deformed bone

"Do not touch me--"

Calvin subconsciously avoided the man.

He waved his hand suddenly, opening the arms of the future man.

However, the moment that hand touched Calvin, he heard a miserable howl.

It was a sound made by overlapping several voices, crushed and then reintegrated, as if it gathered all the pain and desolation you can think of in this world.

Calvin almost screamed, he almost thought he really did.

But the fact is that his soul has been completely pierced by that sound, like a small bug stuck on a long, thin and sharp silver needle, his whole body is stiff and unable to move.

Of course, in a sense, he should also be grateful for that stiffness, otherwise the wings on his back would probably flap him like a dying bird.

"Oh wait, take it easy dude, I meant no harm."

The man seemed taken aback, he raised his hand and took a step back.

"I said, you have to leave my place. You have affected passers-by—"

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head, looked at the wretched scumbag who had been pestering Calvin before and growled.

Judging from the latter's attitude, he didn't hear the same voice as Calvin - he was a wretched little punk from the start, and he was when he left.

He scrambled away, looking a little frightened, but Calvin could see that the guy was only afraid of the man next to him.

"Are you ok?"

Then Calvin paled to see the man approaching him tentatively.

It was a man who was not young anymore, between the end of middle age and the beginning of old age, he had a face that seemed very much in line with people's definition of "good guy", with light blue eyes and a good figure (at least For a man his age).Calvin believed that if this man had given the thumbs-up on the side of the road, people would have been more than willing to stop and give him a ride, since he looked harmless.

But from Calvin's point of view, the smiling white man in front of him can only make him feel creepy.

He believed that the other party should not know that behind him, several women were staring at him dully with bloody faces.

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…】

[My question...yes, my question...sorry I shouldn't provoke you...]

【Dad, I'm so hungry...】

……

The scream at the beginning, the terrible sound of hell that only Calvin could hear, gradually separated and slowed down, and finally turned into several illusory voices repeating and murmuring endlessly.

"My name is David."

The man introduced himself and held out his hand to Calvin in a very old fashioned way.

Calvin didn't make any moves.

Several of the women looked Mexican, with bulging eye sockets and eyelids of a hideous, swollen, glowing purplish red.

Another woman's lips were swollen like sausages, and her jaw was pointing out the other way.

Her muttering was vague and urgent, and her eyes were as empty as two holes in her face.

【I just accidentally fell down the stairs... sorry... it's my fault... I'll be careful...】

A thin layer of cold sweat oozed from Calvin's forehead.

The women seemed unaware of their own mortality, still trapped in their own nightmares.

The nightmare that man brought them.

Calvin lowered his eyes, his face was extremely ugly.

He wished he could not see: the figures who followed David, the women with swollen cheekbones and eye sockets, the malnourished children who were thin as skeletons.

By now, Calvin would no longer regard those terrifying phantoms as his own imaginations caused by his mental breakdown.He prefers to believe that those figures (or in other words, ghosts) are the shadow and evidence of the crimes committed by the man in front of him in the past.

In reality, after seeing Calvin ignoring him, the old man who called himself David withdrew his hand very naturally, even shrugged his shoulders, and made a joke: "Wow, I forgot, you young It’s not popular anymore.”

At the same time as he shrugged, a pendant slipped from his neckline: under the round crystal on it was Calvin's face that had already been seen about to vomit. Wen looked at each other.

Calvin's pupils shrank slightly, and his gaze instantly settled on the pendant.

David caught Calvin's gaze immediately, and he grinned and smiled.

"Oh, yes, it may surprise you a bit, but I'm actually a member of Adventism... No, unlike that little bastard just now, I'm a true believer. I'm really sorry, that guy caused you bothered."

David said in that affected tone.

"True believers?"

Calvin repeated softly.

"Oh, that guy just joined for the sake of benefit—you know, no matter how pure an organization is, there will inevitably be scum mixed into it." David said.

Calvin clearly sensed that the other party was watching him, and that kind of gaze was no more comfortable than that of the little gangster before.He subconsciously lowered the brim of his hat a little more, desperately trying to control his emotions.

"...But please allow me to clarify a few words. True Adventist believers will not pester passers-by like that guy just now. I am really sorry."

Calvin raised an eyebrow under the brim of his hat.

He didn't expect that he would see such a familiar trick among the lower-level Adventists one day-before that, he had only seen others act like this in the small-town gangsters.

If Calvin's guess is correct, the wretched man just now and the pious "true believer" in front of him are probably a pair of partners who cooperate with each other tacitly.After the initial bad experience, the latter jumped out to show a well-cultivated appearance. Under such a tragic contrast, they can easily make people who don't know the truth believe that false statement.

Maybe some lesser believers can be very annoying, but that's the exception.True Adventists are honest and friendly people—

"Sir, you look a little bad, maybe you'd like to come over to my house for some lemonade? Well, don't worry, I can swear that I'm not a bad person. I live in this neighborhood, and I really want to do it for the person just now." Adventist trash apologizes to you..."

Two children passed by David on bicycles, and they greeted the man happily: "Good afternoon, Mr. David—"

And David responded to them with a smile: "Liz, Joanna, good afternoon, stay safe!"

The two children chased each other and disappeared at the end of the road.

This scene looked so warm and natural, and what David said seemed to be true.

On the surface at least, David came off as flawless.Calvin had a premonition that the man in front of him would be quite suitable for the Adventists, and he would not be at the bottom

Christians have stayed in this position for too long.

Sweat dripped down the gap between Calvin's hidden wings and his back. When David turned his head, he looked at Calvin with some doubts.He seemed to be looking at Calvin's back.

"On your back—"

He was troubled, eyeing Calvin in bewilderment.

Calvin's body swayed, and the women turned their faces away when David looked at him.

A strong smell of blood and rancidity wafted from their bodies, covering Calvin's mouth and nose like an invisible wet rag.Calvin almost fell to the ground, and David, in a show of kindness, grabbed Calvin.

"Well--"

At this moment, Calvin felt as if he had been punched viciously, and the fist was aimed at his soul.

Some images flow in along the place where David and Calvin skin contact, no, or should not use "flow" but "squeeze".

Calvin received those horrific scenes unprepared.

Beaten.

humiliation.

Mental violence.

Physical violence.

howling.

Those pictures kept flashing back in Calvin's mind like lightning.

"It's not David...you're not David..."

Calvin's pupils dilated suddenly, and the irises became very thin circles hidden behind the dark pupils.

The expression on his face became dull and cold at this moment, like a statue made of some kind of inorganic matter.

David opened his mouth wide in shock, and the vast and huge sense of fear also captured him——

And Calvin was looking at David like this, his lips moved slightly, and he murmured like a synthetic voice.

"Zakius Vicari...that's your real name, you were born in Brazil right? Your first wife was Mexican and she bore you a son in Mexico City but you almost She was beaten to death, she went to the hospital because of a concussion and didn't come out again, you told her mother that she fell down the stairs by herself..."

"Wh... what... what the hell are you talking about..."

David's face was pale.

At this moment, all his pretense: those who are amiable, those who are calm, all turned into dust.

There was great panic in his eyes, and he wanted to pull his hand away from Calvin, but he found that he couldn't move at all.

That indescribable thing trapped him firmly.

He felt that something very important and private in his body was being lost, it felt like someone was stroking his defenseless abdomen and trying to cut open his stomach with a scalpel to take out his internal organs.

"You managed to come to America, your second wife was an American, you controlled her and forced her to think it was all her fault... she was fine before marriage, but after that she was always 'no Beware of falling down the stairs' or 'hitting something'...you go to the supermarket with the baby but you forget about him...you put him in the car...then you let the woman...it's Chris Did you make Chris say it was your fault..."

"I don't know...damn, let me go, shut up...I don't want to hear..."

"Chris killed himself."

Calvin continued.

"And that kid you left in Mexico starved to death in his room because he wasn't cared for, and his grandmother died across the living room a week before he starved..."

Calvin's eyes became more and more terrifying and colder, and they were definitely not human eyes.

David, or Zakius Vicary, was overwhelmed by the inexplicable sense of fear the moment he met his eyes.

A stench suddenly gushed out of his pants.

He experienced incontinence in his first year at age 50.

But he didn't even know how it came about.

Urine dripped down Zakius' thighs to his ankles, and his pants clung tightly to his legs.

Calvin suddenly trembled, as if he had just woken up from a long dream.Then he pushed the dumbfounded old man away.

He looked in horror at the man who had become old and timid in an instant, covered in urine, his lips quivered, but he could hardly speak.

The man looked at him in despair, tears streaming down his face.

"What did you do to me? Who are you? Why...why would you know..."

David staggered back, and in just a moment, his skin turned a strange grayish white, and blue blood vessels and meridians appeared under the skin that seemed to have become translucent.David, on the other hand, seemed unaware of the abnormality in his body, he kept staring straight at Calvin, and kept asking questions in his mouth.

"You said that child died of starvation? How did you know? What on earth did you..."

"Sorry, I...I have to leave...I...I'm not interested in religion...I..."

Calvin said reluctantly with all his strength.At this moment, he misses Virgili or Fogg's company more than ever.

Just standing in front of someone like David felt like he was about to suffocate.

The souls of those women began to approach David gradually, and their gray arms slowly wrapped around the man's slightly red neck like snakes that were about to die.

The chaotic and dazed look that had been permeating their faces before was fading little by little - Calvin didn't dare to continue watching.

He turned around and ran away.

He suspected that his escaping posture might not be any more elegant than the little gangster before him, and he could hardly control his pace.

David's voice fell far behind him.

"Who are you? What did you do to me—"

The man's voice seemed to be chopped up.His every word seemed to carry the breath of despair.

Calvin ran for a long distance, and didn't stop until he felt that he had lost David's attention. Then he leaned on the wall and bent over almost collapsed.

He retched.

Some people cast strange glances at him, and Calvin turned up the collar of his coat in horror to block his face.His brain is in a mess now, almost returning to the Blue Diamond Crown Hotel by instinct instead of memory.

And just as he was tremblingly taking out his room card from his pocket and trying to open the combination lock in front of the elevator, the elevator door opened in front of him with a "ding--".

"Calvin?!"

The green-eyed young man opened his eyes wide in shock, and the moment he saw Calvin, he rushed out of the elevator and hugged Calvin.

For a split second, he looked a little bit Reed, a little bit Fogg, and a little Virgili.

Perhaps precisely because he was in a state of extreme confusion, Calvin was not even able to identify the exact personality identity in his companion's body.

"Where the hell have you been? You're scaring me to death—"

Calvin completely ignored the other party's words, he silently shrank into the other party's arms, trembling constantly.

"Calvin... hey, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

The man who immediately realized that something was wrong held Calvin's face, his emerald green eyes were full of panic.

It wasn't until this moment that Calvin suddenly realized that it was Virgil.

His body softened and he almost lost the strength to support himself.

Virgili carried Calvin into the elevator, and then forcibly dragged the panicked Calvin back to the suite.

After returning to the room, Calvin rushed into the bathroom immediately. He vomited to such an extent that he was about to empty out the last drop of gastric juice in his stomach.At this moment, what tortured him was not his unstable mental state, but rather an uncontrollable abnormality in his body.

【Woooooooo...】

That painful cry still lingers in his ears, someone is squeezing and kneading his internal organs, torturing his soul.

It was as if a block of ice had been placed in his abdomen, and the block of ice was gradually expanding, and the shards of ice were scraping against his body like a dagger.

Calvin's eyes turned blood red, and even the vomit turned the color of blood in a trance.

"God, what did you do to yourself by going out..."

Faintly, Calvin heard Virgili speaking in his ear.

"I have no idea……"

Calvin murmured in reply.

His breathing is still extremely rapid up to now, and his heart has been out of control since just now.

He felt that he might be answering Virgil, but on the other hand, he seemed to be talking to another voice, a voice that was more ethereal and unreal.

"Sorry...I'm so sorry...I'm really sorry..."

Calvin wept unknowingly.

He didn't even know how long he had maintained this chaotic state.

Anyway, when someone ripped his clothes off, he almost instinctively pushed that person away.

"Oh, it hurts—"

Calvin slowly sobered up from Virgil's pain.

He came back to his senses panting, and looked at Virgil on the ground—for a moment, he saw some kind of thick and ominous shadow on Virgil's face.

It seemed to him that the latter's face was covered with a mask, an ancient Egyptian mask, a dog's mask with a slender snout and slanting eyes.

But after a split second the illusion disappeared.

Calvin finally came back to his senses completely.

"Oh, my God."

He murmured.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see if you were injured." Virgili got up from the ground, he seemed a little shocked, and even explained it pitifully - he was referring to the matter of undressing Calvin before .

"That was just a subconscious move. I'm sorry, Virgil, I didn't mean anything malicious. I just...may have encountered a very strange thing today."

Calvin touched his back with his backhand, his wings had been fully extended, echoing Calvin's tense spirit, the pair of wings flapped restlessly on his back.

"I can tell you look terrified."

Virgil said thoughtfully.Then he poured Calvin a glass of water, next to which were several pills.

Meeting Calvin's gaze, Vigilius forced a smile (Calvin could see that he was trying to hide his concern).

"Tranquilizers..." he explained. "Abusing drugs sucks, but I think you really need this right now."

"Your tone sounds like Fogg."

Calvin said softly.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the few pills and swallowed down his throat.

Virgil carefully wrung out an ice towel, and he wiped Calvin's forehead and neck.

During this process, Calvin, who had finally recovered a little bit of normalcy, told him what had happened to him without reservation.

"It's really weird—"

Recalling his previous experiences, Calvin still felt terrible.

"I'm trying to convince myself I'm not crazy, but if I'm not, I really don't know how to explain the...the 'ghosts'...and what I'm feeling in that disgusting scum Fragments. I mean, those fragments are so real..."

As Calvin spoke, he met Vigily's eyes.

"You know, I feel like I can peek into other people's past."

"Calvin..."

"What is this? Supernatural powers? For God's sake, I really want to throw up. What that man did to his wife and his children..."

Vigily embraced Calvin's shoulder, he leaned over and kissed Calvin's forehead.

Then he reached out and took Calvin's wrist.

He put Calvin's hand on his chest.

"Then do you want to try me?" Virgil tilted his head and looked at Calvin seriously, "How about taking a peek at my past and my thoughts, and washing away the nausea that that Adventist member gave you?" ?”

Calvin was slightly taken aback by Vigily's appearance.

Through the skin, muscles, and bones, Virgil's heart was beating vigorously under Calvin's palm.

"Vigily..." Calvin hesitated for a moment, lowered his voice, and then said, "Do you mind letting Reed come out first? I think I really need to discuss with him what happened today. "

He licked his lips nervously.

"You know, he knows more about things like souls and ghosts, maybe he can give me the answer... I really don't mean anything else, but I'm afraid only he can help me now."