious and evil soul was about to rise to the surface of consciousness almost immediately, but Virgil forcibly suppressed him.

[Go back, Red Deer, you're going to screw everything up! 】

Fogg's strange and cold British accent sounded vaguely.

Vigili realized that it was Fogg's help that allowed him to stay in the surface consciousness under the threat of the red stag.

This is not because Fogg really made any kind of friendly alliance with Virgil (the consciousnesses crowded together in this body all hate each other unreservedly, even if the world is destroyed, this will not change), It's because Calvin's current state is really not good

You could tell he was trying to stay calm, but his expression and body, and even his eyes betrayed him.

To Virgilis (and the shared souls in him), Calvin at this moment is like some kind of little beast that has found itself in a trap with no escape.

He was so helpless, panicked, vigilant and uneasy... It was so delicious that people wanted to swallow him in one bite.

"Take it easy, Calvin."

A little sweat dripped from the tip of Virgil's nose, and he scratched his hair with his hands, looking like a silly young man who was really immersed in troubles.

"...Actually, I didn't intend to investigate anything," he stammered to Calvin, "it's just that your face and your attitude towards the Adventists are really too easy to let people I got it."

The moment the words fell, even Virgil, who had no mercy at all, couldn't help but feel a little distressed because of Calvin's eyes and expression.

"Calvin—"

"I'm such an idiot, damn it, a complete idiot! No wonder Dad and Isaac are so worried about me, but I still think I can fix everything, but in fact I'm full of loopholes, like a fool when you I'm trying to act in front of you, but you just watch from the sidelines—"

Calvin looked unusually annoyed and confused.

He slapped himself hard—of course, it didn't work, because Virgil grabbed his hand decisively, and then hugged him tightly in his arms.

"Don't be like this, Calvin! Things aren't that bad, and I'm actually not too sure about it. Your disguise is actually very successful. Really, if you have any flaws, it's just because you let your guard down in front of me and let I just saw what you really look like..."

"The real look? What do you mean? The look of trying to act in front of you like a fool?"

"Hey, Calvin, come on, you know it's not like that."

Calvin tried to break free from Virgil's arms, but the latter's arms were unusually strong. Not only did Calvin fail to break free, but he was held even tighter by Virgil.

Through the muscles and the fabric of the clothes, Calvin seemed to be able to hear the abnormally violent heartbeat under Virgil's chest.

"We just didn't have time to find the right time. You know, we never want to hurt you, even if it's just the slightest..."

Virgil's voice changed unconsciously, and Fogg's somewhat stiff British accent came from above Calvin's head.

Compared with Virgili, Fogg's voice is obviously more convincing.

Calvin looked up at the young man hugging him.The handsome facial features have not changed, but the calmer expression and mature eyes prove the arrival of Fogg.

"I just feel like a complete idiot."

Calvin opened the mouth and said, his voice contained anxiety, a complex taste of panic and vigilance at the same time.

"Of course you are not." Fogg said softly, and he gently stroked Calvin's hair, "It's our fault... To be more precise, it's my fault. I don't want to come when your body has not fully recovered. Talking about something that might affect your mental state. So I force them not to bring up who you really are. I am worried that it will cause you a new round of trauma."

Fogg paused, and there was an obvious but restrained concern and sympathy in his voice.

"Your past is really not happy—including your present. I really can't bear it."

"Can't bear what?"

Calvin felt that his voice was disgustingly weak, and he really wanted to escape from the human world like this, to a dark corner where he would never have to talk about this topic.

"All, everything about your past makes me feel unbearable. Including your... wings."

Fogg's palm slowly slid down along the curvature of Calvin's neck, and finally landed on the burning and painful part of Calvin's back.Calvin almost jumped up, but was suppressed by Fogg again.

"You're right, the pair of wings that you peeled off with surgery, for some reason, started to grow again—" Calvin's expression and eyes made Fogg pause, and he said immediately, "No, Calvin, don't show that expression, don't worry too much, the pair of wings won't grow like that overnight, their growth can even be described as slow, after all, you've already had an operation. And Even if the situation has reached the worst point, you don't have to worry so much, you still have me, I will help you."

"No...no one can help me...damn, no one—uh—"

Calvin's panicked whispers were swallowed by Fogg's lips.

It was a kiss without warning, like a superficial touch, full of comfort and tenderness.

Calvin's mind fell into a blank, and he trembled almost instinctively. It was such a light kiss, but the cold and hard breath on Fogg's body became so clear.

The man let go of Calvin before Calvin completely lost control, and he put his hand on Calvin's chin, forcing Calvin to look up at himself.

"You shouldn't question me. I repeat, I will help you, there is nothing to worry about."

Calvin's eyes flickered.

Of course, panic and anxiety cannot completely disappear, but judging from Calvin's performance, he has somewhat calmed down.

It wasn't until this time that Fogg finally let Calvin leave his embrace.

Calvin cupped his head in his hands and took a few deep breaths to adjust his heartbeat and emotions.

"When did you know? In Angel Town? Or before?"

After a long time, he asked slowly.

He glanced at Fogg, and then said without waiting for the other party to speak: "It seems to be a long time ago. God, I think I must have a lot of flaws."

"When the girl appeared... I mean, when Reed saw the girl's soul in the house, we could almost guess it." Fogg replied calmly.

Calvin's body froze.

If multiple personalities like Vigilie's are weird enough, then the personality named Reed in his body, who claims to be able to see ghosts, is probably the weirdest of the weirdest—that is, that personality who accompanied Calvin through the The most terrifying and dangerous day.

The day Calvin went on a killing spree in the Adventist church in Angeltown.

"Of course, it must be admitted that you are not perfect in hiding the past. But your biggest flaw is not your behavior, but here—"

Fogg touched Calvin's cheek with his fingers.

"your face."

he whispered.

Calvin's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and just as he was about to say something, Fogg covered his mouth.

"Shh, don't say it."

Gone was the oddly British accent in the green-eyed youth's voice, replaced by a more flirtatious and magnetic male voice.

"I know what you want to say, don't be stupid, don't hurt yourself for such a group of disgusting people, say some stupid things like disfigurement..."

Red Deer blinked and smiled at Calvin.