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The so-called "dead silence in another space" that made him feel dazed and uneasy before had ripples without warning.

【"Burn those people, burn those vicious, dark and evil sinners to death, erase the existence of those people with your holy hands, and witness their blood with your bright eyes..."】

The smell of blood gradually became stronger along with those overlapping whispers.

Calvin swallowed dryly.

He turned his head.

Beside the dirty and terribly uncomfortable bed stood the rickety bedside table.At this time, the drawer of the bedside table had been pulled out a thin crack at some point.The blood that had turned into thick black pulp was gurgling out, and those continuous, chattering whispers came from the inside of the drawer.

The roar of the air conditioner was getting louder and louder.

The temperature was dropping rapidly, and Calvin noticed that white vapor came out of his mouth and nose when he breathed.

His wings were stretched tightly behind his back, and he made a subconscious defensive posture.

"Go away."

Calvin's lips parted slightly, and he let out a moan-like whisper.

But it didn't work, something invisible was vibrating, flowing, rushing towards Calvin.

Those cold and gloomy voices filled with lifeless energy became more and more rapid and sharp.

【"Kill those filthy and evil souls, only the great El, you will be our light and salvation—"】

And Calvin's heartbeat became very fast, his breathing seemed to be stuck in his throat, and his eyes turned black in bursts.

"Do not……"

He desperately pinched his palm with his nails, trying to use the pain to regain his sanity.

By now he couldn't quite tell the difference between reality and illusion.Yes, he was now well aware of the existence of those spirits - like the sins they rarely appeared in front of people but they did exist.

But sometimes, like now, he still feels as if he has been dragged into a nightmare by an invisible hand.His blood seemed to have turned to ice, and his heart, stuck inside his chest, was about to explode.

"crunch-"

In Calvin's sight, the drawer was gradually pushed out.

A bloody hand with fingertips and joints exposed due to rot slowly pokes out from it.

And then another one.

Calvin stood there motionless, he watched the girl slowly leaning out from the drawer in a frozen state.

It had been a long time since he had seen her again.

Whether in a nightmare or in reality.

Isa's ginger hair, which had turned a nasty gray-brown, hung in strands against her swollen, rotting cheeks.

Her eyeballs protruded from the eye sockets, and a small piece of densely packed yellow eggs grew near the pupil.

And now she was staring at Calvin with these crazy eyes.

["Calvin,"] her voice was darker and deeper than in the nightmare, ["Don't hurt her... don't let the 'door' hurt her, please brother Calvin, don't hurt her, don't let the evil hurt her, don't Let her come to this world..."]

Calvin screamed uncontrollably—

Isha's voice and everything made him dizzy and unbearable.

He felt as if he had fallen, his shoulder hitting the floor.

The half-healed part of the wing scratched the edge of the bed, and the blood soon seeped out.

But Calvin finally came out of that nightmare.

There were no ghosts or eerie low temperatures, and the sunlight poured in from behind the shutters, drawing parallel slender spots of light on the floor.

Calvin gasped violently, and he staggered up from the floor.Almost at the same time, Reed rushed in.

"Calvin?! What happened! What happened to you!"

He hugged Calvin, and examined him carefully up and down.Apparently he had heard Calvin's short scream and was startled by it.

"I don't know..." Calvin murmured, it took him a moment to get his emotions under control, and then he met Reed's eyes, "I don't know what happened, but..."

While speaking, Calvin's eyes accidentally glanced at the bedside table, and then he condensed in Reed's arms while maintaining that posture.

The drawer has been pulled open.

Reed followed Calvin's line of sight, and he frowned indistinctly. Then he settled the trembling Calvin on the sofa, walked forward, and took out the things in the drawer.

It was a simple and ordinary leather notebook for business use. In this era when almost everyone has begun to carry a tablet with them, it seems a bit outdated and outdated, but when you open the paper inside, the handwriting written on those horizontal grids But it is fresh.

"I recorded the things Grian said."

Behind Reed, Calvin murmured.

He looked much better now, but his face was still very pale, and his eyes were full of deep confusion.

"I don't know……"

Calvin bent down, his elbows resting on his knees, and he lowered his head and covered his face, as if in this way he could escape from the world for a brief moment.

"It smells like that kind of thing." Reed weighed the notebook in his hand and said, his face was also quite ugly, "Your physique is a bit special, and your spirit may make those things... I mean, those things Ghosts are easier to manifest. And they can easily resonate with you. Honestly, if it weren't for your unique situation, I would think that your constitution is very suitable for being a psychic...and the kind that is not deceiving."

Reed casually threw the notebook on the bed, and Calvin only glanced at the notebook, and he felt great resistance to spending the night on this bed tonight.

But I have to say that it was Reed's casual and loose attitude that made Calvin feel much better.At least his spirit is no longer tense to an uncontrollable level.

"I saw Isa." Calvin whispered, "What the child said... I don't understand."

It's like he doesn't understand why no matter how many times he sees her in nightmares or in psychic form, Isha still looks so miserable and suffering.

"If there are ghosts in this world, then there should be heaven, and the child should stay in heaven well."

Reed put his hand on Calvin's back, and he turned sideways, resting his forehead against Calvin's.

"That's because you are too guilty." Reed said, "Maybe I should explain to you that ghosts have no form, they are just a kind of energy... and the reason why they can appear in front of you with a fixed image , all because of your ability, your thinking..."

"what do you mean?"

Reed kissed the corner of Calvin's eye lightly.

"In your subconscious mind, what image do you think those souls will appear in, then what image they will appear in front of you. The girl you mentioned is named Isa, right? You have never been able to let go of your love for her. You feel that she has suffered too much pain in front of her, and you even think that she may be resenting you...so every time, she will appear as you want to see."

Reed grabbed a glass from the head of the bed, and he shook it in front of Calvin.

"This is your thinking, or your subconscious mind—" Reed tapped the not-so-clean glass wall with his fingertips.

Then he unscrewed the cap of the bottled water bottle and poured drinking water into the glass.

The clear liquid swayed slightly in the quilt.

"You can understand these liquids as those ghosts...I mean, the energy of those souls that have not yet dissipated." Reid's tone was soft and low, and his explanation was quite clear, "Water is invisible when there is no container Yes, but once you give them a shell, or a container, their shape settles."

Calvin looked at the glass of water in disbelief, then he trembled heavily, and Reed, who had been prepared for this reaction, grabbed Calvin by the shoulder.

"Hey, Calvin, honey, I never wanted to tell you this because I was afraid you would be provoked..."

"You at least—at least you should have—"

Calvin said incoherently, his whole body fell into great confusion.

He hadn't thought at all about his own thoughts, those damn emotions and thoughts in his head that would affect the souls of those poor people.

"You just feel that emotion, that... vibe. Maybe your surface consciousness can't feel it but there's a part of you, the part that I say makes you fit to be a psychic, that connects you to those Ghosts have a wonderful resonance. Your subconscious realizes what happened to those poor little ones, and then your guilt, your pain, makes those ghosts take on what they are. The line is It's very vague, some ghosts are really bad, even if they die, they still stay in the darkest moment. But... sometimes, it's just because you are sad and guilty."

"I...didn't do anything..."

Calvin felt a scorching tide welling up in his eye sockets.

"I can't save her."

"But you should stop thinking about her." Reed said, and then he put the notebook that made Calvin uncomfortable all over the body on the coffee table, a place away from Calvin, "this one too."

he motioned.

Calvin's eyes couldn't help staying on the notebook.

"A large part of Grian's business has to do with the Adventists, and those people still fucking like kids with light-colored hair and blue-purple eyes-they're still looking for me, if they can't find me If they come to me, they will go to someone else."

Calvin's voice gradually choked, and his tone was full of strong anger and disgust.

"Hey, Calvin, stop, stop the pointless guilt and punishment, look me in the eyes and say after me—"

Reed cupped Calvin's face, forcing the latter to look up.

His eyes were like abysses embedded in the emerald waters of the lake, and Calvin saw his own pale face in Reed's eyes.

"It's not your fault, everything is not your fault."

"No...it's not my fault..."

Calvin slowly followed Reed word by word.

"You'll make those people pay," Reed continued.

"I'll make those people...I'll make those people pay what they deserve."

After saying this, Calvin's body finally relaxed a little.