deformed bone

In the seaside villa, Calvin curled up in a corner of the stairs between the first floor and the second floor. This was a dead corner, and it was difficult to see his existence from the window or the door.

Calvin was a little sad to find that he had found this position right away—maybe it was because he was used to subconsciously judging which corners he could hide in every place he went.

Having lived in anonymity for a long time, this skill has become an instinct for him.

The short-lived pleasure brought to him by that good dream has completely faded from his body, replaced by numbness, coldness and heavy heart.

In fact, ever since Fogg proposed to go to the beach to investigate the situation, Calvin has been tormented by that strong sense of foreboding.

He put his arms around his knees, and kept thinking about another dead body, the young boy named Georgie Oston, laid out in a human cake on the front lawn of the tenement, surrounded by flies. Buzzing around him.

The boy died because of him, a haunting nightmare in Calvin's life.In a sense, the boy's death completely ended Calvin's dull and humble life—without him, Calvin would not have tried to escape, nor would he have encountered the things that followed.

Then Calvin thought of Billy, the boy who had mysteriously disappeared under his couch, and the $9.99 blanket.

He also thought of the corpses in the red beard's room, and the ghost of Isa in the kitchen of Vigili's mansion between the refrigerator and the wall...

No, I shouldn't think about it anymore--

Calvin kept saying to himself in his heart.

He felt colder and colder, and the hairs on his arms stood up one by one.

And his neck and the back of his head became heavier and heavier. He had to secretly take out many medicine bottles from the packed package around him. They were some medicines illegally obtained from underground clinics. Painkillers were the most. It is some psychotropic drugs with sedative effect, and of course sleeping pills and various other kinds of pills.

Calvin stared at those pill bottles for a while, and suddenly realized that he hadn't pinned his energy on these pills for a long time since he met Virgil.

There was some complicated meaning in his expression.

After being taken aback for a moment, he silently put the medicine bottles back.

For so long, Calvin has been used to turning a blind eye to certain things that happen around him. Yes, those weird, inhuman things that can hardly be explained by scientific theories will always happen.And if he couldn't ignore and quickly press those things into the depths of his memory, he might have gone crazy already.

But now, those things that Calvin had tried so hard to ignore began to reappear vividly in his mind. Those flies around Georgie Alston seemed to be buzzing in his ears, and Billy Still screaming in his ears [Hey Calvin, they are going to find me, don’t let them find me, save me, I don’t want to die——], and those skinned dead people, their bloody smell is so strong that it seems They are standing beside Calvin at this moment.

"Do not……"

Calvin didn't know that his gaze became hollow at this moment, and his pupils began to dilate, like a deep well.His body swayed back and forth unconsciously, his forehead bumping against the wall regularly.

A door.

The color is bright red, the surface is covered with worn paint, and the mediocre metal handle has been dulled.

The door seemed to be in Calvin's head.

It felt strange, but Calvin felt that it was there, and the terrible memories in his mind were constantly circling and roaring behind that door, and finally mixed into a huge and dark chaos.

And in front of that shadow, stood a person.

"Do not--"

Calvin murmured.

close.

Close the door.

No, let... come out.

sinner.

blood.

dark.

door.

"Crench."

There was the sound of a door opening.

Calvin screamed and jumped up in cold sweat and trembling, reflexively took out a gun from his arms and pointed it in the direction of the sound.

He was only a second away from pulling the trigger, but before that, Calvin was awakened by the strangely calm British accent.

"Calvin?"

"..."

Calvin kept his gun raised, staring blankly at the figure at the bottom of the stairs.

Gem-like peacock green eyes and soft brown curly hair.

When Fogg is in charge of the body, the body looks older and still handsome.

Calvin was panting heavily, and the muzzle of the gun kept shaking due to the trembling of his limbs.

Fogg raised his hands towards Calvin, and then he stared at him calmly and said, "Relax, Calvin, you need to calm down. Can you still recognize who I am?"

"Fogg."

Calvin called out Fogg's name in a daze as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then he slowly put down the gun.He was shaking all over, and even his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

"God, what the hell am I doing... I don't want to..."

Fogg walked up the stairs, and he gently embraced Calvin into his arms.

The British doctor smelled of a very faint disinfectant, but somehow reassuring.

"I think there may be something wrong with my brain, I... I saw hallucinations again..."

Calvin hid in Fogg's arms incoherently, confused and flustered and overwhelmed.Until now, those chaotic and dark distorted images still seem to be lurking somewhere in the shadows.

"You're just too nervous," Fogg said. "You've been under too much mental stress these days, and this morning triggered your stress response again."

"Sometimes, I mean, a lot of times I feel like I'm going to be swallowed by the stuff in my head...Fogg...I almost shot you just now...I think you're Some kind of... monster, the kind that came out of the door."

As soon as Calvin thought of the scene just now, that cold sense of fear once again filled his entire chest, and even Fogg's words became so far away.

What he didn't know was that his face looked so pale that it was almost transparent, and his shivering appearance was so fragile and delicious, which made the man close to him feel a dark and bloodthirsty pain.

"It's all right, Calvin. I'm here."

Calvin heard Fogg talking softly above his head.

"But……"

Calvin's unfinished words were blocked by cold and dry lips.

Fogg's kiss was just like himself, stern and restrained, but it was also his kiss that pulled Calvin out of the chaos in his brain like a rope.

Calvin let out a small whimper, and for a moment he even felt a sense of treachery—as if he had betrayed someone—but then he remembered that whether it was Virgili, Reed, or It's Fogg, who are actually different personalities of the same person.

Calvin raised his eyes and stared into Fogg's eyes from a very close distance.

The light at the corner of this staircase is very soft, and the color of Fogg's pupils seems to be deeper and more magnificent than usual, like the color of the flame after some kind of poisonous substance is burned.

"Well……"

After a while, Fogg let go of Calvin.

Apart from the change in pupil color, he didn't seem to have any emotional changes just from his expression.

This somewhat relieved Calvin (although even he himself did not know exactly why).

"Have you calmed down yet?"

asked Fogg.

Calvin nodded.

"Just now……"

"I hope you don't mind, I just want to take you out of that emotion."

Fogg explained calmly, and his tone made Calvin feel a little embarrassed—he thought he probably misunderstood Fogg's eyes, which were deeper than usual, as if hiding dark flames.

Calvin adjusted his breathing, and when he spoke again, his emotions were much more normal.

"Sorry, I think I embarrass myself in front of you again, I just...forget it, tell me what happened on the beach first."

Fogg squinted his eyes, and his eyes flicked over Calvin's wet and bright red lips, so fast that even Calvin, who had been looking at him, didn't notice.

"A corpse." Fogg didn't hide anything, "I heard the police officer at the scene mention the incident you encountered in front of your Los Angeles apartment."

"The kid's name is Georgie," Calvin murmured, "some kind of...pervert admirer of mine did that to him..."

A look of panic appeared in Calvin's eyes.

"I don't understand, shouldn't we hide it well? Why...why would he still find me? Why would he do this kind of thing again?"

Calvin felt the suffocation that was driving him mad again.Sometimes he would feel as if he was always being watched by something... That kind of sticky, dark and damp eyes seemed to be everywhere and always accompanied him.And no matter where he fled, it was impossible to escape its prying eyes and escape from its shadow.

Dr. Holden once told him that it was his childhood trauma, but Calvin sometimes felt that those voyeuristic feelings that were driving him crazy were not entirely his imagination.

And the "admirers" who appeared because of him afterwards seemed to prove Calvin's premonition.

They followed Calvin like moths to a flame, and performed all kinds of unimaginable and terrible deeds. Some were punished by law, while others fell into darkness.

Calvin didn't even know if he should say sorry to them.

【"this is not your fault."】

He had heard Dr. Holden and Isaac say that to him countless times.

But is that really the case...

"This is not the time to panic, calm down, Calvin, there is no clear evidence that that dead body on the beach was done by your perverted admirer. Maybe we were just unlucky and happened to be with someone with a twisted personality. The guy stayed in the same area. You also said just now that our identities should be hidden, and no one should find you... What we should really worry about now is the troubles that are close at hand."

Calvin's expression froze, his lips trembled, and he whispered, "The police."

"That's right. That corpse will attract us a lot of unnecessary attention." Fogg glanced at Calvin's packed luggage, and frowned slightly, "I'm sorry to say this, but I want to The surgery to remove the wings has to be postponed."

"Shall we leave immediately?" Calvin noticed Fogg's eyes and asked.

Fogg shook his head.