deformed bone

"Calvin?" Virgil suddenly said, "Are you okay? You look a little bad..."

Calvin suddenly recovered from the trance: "I... I'm fine."

He wanted to say that everything was fine with him, but today he had already experienced two fugue states.

Even though Fogg calmly comforted him before, things were not that bad. Calvin still couldn't feel at ease. He even suspected that the relaxed and energetic state he felt in the morning was an illusion.

He may be on the verge of madness, bodily and mentally penduluming between madness and lucidity, in the same way that a manic-depressive person is constantly flipping back and forth between depression and hyperactivity.

His tongue was a little bitter, and he began to miss his pills contained in the yellow medicine.Those pills might not be right, but at least they gave him peace of mind.

Calvin didn't know if it was because he was too obvious, Virgili noticed his strangeness.

The green-eyed young man stood in the living room for a while, then asked abruptly, "Should I call Fogg out?"

Calvin had never seen such an expression on Vigilie's face. The latter was trying to maintain his composure, and maybe he was trying to pretend to be free and easy, but anyone with eyes could tell that he was frustrated and sad, like a bird that had been rejected. Poor little.

That feeling came again...

Calvin rubbed his fingertips lightly, he kind of wanted to pat Virgil on the head and tell him everything was fine.

And Virgil shook his lips, still trying to force himself: "I always feel that you seem to trust Fogg more, and you seem more at ease when he is around."

"No, of course not—"

Calvin subconsciously began to comfort Virgil.

"There is no 'more' trust, whether you, Fogg, or Reed, you are all reliable. Without you, I simply don't know how I would persist until now."

"And Reed?"

Calvin didn't know why Virgili's face was so ugly. The latter opened his eyes wide, as if he had been greatly shocked.

Calvin vaguely heard him mutter something.

"what?"

"No, nothing. I'm just kind of happy."

Virgili then smiled contentedly, and he said to Calvin, as if his stiff expression a second ago was just Calvin's illusion. ;

"Maybe a little jealous..."

Noticing Calvin's gaze, Virgili quickly added.

"I thought I could be a little bit special to you."

Now Calvin swore that he was absolutely right. The young man in front of him was indeed "complaining" in a rather intimate tone. Of course, it was more like "acting like a baby" than "complaining".

Calvin felt a little relieved because of this, and he finally practiced his idea - he walked up to Virgil, then raised his hand and gently rubbed Virgil's hair.

"You do have something special, so there's no need to be jealous."

he said softly.

The rigidity and embarrassment that had been between him and Vigily from just now finally melted away at this moment (at least Calvin himself thought so). There was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Well, I'm not jealous."

Vigily repeated, and then he turned his face quickly and touched Calvin's lips lightly, who was caught off guard.

"But I still want to kiss you."

he whispered.

This time, Calvin did not resist.

Virgil's kiss was as sweet as ever, with a hint of youthfulness.

The moment he closed his eyes, Calvin inexplicably thought of Fogg, whose kiss would be more mature and colder, but that did not mean indifference.

Fogg's body has a faint smell of disinfectant, while Virgil's body has an apple-like fragrance.

But Calvin chose to ignore that feeling, a subtle and tingling feeling, like the little mark you accidentally cut your finger when refurbishing a book.

Calvin didn't continue to think about Fogg.

Of course, he didn't think about Reid anymore.

……

Calvin and Virgil planned to leave the seaside villa the next day.

"But there is one small problem."

Vigily touched his chin and muttered while standing in the spacious living room.

Calvin glanced at the packed luggage at the door.

"Did we forget something?"

Considering the police and the Adventists, he is a little too nervous now.

"We forgot a small procedure. The place needs cleaning—"

Virgil said.

They need to clean up all the biological tissues that may be left in this villa, including hair and dander.

"After all, two experienced police officers have seen your face. Although the possibility is very small, I still hope that it is possible to prevent anyone from finding evidence that can link you with the Adventist garbage."

Virgil explained.

He tried very hard to calm Calvin down, but Calvin became uncontrollably agitated.

"Calvin, don't worry about this. Someone can help you deal with this problem. I can swear to you that he can clean up perfectly."

Vigili said.

At the very first moment, Calvin still took Virgil's words as comfort.

But soon Calvin realized that there was another personality lurking in the body of this young man who looked like a playboy in front of him.

As he said, a person who can perfectly solve all cleaning problems.

Histo.

Under the watchful eyes of Calvin, Virgili began the transfer of personality dominance.

Bathed in Calvin's sight, the innocent and clear mint green eyes belonging to Virgil gradually became gentle and deep, and his expression became calm little by little.

It seems that in just an instant, the feeling of this body has become much more mature.

"Histus?"

Calvin stared at the suddenly unfamiliar person in front of him, and hesitantly called out that name.

"..."

Histu blinked, and he looked at Calvin silently without saying a word.

Calvin was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that Histu was a mute, but also a very skilled and skilled housekeeper.Ashamed to say, Calvin's only memory of him turned out to be the dinner he once cooked.

Seeing an unfamiliar personality replaced the familiar shell made Calvin feel very complicated.

Obviously so familiar and intimate, but because of the appearance of a new personality, it has become so strange.

Calvin couldn't treat Histu like an ordinary stranger, but he couldn't get along with him as intimately as Virgil and Fogg.

You see, this is where the trouble lies.

Calvin heard the voice whispering in his heart.

They are clearly the same person, but you can't help seeing those separate personalities as a whole.

They are like different souls trapped in the same body.

Calvin interrupted his thoughts rationally.

But back to reality, he still didn't know how to get along with Xistu.

and……

Calvin might have observed Histu carefully.For some reason, Xistu felt a little fragile and illusory to him.

It was precisely because of this that when Calvin watched Histu skillfully put on the bib and prepared the cleaning tools to start cleaning the room, he felt unprecedented restlessness.

Calvin leaned over anxiously, intending to help, but after some actions, he found that he would only bring new troubles to Histu... and Histu was clearly aware of this, but he was so gentle Even turning down Calvin was impossible.

[As long as you feel happy, you can do whatever you want. 】

Histu said gently to Calvin in sign language.

Calvin was shocked to find that Histu's face would be blushed with embarrassment after meeting his gaze.

After getting to know Virgil, Fogg, Reed, and Mercer, Calvin couldn't imagine that a shy and gentle personality like Histu came from the same person as the others.

[You can go and rest for a while, I am very good at cleaning up, and it will be done soon. 】

Maybe he misunderstood Calvin's sluggishness at that moment, and Histu's eyes showed anxiety.He moved his limbs in a panic, desperately explaining to Calvin.

[I can really get work done quickly. 】

"I know...you are amazing, and the food you cook is also delicious."

Calvin said in a panic.

Hearing the unintentional praise, Xistu's eyes instantly became extraordinarily bright, his face blushed even more, and even a faint pink appeared on his earlobes.

(Why the hell did he notice this--)

Immediately afterwards, Histu made a series of gestures excitedly, but Calvin did not understand.

Then Histu explained everything with his actions. He rushed into the kitchen and quickly prepared a sandwich for Calvin, using avocado slightly seasoned with black pepper and lemon and crushed boiled eggs, served with A little bit of slightly burnt bacon is added, and the baked toast exudes a slightly burnt aroma.The sandwiches were cut into nearly perfect triangles and the drink was freshly squeezed orange juice.

Calvin looked at the meal Histu served him in bewilderment.

It is obviously a fairly simple food, but Chisto's cooking skills are enough to turn it into a delicacy that is not inferior to Michelin.

But... this also made Calvin feel more and more embarrassed.

[Caffeine can affect your sleep. 】

Histu looked at Calvin with concern. After discovering the latter's stiffness, he seemed a little frustrated and uneasy. He explained something in sign language, and Calvin was horrified to find that he could detect the frustrated tone from the sign language.

Calvin smiled stiffly from Histu and ate the sandwich and orange juice combo—it wasn't difficult, both the sandwich and the orange juice were dizzyingly delicious.

But Histu's eyes full of joy and expectation made Calvin overwhelmed.

"It's delicious, really, really delicious."

Calvin said quickly.

Histo suddenly burst into a bright smile.

【thanks. 】

He gestured.Then he lowered his head, took Calvin's hand with both hands, and kissed Calvin's fingertips lightly and devoutly.

Calvin almost jumped up on the spot, but was too rigid from the shock to move.

During this gap, Histu had calmly retreated.He's like one of those old colonial servants you see in movies, docile and respectful to an unsettling degree.

Such Histu made Calvin secretly miss Virgil, Fogg or Reed.But he also understood why the other three would let Histu appear on this night.

As Sistu himself said, he is very good at housework.

Under his hands, the vast and grueling clean-up work proceeded with such rapidity.

Even when cleaning the floor and the bathtub with bleach, Histu's every move has an elegant sense of rhythm. In Calvin's view, Histu undoubtedly turned this kind of housework into some kind of performance art.

In just a few hours, Xistu completed all the cleaning work.He quickly took off his ridiculous apron and all the cleaning tools, and silently returned to Calvin.

He was half kneeling beside the sofa, keeping his head up, staring at Calvin eagerly.

It took Calvin a moment to realize that the man in front of him was waiting for his evaluation—

"For God's sake... can you use magic?"

Calvin looked at Histu in awe. In his opinion, the ground cleaned by the latter was so smooth that even stepping on it looked like some kind of blasphemy.

That smile appeared on Histu's face again.

Calvin was not surprised to find that Histu's smile was very innocent, and it could even be said to have a hint of childishness.

He had some doubts that Xistu might be different from other personalities in terms of spirit, which made him treat Xistu with a trace of pity that he didn't even notice.

But soon, he fell into trouble again because of this complicated and tender mood.

【I am so happy. 】

Hearing Calvin's response, Histu gestured.

He approached Calvin again, trying to kiss Calvin's fingertips like before, but this time Calvin avoided him.

"No, don't do this..."

Calvin blurted out.

With just such a simple refusal, Xistu was instantly hit by a huge blow.

【sorry. 】

He gestured desperately and bent his body.

Calvin swore that at this moment, he would rather face the black muzzle of the gun than Histu's wet and sad eyes.

And the next second, he began to regret his oath a little bit.

"Crack-"

He heard a sound of glass shattering.

The author has something to say: The male nanny came out for a walk...

That "click" wasn't glass, it was someone's heartbreak! [Not +—]