deformed bone

Calvin didn't really want to mention the old woman with the dog (or the dog's carcass).

In fact, he regretted the moment he mentioned her. That person made him feel uncomfortable. Apart from the fact that she was a member of the Adventist faction, there were other things, some things that the naked eye could not see clearly, that made her whole body up and down. Exudes a disgusting smell.

Calvin's performance was too obvious, Virgili quickly realized the other party's resistance.

"Don't be afraid, I don't think she will notice your identity."

Vigili said.

"I'm not afraid of her, I just feel..."

Calvin paused and looked at Virgil, who looked back at him with a puzzled expression.Inexplicably, Calvin repeated the experiences that Mrs. Anna told in the animal hospital in a flat tone.

"...she said Advent made her dog healthy and young again, but I think the liars just figured out how to give her another dog."

Calvin paused again.

Vigilie also had an uncomfortable expression on his face. Although he cut a dog's hind leg with a knife in his kitchen this morning, he seemed to like dogs quite a bit.

"The Adventists' approach is disgusting," Vigili said, "She was so happy in such a foolish way, completely unaware that the dog beside her had already..."

"Do not."

Calvin interrupted Virgili slightly sharply.

He was silent for a moment before speaking: "I think she knows."

"What does she know? Wait, you mean, she knows it's not her dog?"

"I saw her dog, I mean, her old dog."

Calvin unconsciously picked the back of his hand, and the scene of the old dog, the real dog named Darling, licking the back of the old woman's hand with its rotten tongue would always appear in his mind.

Goosebumps appeared on his body.

Virgil watched Calvin with some concern.He could see that Calvin was not in a good state right now.

He really shouldn't have turned Calvin's attention on that damned old Adventist bitch, Vigili said to himself.

But he did freak out at the time.

Virgil has always been a perfect liar. He has never shown his feet, and his ugly and distorted true face has never been noticed (of course, some other personalities who share emotions and memories with him do not count), but Just now, Calvin seemed to realize something.

Although Vigily successfully and proficiently used all his body movements and language to fool the past, once the crack exists, it will only become deeper and deeper, and it is impossible to restore it to its original state.

Virgilius couldn't bear the consequences - Calvin had discovered the face behind his mask.

No longer the young, gentle, shy and lovable young man Vigili, but the liar Vigili.

Just thinking of that scene, Vigilie was about to tremble with ecstasy.

He had longed desperately for Calvin to see him, the real him.

Then he can unscrupulously tear off his disguise and completely open up his reality to Calvin.

But before that, he must maintain a subtle, even ruthless, absolute restraint.

It's like playing dominoes. Before gently knocking down the last card with your fingertips, you must design everything with great care, and then spend a long time and energy to build that card one by one. Extremely fragile yet beautiful graphics.

The great happiness comes from the long design and waiting, and also, fragility.

Just as vulnerable as Calvin is now.

Before all the graphic construction is completed, any small mistake will lead to a total collapse of the scene, and the last supreme happiness will also disappear.So Virgil has to be very careful.

Vigily tensed his muscles, trying hard to calm down his emotions and heartbeat.

Still, he made a mistake.

The green-eyed liar said to himself.

He shouldn't have reminded Calvin of things that upset him.

Virgil doesn't like Calvin's current appearance, even if the latter's appearance is so delicious——

Calvin's face was as pale as paper at this time, and he curled up his knees and sat in the corner of the sofa. This was an unconscious movement, clearly showing his insecurity.

"Calvin?"

Virgili called weakly, his voice was a little hoarse, trying to wake Calvin from his contemplation.

Calvin was clearly looking at him, but Virgil felt that the other party's gaze had passed him, and turned to a more illusory place.

There were some emotions in those eyes that Virgili couldn't understand. (Yes, he can imitate those emotions perfectly, but he'll never really feel them).

"Did Reed tell you...I occasionally...occasionally can see some shadows that do not belong to humans, or more precisely, ghosts." Calvin said in a low voice, but he did not wait for Vigily's answer. Then he said, "I saw it today too."

"See... a ghost?"

"The ghost of the dog."

Calvin replied.

He exchanged a glance with Virgil, his expression became very strange.

"It's really... can you imagine? Dogs have ghosts too. But I know it's Darling, and the woman said she's had him since he was a kid, and I know she's telling the truth. But it's also because That way, it made me feel bad."

Calvin stopped talking again.

Sensing his current fragility, Virgili slowly moved to Calvin's side, and stretched out his hand to hold Calvin's hand.

"Hey, you don't have to force yourself at all—"

"That dog looks nothing like Darling."

Calvin spoke quickly, suddenly, as if the words would burn his tongue.

Even Virgil could not help being taken aback.

"Not the same? Wait, you mean, you saw the ghost of the old... lady's dog, the real dog, and it actually looked nothing like the one those Advent sluts replaced her with." Same?"

Calvin nodded sadly.

"She does. She knows everything."

He muttered something under his breath.

"Whoa...that's really...disgusting."

It took Vigilie a long time to squeeze out a word.

"It's so incomprehensible. Why is that?"

He couldn't help muttering again, acting like a genuinely kind art student.

"..."

Calvin didn't answer him.

He and Virgil sat on the sofa for a while, then he palely shook his head at Virgil.

"I think I need some painkillers, my back is hurting."

Calvin did not mention Lady Anna and her hapless old dog again.

Virgili gave Calvin the painkillers he wanted, along with some lemonade and easy-to-digest oatmeal.

Calvin meekly ate all the food Virgilly prepared for him like a young pigeon, and then fell asleep on the bed under the blanket.

The excessive blood loss caused by the gunshot wound made him much weaker than ordinary people, not to mention the wings on his back were like tumors absorbing the little vitality left in his body.

Virgil sat by Calvin's bed for a while, staring blankly at Calvin's sleeping face.

In all fairness, the beauty of Calvin now is not as good as before, he was so weak, pale, thin and haggard.

But Vigilie found that he seemed to love him more than before.

It took nearly all of his willpower to keep from bending over Calvin's bloodless lips like a ghoul devouring food.

【Sometimes, I really want to cut him into pieces like this, and then swallow him mouthful. 】

Virgil whispered softly in his heart.

He originally thought that he would face attacks from other personalities because of this desire, but the only thing he waited for was silence.

【…】

[You are really... really a bunch of sick guys. 】

The extreme excitement made him feel a pinprick-like pain, he shivered slightly, and leaned forward involuntarily, trying to get closer to Calvin.

But eventually he got his act under control (even if it made his muscles cramp).

"sweet Dreams."

Virgili said softly, and then left Calvin's bedroom.

What he didn't know was that after he left, Calvin frowned tightly in his sleep, his eyeballs rolled abnormally under his eyelids, and his expression gradually became painful and hideous.

He is dreaming.

a nightmare.

Calvin dreamed of Darling.

It's just that the Darling who appeared in front of Calvin now is not the rotten look he had when he was a ghost...but it's not much better.

It has white hair, which is not beautiful, and because of its age, the hair on its tail and underarms is slightly yellow.It is obviously not a very beautiful dog. Its head is not in proportion to its body, and its slightly protruding eyeballs and drooping ears show its pedigree of mutts.

What's more, it was still very thin, very thin, with ribs protruding from the abdomen one by one, which looked like a dog skeleton from a distance.Calvin guessed it was the cancer - he looked at Darling's mouth, which was open in dismay, with a disgusting mass hanging from its chin, the cancer had swollen its entire throat , it had to stick its tongue out of its teeth, and the saliva trickled down his chin.

Even Calvin, who has no knowledge of veterinary medicine, can see its pain. The cancer makes it impossible to eat at all, and it is enduring severe pain and hunger.Malnutrition has caused it to lose its fur, which makes it look even more ugly and disgusting.

Calvin walked forward slowly.

With Darling as the center, the white mist lingering in the dream builds up the outline of reality bit by bit.