deformed bone

"Reed."

Calvin called out the name vaguely into his palm.

"Yes, that's right, it's me," said Red Deer, "I just heard you talking about me."

I don't know what the reason is... Calvin guessed that it was probably because the two of them passed the level of Angel Town together, and Reed's appearance made him feel more at ease than Virgilie and Fogg combined.

Although they share the same body, Reed, Virgil and Fogg are very different people.

Regarding Calvin's past and wings, he neither tried to explain clumsily like Virgil, nor expressed concern like Fogg.

As the person who discovered that Calvin was the Son of Adventism, Reid's attitude towards Calvin could even be said to be a bit too relaxed.

"Oh, by the way, would you like something to drink?"

he asked Calvin.

Calvin froze.

Once again that charming smile appeared on Reed's face.

He helped Calvin out of bed and led him into the living room.

"How about a mojito?"

Calvin sat on the sofa in a daze, watching the man behind the white marble center island in the kitchen carefully cut a lime, and then poured a light layer of rum into the glass.

There was something special about his demeanor...almost magical.

By the time Calvin realizes, he's sitting dumbfounded with Reed, a glass of glistening mojito (it even has a few chopped strawberries in it).

Calvin took a sip of the wine, the cold liquid was quite refreshing and delicious.In terms of cocktail-making skills, Reed is undoubtedly better than Calvin back then.

"tasty?"

Reed put his elbows on his knees, his wrists dragging his cheeks, and he asked, looking at Calvin with his head tilted.

"Perfect."

Calvin sighed in admiration, a tinge of blood appeared on his cheeks, and his body no longer trembled.

The great panic and panic finally faded from his body.

Reed's eyes narrowed, and he smiled like a big, contented cat.

"Glad you're better now," Reed said. "So do the two of us need to talk about that now? I mean, the Adventists and your past."

Calvin was silent for a moment, he drank the Mojito in the glass one gulp, and then sighed.

"Actually, there's nothing to say..." His words paused for a moment, and then a faint ironic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's nothing more than you discovered my true identity, and you don't think it's necessary to tell me who I am. I made it clear, and then kept it a secret until now... just like you said, I overreacted."

"Everyone has their own secrets, including me. Sometimes we can't predict what will happen when the secrets are torn apart, so we choose to let the secrets continue to be secrets."

Reed said softly to Calvin, maybe it was an illusion, but Calvin always felt that there seemed to be a slight strangeness in his voice.

Calvin couldn't help but look at Reed more, but then he fell into the eyes of the other party's emerald green like a deep pool.Reed reached out and took Calvin's wrist.

"You know we'll never have any ill intentions for you."

Reed's warmth seemed to seep into Calvin's body through the place where their skin touched.

"I know."

Calvin finally conceded.

"If it wasn't for you, I mean, if I didn't regard you as my friends, I'm afraid I wouldn't be so careless."

"It's my pleasure."

Reed lowered his head, and dropped a light kiss on Calvin's fingertips like an ancient gentleman hundreds of years ago.

Calvin couldn't help but smile at his slightly contrived behavior.

"Now that you already know my past, the next thing will be much easier."

After a short period of relaxation, Calvin's expression returned to seriousness.

He raised his arm subconsciously, trying to reach his back, but in the end he just patted his shoulder—his wound was still aching, but the sense of presence brought by the hidden wings was gradually changing. weak.Calvin knew that because his body was getting used to it.

"I need a minor surgery and take the damn wings off - again."

Calvin spoke slowly to Reed word by word.

After listening to Calvin's words, Reed frowned slightly.

"But……"

"No but." Calvin interrupted Reed's words lightly. His tone was not fierce, but it was this tone that proved that his determination would never change. "I don't know how you I thought about it, but I can feel that this pair of wings will only bring endless troubles and disasters. It is like a malignant tumor. If it is not removed early before the lesion spreads, the final consequences must be unimaginable. I will not do it anyway Allow that damned wing to parasitize me again, never."

"Calvin, you know you yourself were shot not too long ago."

Reid's brow furrowed even tighter.

"Of course I know, the bloody wounds are still aching now," Calvin replied nonchalantly, "but I have to cut them—they're going to drive me crazy."

Those heavy, weird and twisted secrets suddenly seemed to have a flood outlet.

Calvin stared into Reed's eyes (damn deep and beautiful) and rattled off the hallucinations that had been tormenting him for so many days.

Those weird spaces, those rotten children, and...

"...you know, I even saw my mother who should have gone to hell a long time ago." Calvin gasped, "I even think she managed to give birth to another miserable child after I left. Old God, those wings are messing with my brain, maybe it's because I'm a deformity myself" or maybe it's causing my hormones to change or something - I'm delusional! I'm changing Be a lunatic!"

At the end, Calvin even roared out.

"No, no, I will help you."

Reed hugged Calvin at a rather ingenious timing. He kept stroking the back of Calvin's neck and comforting him softly.

"You're not going to be crazy," he said.

"I thought you'd think I was out of my mind."

Calvin raised his head and glanced at Reed, his eye sockets were slightly red, which made his beauty stained with a layer of pitiful fragility.

Dazed by the trust and softness of the man in front of him, Reed froze for a moment before he was able to force himself back into the false mask of calm.

"According to this statement, you should also think that I am a liar full of lies. You must know that I once claimed in front of you that I can see supernatural energy. Fortunately, you believed me at the beginning, so what do I have? Why don't you believe me? However, I'm afraid the Adventists and the police are watching the hospitals and clinics now, if we really want to perform surgery to remove your wings, then we may have to—" Reed's throat suddenly There was a scroll, a jerk in his movements (like artificial intelligence suddenly programmed to go wrong), and then Calvin noticed that Reed's voice had become slurred.

("Can't!")

An angry stop came from Reed's lips, but it was obviously Fogg's voice.

For Calvin, this was a rather surprising new experience.

He had never encountered such a situation, a voice embedded in another voice, and a soul trapped in a body with another soul.Most of the time, Reed, Fogg, Virgil and other personalities appeared in front of Calvin with a complete image, but now that harmony was broken.

That beautiful and decent young man with green eyes became quite strange, every muscle in his face seemed to be twitching awkwardly, Reed's expression and Fogg's expression overlapped together, like two completely different balls of clay The doll was roughly kneaded into a ball by a pair of big hands.Calvin saw Fogg's stern eyes on Reed's face, and observed Reed's wry smile from the side of Fogg's nervous and tense mouth.

"Oh, Fogg, you—"

【"I don't allow it!"】

Fogg said angrily, his voice almost growling.

"Damn it, Fogg, you better get the hell out of here."

Reed collapsed on the sofa like a patient suffering from an asthma attack. He hunched his body and whispered in pain.

"God, what the hell happened to you two?"

Calvin had to admit he was intimidated.

He stepped forward in panic, trying to check the condition of Reed (or Fogg), but the moment he stretched out his hand, fingers as cold as iron grabbed his wrist—— Calvin looked at the young man on the sofa, but They met Fogg's eyes, but those green eyes with a slightly blue tint were set on Reed's face.

"There's no way you're in a medical condition to survive surgery, that guy is just trying to please - you bloody Brit better put my foot down -"

In the second half of the speech, Reed's tone was superimposed on Fogg's voice, and at the same time, he let go of Calvin.

Calvin pushed back a few steps at the first moment, he stared at Reed, and opened his mouth vigilantly.

"Is this some kind of taste of your multiple personalities, or are you really in trouble now?"

It's hard to describe the situation Calvin is in now, Reed and Fogg are clearly fighting for control of the body.Calvin knew that some novels would describe situations like this, but in reality, the situation was really hard to describe.

Though sorry for Reed (and Fogg, who had helped him), Calvin couldn't help feeling the creeps.Goosebumps formed on his arms, and something wrong scratched his back.

"Sorry, I think... I need a little time... to deal with the current... problem..."

Reed covered his face with his hands, probably trying to cover his face muscles that kept bouncing so ferociously, he whispered inarticulately.Then passed Calvin and rushed straight to the bathroom.

"boom--"

The bathroom door was closed heavily, blocking Calvin's sight.

Reed, or rather, Red Deer, let go of his hand immediately.

He looked coldly at the mirror in the bathroom. In another space symmetrical to the mirror, the British doctor looked at him angrily.

It's just that it's completely different from the well-dressed gentleman in the spiritual world in the past. At this moment, Fogg's body is covered in blood. There are countless deep cuts on his suit, and the lenses of the gold-rimmed glasses have long been shattered. .

In order to compete with Red Deer for the right to rule the body, Fogg undoubtedly paid a heavy price.