deformed bone

【To please Calvin, have you gone crazy?His wings are being regenerated - who knows how weak he is now!But you almost promised him that you would perform the surgery for him? ! 】

Reed heard Fogg's roar clearly.

In front of Calvin, he behaved extremely painfully, as if he was equal to Fogg, but in fact, as the main personality of this body, he was not a serious problem in the spiritual world, and it was not Fogg who really hindered him. Said to be……

A stream of crimson blood slowly spilled out of the red deer's nostrils.

"Snapped--"

In the quartz stone washstand, dark red blood drops knocked out a small round bloodstain.

Red Deer's body shook slightly.

His face suddenly turned pale, and clearly visible blood vessels burst out from his temples.

"You're pissing me off, Fogg, don't think I don't know your tricks."

Red Deer supported the edge of the sink with both hands, raised his head, and confronted Fogg in the mirror coldly.

headache.

Cracking headaches are exactly the kind of hell Red Deer is going through right now—and that's exactly what Fogg intends.

Of course, the British doctor knows very well that it is absolutely impossible for a derivative personality like him to truly fight against the red deer, but the red deer's own body can: the human body is too fragile to withstand such a dark, chaotic and terrifying environment like the red deer. Soul, as long as his spiritual world is a little turbulent, this body that has experienced several electric shocks will be on the verge of physical collapse.

In the pain that was enough to make ordinary people howl, Red Deer's expression did not show the slightest ferocity or distortion (this is also completely opposite to what he showed in front of Calvin), on the contrary, his face was calm, It's just that the eyes are slightly gloomy.

But it was just such a red deer that made Fogg, who was too angry to be able to help himself, shudder.

"That was Calvin's wish."

Red Deer said softly.

"And I originally appeared in this world to fulfill his wish."

The man stretched out his finger and tapped on the cold glass surface.

In his field of vision, that was Fogg's face.

"His wish is my wish, and his will is my will. No one can interfere with my mission...not even myself."

As soon as Red Deer finished speaking, there was a crisp cracking sound from the mirror touched by his fingertips.

There seemed to be a subtle scream in the air, which was extremely painful, but it was fleeting, making it impossible to explore.

Red Deer withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened. He wet the towel, raised his head, and iced his nose to stop the nosebleed that kept gushing out of his nasal cavity.

When he glanced at the mirror again, there was only an empty sink at the other end of the mirror, and Fogg had long since disappeared—but the sink was overflowing with crimson blood.

【"You will think of a way to complete the operation while keeping him safe, right? My dear Dr. Fogg."】

Red Deer's eerie voice echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

After a long time, he waited for a weak response amidst the piercing pain.

【"...I need tools and medicines, not the playthings in the house now, but tools and medicines that can really be used for surgery."】

"I'll be ready."

Red Deer replied calmly.

"Hey, Reed? Fogg? Are you really okay?"

Calvin's voice came from outside the bathroom, and Red Deer could hear the uneasiness in his voice.

"Well, it's not too good..." Red Deer raised his head calmly, he opened the bathroom door with this posture and walked out.Calvin looked in shock at the towel in his hand that had been stained red by nosebleeds.

"It's a minor problem, though," he added.

He certainly did not forget to show due weakness in the presence of Calvin, whose rusty concern almost offset the severe headache.

Calvin let the red deer half lie on the sofa.

"I'll get you some ice."

"No, no need."

The red deer hooked Calvin's clothes with his fingers, this gesture made him look extremely weak and pitiful, and he knew that Calvin could not resist this.

"Please stay with me for a while, just for a short while. I believe it will be more useful than ice." He said softly, looking somewhat similar to Virgil: also soft and harmless, like a small animal Hitting Calvin's weak spot.

Calvin returned to Red Deer's side according to Red Deer's request. He looked at the towel on Red Deer's nose and frowned slightly.

"What happened just now?"

"It's just a little unstable. You see, it's not that easy to be a multiple personality patient. Fogg doesn't want you to take such a risky operation. After all, the two of us don't have the kind of carelessness to walk into the hospital and ask for a room." The identity of the sterile operating room and complete anesthesia and surgical instruments."

"what do you mean……"

"I mean, I managed to convince that stubborn Brit in the end. Take it easy, Calvin, you have me now... as I said, I'll help you."

The red deer rested his head on Calvin's shoulder, and the latter's body shook, but he didn't stop the red deer.

This caused a strong sweetness in Red Deer's heart. With that posture, he carefully sniffed the breath emanating from Calvin's body. It was a pure, slender and graceful smell, so beautiful that Red Deer couldn't help it. Feeling empty and thirsty...and a little weak.

His vision was getting black little by little, his thoughts were like being immersed in sea water, being pushed out of that body by invisible force little by little.

He knew himself, correctly speaking, this body had indeed reached its limit, so he no longer resisted, allowing the darkness to gradually engulf him.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, he dragged his heavy soul slowly towards the depths of darkness.Walking towards him is the young, innocent and innocent (at least on the surface) Virgili.

【"You know what to do next."】

The instant he intersected with Virgil, Red Deer's thoughts passed through.

【"certainly."】

Virgili lowered his eyes, and also gave an invisible and silent answer in his thoughts.

It's just that his gaze towards Red Deer was full of sinister meaning.

Virgil knew that Calvin would never like Red Hart's plan, much less what happened next, so he handed the difficult situation back to Virgil at just the right time.

Strong hatred is transmitted between different personalities in the same body, and such emotions cannot even be concealed. All personalities can clearly perceive the malice between each other, but they are confined to this physical body and cannot escape.

On the other side of his mind Virgil saw Fogg, covered in blood, who looked so weak that he could be crushed to death with a single finger.Virgil and Fogg looked at each other for a long time, but in the end, he still sighed and gave up that indescribable bloodthirsty thought.

He was not an idiot, and he would not foolishly think that Fogg was really as weak as he showed. The madness of that British man hidden under his calmness and indifference, even Virgilie didn't want to provoke him.

"Reed?"

Calvin's call came from afar.

Virgili closed his eyes - when he opened them again, what he saw was the pale face of that handsome man who looked like a god.

"It's not Reed, it's me," he said.

"Reid suffered a little shock in the quarrel with Fogg just now, so it's better for me to control my body. Don't worry, I didn't miss the conversation between the two of you just now. I know how to arrange the follow-up."

Virgili adjusted his expression, and showed Calvin the harmless smile that a male art student should have.

-

The next day, Calvin woke up after a long-lost peaceful sleep (thanks to the help of sleeping pills and painkillers), and saw a creature that was completely unexpected to him in the kitchen of a seaside holiday villa.

"Woooo-"

Long, painful sobs poured out of the little guy's mouth, and blood dripped from the open flesh, staining the blanket under it red.

The kitchen, which was supposed to be filled with the smell of fried eggs and bacon for breakfast, was filled with a sweet and bloody smell at this time.

Vigilie was standing beside the hapless little guy in a T-shirt and shorts covered in brown blood, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face was full of bewilderment.

When he looked up to see Calvin coming, he looked as if he was about to faint.

"Morning, good morning."

Virgil raised his hand and said to Calvin.

"..."

Calvin stared at everything in front of him dumbfounded, so shocked that he didn't even know how to respond to the good morning.

"Woo...woof..."

The new occupant of the house struggles once again with nervousness after sensing someone's arrival.

This obviously made its injuries more serious, and its wailing became extraordinarily shrill.

"You are... my God, what is this..."

Calvin tried to take a deep breath, but the smell of blood in the air that poured into his nostrils was so strong that he almost spit it out.

"I, I, I can explain."

Vigily looked as if he was about to faint. He walked out from behind Nakajima in a very embarrassing manner, but because of this action, several table knives and scissors fell from the table to the ground.

Those cold murder weapons were covered with fresh blood, making Vigilie standing beside them look more like a pervert.

"What do you want to do with this dog—no, where did you get the dog?!"

Even Calvin himself didn't notice that he couldn't help taking a step back when Vigili was speaking.