deformed bone

He noticed that Mr. R's eyes were very bright, almost like animals in the dark - of course this is normal, the human cornea can also reflect light at certain angles.But Mr. R like this still made Greien a little uncomfortable.

There was a slight fear in his heart, as if he had returned to the time when he was worthless. He looked at the security personnel around the powerful and powerful, and looked at their bulging waists.He didn't see the guns of those people, but he knew that the guns were hidden under the straight black suits.

Grian subconsciously opened his hand, and he made a gesture of surrender.

"I don't mean anything else, I just think... your male partner looks seriously frightened, do you think he needs something? As long as I can do it, I can-"

"Get out."

A hoarse whisper came from behind "Mr. R".

Grian was slightly taken aback, there was some kind of strong emotion hidden in that voice, and his voice was so sweet, as if sound waves could turn into velvet and slide over other people's eardrums.

It was precisely because of this that Grian couldn't even discern the meaning of the man's whisper at the beginning.

"what?"

he asked dazedly.

"My lover and I want you to get out immediately, and, we don't need your compensation, believe me-you will regret your faux pas just now."

"Mr. R" said coldly.

And at this time, even Grian could no longer find a reason to stay in this suite (even if he wanted to see the true face of the "Moonlight Fairy" like crazy now).

He finally left, but he believed that next time he would not let others drive him away.

"I need the monitoring channel and password of Room 2904."

Before he was about to leave the corridor and go to his office, he lowered his head and whispered in the ear of his most trusted deputy.

The latter's face became extremely strange.

"However, it's against the rules—"

"There's an awesome guy in that room, silver-haired, male, Caucasian, and I don't think he's very old."

Glenn continued.

He exchanged a glance with his deputy, and he was very satisfied to see a flash of understanding emerge from his deputy's eyes.

"A white boy with silver hair?"

The deputy repeated it softly.

Grian licked his lips, and a faint smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "I'm sure the teacher will like the gift we prepared this time, if I can get this item, I think he can even be sent directly to the Supreme Church -"

Grian didn't know that, as the central figure in the discussion between him and his deputy, he was also discussing him with his companions at this time.

"That man has a problem."

Calvin sat on the ground with a pale face, and he said softly.

Reed thought he would pass out or collapse, but when the unsightly garbage left the room, Calvin didn't fall to the ground as weak as he thought.

Of course, Calvin's state can never be called very good. His body is covered with cold sweat, and there is not even a trace of blood in his body, but his eyes are calmer than ever, even cold.

When looking back at Calvin, Reed even overlapped him with the "angel" for a moment.

It wasn't until Calvin spoke again that he realized that Calvin hadn't fallen into another state.

"I saw... countless ghosts behind him."

Calvin said calmly.

If it wasn't for the slight trembling of his hands, even Reed would not have been able to realize that Calvin was on the verge of mental breakdown.

What Calvin didn't tell Reed was that what he saw might not just be ghosts.

In some moments, he even felt what those ghosts encountered in front of him.

Being treated as goods and changing hands under the control of different men and gangs, cheated, humiliated, physically punished...

Those who are a little bit lucky will become tools for those people to make money, and they will become fixed assets in the red-light district under the control of drugs.

The less fortunate...they flow into darker and sunless places.

They suffered physical and mental torture while they were still breathing, but this does not mean that they can escape being trafficked after death-their organs circulate in the black market human organ market, and their bones are extracted to make Even their skins will be carefully peeled off to make leather bags and tools that are loved by people with special hobbies.

Why at the last moment, he accidentally made Grian aware of his existence... just because at that time, he could hardly bear the great pain caused by the spiritual resonance.

It was a very young girl.

Calvin should not understand the Russian spoken by the girl, but he felt it with his soul.

The girl's wrists were empty.

[They say living girls have better, softer hands—]

The girl's ghost no longer has any sanity, she kept repeating this sentence, staying in the most painful period of her life.

And her hand was cut off from her wrist alive.

The man who bought her hands made gloves out of her hands, and used them to rub and wipe his teapot, which was made of a special kind of earthen sand—the man superstitiously wiped the teapot with the maiden's hand to make it softer and smoother. .

That's why the girl lost her hands.

Because of a teapot.

……

Calvin bit the tip of his tongue hard, and he forced himself to withdraw from the experiences of those girls and boys.

Reed watched him very worriedly.

"Calvin, are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, tell me...Damn your face is so ugly, should I let Fogg come out to take care of you..."

"I think I need a little whiskey."

Calvin said numbly.

He drank half a bottle of wine in one breath, and the breath that seemed to be broken at any time lingered on him gradually faded away.

Calvin put the wine bottle back seemingly calmly, and it slammed heavily on the table.

"Kathy... That girl's name is Kathy, right? She didn't lie, she wasn't an adult, those people faked everything... She will meet a very tragic fate if we don't help."

Calvin stared blankly at the crystal-clear wine bottle, then said, and then he looked at Reed, and there was strong emotion in those dark purple pupils - like magma flowing under the cover of ice , There is extreme anger, but also extreme restraint.

"But you should know that we are fleeing now...and that man just now may have noticed something."

Red Deer stretched out his hand, he stroked Calvin's face, and then said softly.

He watched Calvin's emotional changes with great satisfaction, and he believed that he saw contradictions and struggles in Calvin.

He almost loved this Calvin, so fragile, so painful...and so beautiful.

Red Deer felt as if he had assumed the role of the devil in this play.

Every word he uttered had a sinister undertone—

"Do you really want to save that girl? Even if you know that you will attract countless people to hunt down and kill you... What we have to face is not ordinary troubles. Sometimes giants like the Adventist faction are more terrifying than the underworld. .We can't even count on any police or official powers, we all know why..."

"say no more……"

Calvin's lips trembled, his eye sockets were slightly red, and the purple pupils were stained with wet water.

And the red deer still played the role of worried companion perfectly.

"I'm not discouraging you, Calvin. In fact, as long as you make up your mind, we will help you and follow you without hesitation no matter what you want to do. I will be your most loyal partner, and you will also Knew I would be, right?"

"Reed..."

"But I'm just a little worried about you. We all know that once you make up your mind to save people, your identity may be exposed... and the Adventists, they have been looking for you for so many years, and now you..."

Reed reached out, and his fingertips ran down Calvin's cheek, and then slowly slid to Calvin's back.

The pair of snow-white wings fluttered subconsciously under Reed's vague touch.

"...You are now an angel in this world."

Red Deer said softly, almost pamperingly

Calvin trembled slightly in his arms.

"Fogg..." Calvin suddenly called out the doctor's name softly, the corners of Red Deer's eyes twitched slightly, and then he heard Calvin's next words, "Can Fogg prepare some medicine for me? If it is him , should be able to deploy a deadly poison that can be carried with you?"

Red Deer's pupils were instantly stained with blood red, he should be glad that he didn't let Calvin see his current appearance.

"Let Fogg concoct the poison, so that I don't have to worry about the things that will happen to me after the Adventists catch me. I'm not worried about pain or anything else, but I'm worried that they will use my name to create something in this world. commit more crimes." Calvin rested his head on Red Deer's shoulder, and the ambivalence caused by his inner struggle faded away, replaced by a gentle firmness.

"I'll save that girl named Kathy, and you know I will, don't you?"

"But, Calvin..."

"In fact, I've always wondered why I ran away." Calvin raised his head, a faint smile appeared on his pale face, very rare, there seemed to be a trace of terror in this smile, "I clearly killed so many Man, in Angeltown I locked those people in the auditorium and burned them alive. But the amazing thing is that I don't actually feel a lot of guilt inside. What I haven't told you is that I am actually making At the time of that decision, I made up my mind that after burning those people to death, I would turn myself in... But in fact, I didn't do that. I chose to escape, hide my name, and fled all the way to the present...Maybe, I am waiting."

Calvin suddenly leaned in front of Red Deer, kissed Red Deer's dry lips, and gently gnawed a small wound on the other's lips with his teeth.

Calvin licked the drop of blood from the wound on Reed's lip into his own mouth.

"Maybe I'm just waiting ... for the next Adventist church to catch fire."

Calvin heard himself muttering in a strange and hoarse tone.

"I may have, turned into a demon."

At the end, Calvin's tone was slightly shaken imperceptibly.

Reed's hand pressed heavily on Calvin's back, and he held Calvin tightly in his arms, with such strength that he seemed to embed Calvin's whole body into his chest.

"No, Calvin, you are not a devil, you just did what you should do most—"

Under the extreme excitement, Red Deer's body trembled abnormally, and even the facial muscles began to twitch slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

He said.

At an angle that Calvin couldn't see, he raised his eyes, his cold and gloomy gaze paused slightly on a few specific corners above the ceiling of the suite.

At the same time, at the other end several floors away from them, a man's surprised cry came.

"what happened?"

Just a few minutes ago, in Glien's office, he and his deputy turned on the computer, and then entered the password on the keyboard.

They violated the regulations and turned on the surveillance in the room where Calvin and Reed were located, intending to monitor the movement of the two people in the room in real time.

But after the computer screen was turned on, the monitoring screen that should have appeared did not appear.

What Glenn saw was something else.

The moment he saw that picture, his deputy jumped up from his seat, backed up again and again, and almost fell to the ground.

"My God, what is this—"

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Holy Truth Township Adventist Church

Joshua walked slowly, past the silent waiters and walked towards the cold and dark altar.

Usually at this time he should punish his sins with sharp stones and claustrophobic conditions in the Hall of Suffering, but today was a special day—one day every month he would let himself go to the altar.

It was a short time in heaven that he gave himself to support him through this long and painful world.

Those were some pretty boys—

Long hair bleached and dyed silver and blue eyes infinitely close to deep purple, each with slender hands and feet unique to teenagers and a delicate appearance that has not grown open.

Joshua's favorite is always boys, but occasionally only girls are what he likes, and he will allow it.

What made Joshua happy today was that the snow-white body locked in the center of the sacrificial hall belonged to a teenager.In the dim light, his skin was so white that it seemed to fluoresce slightly.

"It's so beautiful..."

Joshua couldn't help letting out a weak moan.

He stared intently at the boy's body, and his breathing gradually accelerated.

It took him a long time before he slowly moved towards the boy. The latter was tied to a simple altar with iron chains. Although his eyes were open, it was hard to say that he was still conscious.He drooped his head weakly, his pupils were slack, his eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of mist, and his jaw was also weakly opened, so that the corners of his mouth were always soaked with the blood flowing from his mouth. saliva.Perhaps the person who prepared all of this also felt that boys and girls with mouths open and drooling were not very attractive, so this time he filled the boy's mouth with tiny pearl rose buds.

This detail flattered Joshua perfectly.

Joshua stretched out his fingers and stirred the boy's mouth lightly, and then put the rose-scented saliva in front of his nose and took a deep smell.

His body trembled slightly.

Then he let out a strange, raven-like hoarse laugh.

"You are so beautiful, brother, you are so beautiful."

Joshua licked the boy's face, neck and chest with his eyes. His eyes were so sincere and sharp, but if he observed carefully, he felt that what he was really staring at was not the boy himself, but his fantasy. another one of them.

"Brother...I really miss you...I adore you..."

Joshua's cheekbones were red, he climbed up the altar clumsily, and straddled the boy.

And the weight of his body finally brought the young man on the altar back to his senses. The latter shook his head in confusion. He seemed to want to say something, but the pronunciation in his throat was extremely strange.

He seemed to be aware of what was in his mouth, the iron chain rubbed against the stone altar, making a rustling sound, and the boy began to subconsciously spit out the flower buds in his mouth.

This action made Joshua, who was still illusory and intoxicated, instantly plunged into rage.

"No, don't—don't make a sound—don't—"

Joshua grabbed the boy's hair and shook it, then screamed.

"Well...&...%￥#...:

And the boy stared at Joshua in a trance, and asked vaguely.

But Joshua did not understand the language the teenager was using.

The false illusion that Joshua imposed on the boy became more and more fragile. He looked at the boy in shock, and then he saw the boy's newly grown hair roots, which was a slightly dull dark yellow. And his snow-white skin with a hazy pearl-like halo has tiny freckles and spots on it. The boy's facial features are not well symmetrical, and his Adam's apple is more obvious than that of a boy of this age.

He doesn't look like the former angel Calvin... and doesn't have the slightest divine aura.

And this directly led to Joshua's loss of control.

"I told you not to make a sound-you have become unbearable-give it back to me-brother-give it back to me-"

Joshua couldn't help crying, and in a burst of rage, he stretched out his hand to cover the boy's mouth and nose.

Maybe he really just wanted to silence the other person, but in fact he made the other person barely able to breathe.

The pain caused by the suffocation finally made the young man fully awake, and the young man began to struggle desperately.

"Don't yell! Don't yell ahhh!!!"

Several times, Joshua was almost thrown under the altar by the boy, but in the end he grabbed the boy's hair to stabilize his figure.

"Ow—"

Suddenly, Joshua let out a cry of pain that was not the same as before. A few seconds later, he grabbed the boy's chin with one hand and pulled his other hand out of the boy's mouth. come out.

He raised his hand in a daze, turned his head, and observed his fingers - a deep bone-deep tooth mark appeared on his finger pulp, which was almost bitten through, and the blood was like a broken faucet gushes out.

This was bitten by that young man with an extremely strong desire to survive.

"*&...￥#...%"

While Joshua was in a daze, the boy began to yell in foreign languages.

"Stop yelling—"

Joshua's eyeballs trembled slightly, and he nervously raised his middle finger at the remaining teenagers.

The blood on his finger stained his face, the boy's eyes overflowed with intense fear, and he screamed even louder...

"Stop calling."

Joshua repeated in a very small voice.

He doesn't wish to hurt anyone, he thought very faintly.

Even if he has discovered that the boy under him is just a poor and disgusting fake.

He just hoped that the other party would shut up more and let him be quiet for a while, his mood had already changed from the initial illusory high to the extreme low.

The fakes these people sent him are like invisible mirrors, showing Joshua himself very ridiculous and weird-he himself is actually just like these pathetic and inferior individuals, just imitating real angels A counterfeit made by Calvin.

Anyone with a little sobriety can see the difference between them and real angels.

Just like Joshua, who himself needs to undergo heavy doses of chemical hair dye every other week to make his hair the fantasy silver color-but his hair will never be like his brother's Crystal clear and gorgeous, as soft as silk.

Joshua's white hair is as thin and dry as that of an 80-year-old man without special care, and he often cries because of it.

As for his eyes, his skin, and his facial features transformed by countless plastic surgery, they are all so weird and ugly.

Whenever he thought of his own ugliness, Joshua would plunge into the abyss of rage and depression at the same time.

"Um...uh...help...help..."

But Joshua's wish for the teenager to be quiet did not come true.The boy seemed to have finally remembered the only English words he knew, and he yelled, his pronunciation was weird.

This made Joshua's mind instantly blank——

"Shut up! Shut up you swine—"

Joshua grabbed the boy's throat firmly.The boy struggled, and the sound he made was so ugly that Joshua collapsed.He didn't realize that his actions were too rough - his nails dug deep into the boy's throat -

Finally, the boy calmed down.

It took Joshua a while to realize that the half-smiling, half-crying sound echoing in the hall was actually his own howling.

And when he lowered his head, what he saw was the corpse of a young man with a distorted face and bulging eyes.

The poor boy had been strangled to death on the altar by Joshua.

"Do not……"

A broken murmur escaped from Joshua's lips.

He rolled off the altar in shock, and then he stared at the boy, finally realizing what he had done.

"I just...I just want you to be quiet...brother...no...brother..."

Joshua slowly bent his body, curled up on the cold ground, and whimpered loudly.