deformed bone

Calvin saw an old cottage, dimly lit and hot.

A 90-year-old ceiling fan was dangling hard on the already mottled ceiling, as if it would fall at any moment and twist the old woman and the old dog below into pieces.

Mrs. Anna was sleeping. She was wearing a loose yellow nightgown, with two loose but thin legs sticking out from under the skirt.Her legs seemed to be spread out on both sides, and she was slumped on a broken sofa with one leg missing like a corpse.Her head was tilted to one side, and a trace of saliva trickled down the corner of her mouth, wetting her shoulders.

She looked older and gaunter than the old woman Calvin had seen.

Calvin ignored her, and he was looking at Darling seriously.

Although it looked like its owner, just laying motionless on the ground, in fact it was not really asleep.

It just can't move.

After seeing its current appearance clearly, its pain rushed towards Calvin more clearly.

"call……"

"call……"

"call……"

The sound that Calvin had heard in the pet hospital reappeared in his ears again, because it had difficulty breathing because of its tongue.

He looked down at the animal that was tortured out of shape by the pain. He thought he would be greeted with a pair of cloudy and painful eyes, but to his surprise, embedded in the emaciated and extremely ugly body, The eyes of this old dog are as pure and docile as a puppy, and even its pain seems so gentle.

Darling's eyes struck Calvin like a lightning bolt, and the great sadness and pity flowed through his body like a bomb. He subconsciously bent down to pet the poor old dog, but his hand Passed through the bony body.

This is a dream.

Calvin suddenly realized.

But he soon became unsure again. Is what he is experiencing now really a dream?

Darling seemed to have noticed something, its eyes rolled, and it looked for a focus in the void blankly, a small sound (it was unimaginable to be a pitiful whimper from such a big dog) struggled from its swollen and tongue Squeeze out from the depths of his throat, dripping with foul-smelling saliva.

At the first sound, Mrs. Anna did not respond, she was in a deep sleep.But on the fourth and fifth of Darling's whimpers, she finally woke up in a daze.

"Oh, bloody old thing—"

When she looked at Darling, she let out a snarl of exasperation.

"Why the hell are you pissing on this blanket!"

She screamed and kicked Darling.

Only then did Calvin notice a puddle of yellowish water on Darling's hind legs.Darling was too weak, and of course he couldn't lift his hind legs to urinate on the comfortable grass like other healthy dogs.Calvin guessed that its continuous whimpering was trying to remind Mrs. Anna, but she didn't wake up in time.Of course, Mrs. Anna probably knew this too, but it only made her more irritable.

Calvin stood in this room, listening to the old lady's continuous complaints and mutterings. She struggled to pack the wet blanket. After everything was packed, she returned to Darling and hugged her It began to cry.

"My poor little sausage... my poor little boy... look at what you're suffering..."

Darling gasped, its eyes became brighter than before, and it could be seen that it loved its master quite a lot.The tail drooping behind it moved, and the dry tip of the tail brushed against Mrs. Anna's knee.

The scene is almost warm, but only "almost".After holding Darling tightly for a few seconds, Mrs. Anna let go of it.She glanced at the clock, then stood up nervously.

"Oh, they're coming soon," she murmured to Darling like anyone who lives alone with pets, "today is a big day, mommy got you someone who can fix you, isn't it The kind of quack doctor who only yells at you to die is a really good person."

As she spoke, she rushed into the room in a panic.

Calvin didn't follow, he continued to stand by Darling's side.Calvin was glad that the sick old dog didn't understand what his master was talking about. At least in this way, he wouldn't have hopeless expectations in such a painful situation.

But Mrs. Anna's departure, even if it was only very short, still made Darling depressed.It couldn't stand up, and could only lie weakly on the ground, but even so, it still tried to move its neck so that it could see Mrs. Anna's room.

Its tail drooped lifelessly on the ground.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Anna reappeared in the living room. She changed into a suit and put on her makeup meticulously.Covered in thick foundation and bright lipstick and wig, she now finally looks like the old woman Calvin saw at the veterinary hospital.

It can be seen that she attaches great importance to those so-called people who can save Darling.

And those people...

After a while, the people who walked into the guest room turned out to be Adventist believers.

Calvin watched in disgust as they wrapped Darling in linen and took him to a beat-up pickup truck.

Through Mrs. Anna's conversations with those people, he knew that Mrs. Anna even paid for the piece of linen—19 yuan and nine dollars, pure natural linen soaked in blessed water.

"Trust me, it will make your baby feel so much better."

A middle-aged woman wrapped herself in a robe and said to Mrs. Anna with a smirk.

Calvin gritted his teeth and followed behind those people. When he heard the woman's words, he could still maintain his precarious calmness, but then he saw the smile on Anna's face suddenly: "Oh, thank you."

He heard the stupid voice say, gratefully: "I knew it would work."

Calvin just wanted to scream.

【These crooks and thugs are dragging your dog like cargo!They were all about to suffocate it! 】

Calvin's voice was lost in the stale and hot air of the pickup truck, and no one heard it.

So in the end Calvin could only watch it all happen: he watched the pickup truck rumble towards somewhere in the remote suburbs; They talked enthusiastically in the back row, and bought a bottle of colorless oil from the other party that claimed to relieve pain; he watched Darling lying on the sticky car floor, panting, and his docile eyes fell on himself on the owner; he watched them finally arrive at their destination, an Adventist church that was no different from an ordinary residence in appearance; finally, he watched those people drag Darling behind a certain door in the house... …

"Next we'll treat it."

The nun said to Mrs. Anna.

"Then I can accompany it..."

"No, healing is very sacred. Those present must be people who have been tested and have proved their devotion to the Son of God for a long time. You can't go in, Anna."

At this moment, from behind the door, there suddenly burst out a scream, which was the peculiar cry of the difficult-to-voice Darling.

Anna's eyes flickered uneasily as she looked back and forth from the door to the nun.

"I think it will be a little scared..."

"Don't worry, we'll take care of everything. I'm sorry to say that, Ana, you've found the right path, but you're just beginning your journey, and one day you'll have as much power as we do. This kind of miracle of prayer and healing. But you can't go in yet." The nun put her hands on Anna's shoulders, she was still smiling, but when she spoke, she raised her eyebrows slightly, as if a faint condemn.

Anna retreated under that gaze, and she sat down on the sofa nervously.

"Okay, I'm sorry I made that ridiculous proposal, I'm just a little worried, you know, I really love Darling."

"You'll get it back in no time, it'll be healthy and young, and you'll love it."

The nun curled her lips, then she left Anna and walked into the room.

Calvin quickly chased after him, he actually had a premonition that the scene in the room would make him uncomfortable and he couldn't change anything, but he still couldn't control his behavior.

Darling's eyes pierced his heart like red-hot nails.

"Ouch..."

Calvin was not surprised to see two dogs across the room.

One was Darling, who was struggling to breathe, and the other was the big white dog that Calvin had seen.

It was sluggish and limp in a dirty iron cage, drooling all over the place, apparently before coming here, the Adventists had fed it sleeping pills or something like that.

The nun walked to the cage and took a look at the white dog. The amiable and smiling face in front of Mrs. Anna seemed to be peeling off her face.She frowned and glared angrily at the other young male in the room.

"What the hell is going on? Didn't I tell you to find a similar dog?"

The young man spat, kicked Darling, and held out his hands to the nun.

"Yeah, like you said," he pointed at Darling, "it's just white." Then he pointed at the other one, "That one's fucking white too. Isn't it pretty much the same? You're sending What temper?"

"Holy Son, is this fucking 'almost'? The old woman can tell at a glance that we changed her for a dog!"

The nun lowered her voice, she approached the young man and shouted angrily.

But in the face of her anger, the young man still looked indifferent: "So what, her dog is dying. At worst, you can say that the soul of her dog is possessed by the new dog. Body... puff."

At the end, he sneered as if it was funny.

"Ha ha ha ha dog soul swap, hey, I think this idea is very good, you can try it in the future? This will also save us the trouble of finding a dog - it is not easy to trick that guy out of the yard."

The young man raised his chin and pointed to the beautiful and healthy white dog in the cage.

The nun rolled her eyes at him.

"You should have stabbed yourself with a needle—"

She uttered a rather vicious curse.

Calvin watched her indifferently go back and forth between Darling and the white dog, perhaps thinking of something, and after a few minutes, the anxiety on her face faded away.

After a while, she directed the young man to put Darling into a cage in the corner.

It was not a special cage for pets, but a crude box made of wooden boards, with a pile of dirty blankets on it.

When the young man pulled Darling, the old dog seemed to be aware of his tragic fate. It tried to shake its weak limbs in an attempt to stand up, and the desolate scream in its throat that should have been silent became I have to hurry up.

"Oh shit, make it shut up quickly."

When the nun heard Darling's struggle, she said anxiously.

"I've always thought your plan was stupid, please, even if you put it in a box and cover it with a blanket, the old woman will still hear this guy whimper later, won't she?"

"How do I know that this disgusting thing can still bark? When I went to the pigsty last time, it was already dying of illness. Its tongue was so swollen that it didn't make a sound at all. I thought it couldn't bark anymore. The voice is-"

The nun walked up to Darling, and she looked down at the dog on the ground, her face full of annoyance and disgust.

"Kill it."

After a moment, her lips twitched, and she spoke in a near-whisper voice.

"What!" The young man's eyes widened in shock. He looked at the nun and repeated, "Kill a dog?"

"It looked like it was going to die."

The nun said, and then she urged again: "Hurry up - finish the work, it's getting late, it's best not to let that old guy have other ideas."

"Oh, that's a fucking piece of shit."

The young man's face scrunched up.He looked very resistant, but that resistance did not make him refuse the nun's order.

【"no no……"】

Calvin stepped forward and stopped in front of Darling.

However, the young man still passed him without hindrance.

"God, I hate this," he said, throwing his hands up to Darling on the ground, "I'll try to do it as fast as I can."

Darling's hind legs kicked on the ground several times, and it almost stood up, but the sole of the young man's shoe still stepped on its head.

【"stop!"】

Calvin threw himself on top of Darling, who started screaming.

Anyone here to help him?Help this innocent little animal?

Calvin couldn't control himself, he cried out in his heart.

If there is a God in this world, shouldn't it appear at this time?

【"Don't do this - don't -"】

However, neither man nor God heard Calvin's call.

This world perfectly separates Calvin from everything he has experienced, leaving only the cruelest side of Calvin.

He could see it with his own eyes, but he couldn't make any changes—

The young man turned his face to the side, then jerked hard.

"Crack."

Calvin heard a small, small sound.

The sound of bones breaking.

Darling's whimpering stopped.

Calvin remained in his bowed posture, and froze in place motionless.He opened his eyes wide, and stared blankly at the young man who stuffed the old dog's limp corpse into the broken wooden crate with a look of disgust on his face.

Then he shook out the blanket and roughly spread it on the box as a cover.

Calvin glanced down at the floor.

There was a small pool of black blood on the floor, from the corner of Darling's mouth when his head was crushed.

It was so sick that it didn't even bleed much when it was killed.

Meanwhile, the nun was busy dragging the big white dog out of the other cage, which she rested on the linen and placed in the middle of the room.

There was a square table, or rather, an altar.

Nondescript blankets and flowers, and some so-called sacred objects surrounded the sleeping big white dog.When the nun ordered the young man to turn off the lights and lit some scented candles, the dark room suddenly took on some decent mysterious atmosphere.

"Wow, that's not bad."

The young man crossed his arms and let out a mocking admiration.

The nun gave him a savage look.

Calvin stood up slowly. He turned his head and saw the man put on a black robe at the request of the nun, with a crystal statue of the Son hanging on his chest.

In that pendant, Calvin's own face appeared extremely distorted and evil...

He covered his mouth with his hand, he wanted to vomit, and the wound on his back began to feel hot.

"Anna, please come in—to meet your miracle."

Then the nun opened the door.

The old woman came in.