deformed bone

Virgili didn't listen to "Helen" and obediently get out.On the contrary, he got up quite deftly from the ground, and grabbed "Helen"'s wrist when he was about to turn around and leave.

"Please agree to my request, I really don't mean any harm, I'm just portraying you—your beauty—"

He said eagerly to "Helen", as if he didn't notice the sudden livid face of the other party at all.

At the first moment, "Helen" wanted to withdraw his wrist from Vigily's palm, but it was strange that he failed after several attempts.Vigilie may have been too enthusiastic, his fingers were firmly stuck on the wrist of "Helen". Contrary to that soft and harmless appearance, this innocent-looking young man has a pair of cold Reminiscent of reptile hands.But now his cold fingers were tightly wrapped around "Helen's" wrist like a snake.

"Let go!"

"Helen" clenched her other fist, and he hissed in a low voice as a warning.Even though it was just someone touching the skin on the left wrist, "Helen" acted like he had been touched by a dead toad. He couldn't even bear it until Virgili understood what he meant.At the same time that the warning was issued, he subconsciously raised his fist and prepared to hit Virgili a few times, just like he used to treat those strange men and women who harassed him.

However, at this moment, a crisp girl's voice sounded hesitantly behind "Helen".

"Good evening, brother Calvin... um... sorry?"

"Helen", or it should be said that Calvin's fist suddenly stopped in mid-air.He turned his head sharply to look at the corner, where a young girl was smiling awkwardly at him.Normally he didn't like being called by his real name (although he never liked the nickname "Helen"), but that little girl was obviously an exception.

"Did I disturb you to beat up the pervert?"

After discovering Calvin and seeing herself, the little girl tilted her head and said.

She looked maybe ten years old, maybe a little younger, with tousled ginger curly hair, like all neglected ghetto girls, and she was small, with crooked teeth, and spoke in a distant way. With a mature accent beyond her age, a white skirt from a second-hand store hangs empty on her body.

Under Isa's curious eyes, Calvin let out a breath slowly, he put away his fist, and then glanced at Vigily coldly. opened Calvin's wrist.

"I'm sorry—"

Virgili opened his mouth in panic, but Calvin's eyes looked straight through him, as through the air.

"Isa? Why are you here?"

He greeted the little girl named Isa, and at the same time rubbed the wrist of the other hand with one hand. Vigilie's previous grasping too hard left a circle of red spots on his skin. trace.

"Mom told me to wait for her here." Isa took a peek at Vigilie, but she quickly relaxed, shrugging her shoulders, "...we were evicted by the landlord again, and I temporarily Can't find a place to go."

Isa added nonchalantly, and then turned slightly so that Calvin could see the bulging schoolbag on her back - which most likely contained all of the little girl's own assets in her life.

"..."

Calvin stared at the little girl and her package seriously, with an ugly expression on his face.

After a while, he sighed softly, then reached out and rubbed his temples.

"You can stay in the staff lounge for a while later, don't just run around."

Calvin spoke to Isa in that flat voice.

Isa immediately smiled slyly—this is what she needed, otherwise she wouldn’t be desperately stuffing her backpack, (she also specially chose the biggest and most worn-out schoolbag) in a place like the Cross Bar. No one is safe—her mother might not have thought of that, but Calvin would.

A child like Isa will always know who is the softest one, even if he always has a tired look on his face.

She tiptoed past Calvin and ran to the door of the bar.

"Thank you Brother Calvin, you are such an angel!" She glanced into the bar, stopped quickly, then she turned her head to look at Calvin and said, "Well, I can wait for you at the door Will you go to the staff lounge with you after beating that pervert?"

It wasn't until this moment that Virgil finally found a chance to speak, and he eagerly stretched out a finger to point at himself.

"A pervert? Sorry, it was a misunderstanding—I'm not a pervert—"

Calvin interrupted him roughly.

"There was no beating, just an unwanted guest and we're done."

"I really don't mean that, I, I just want to..." Virgili still tried to explain weakly.

Isa tilted her head, she looked slyly at Virgil who was flushed like a little fox, and then whistled.

"But he looks super 'ha' on you, Brother Calvin—"

She used a slightly vulgar word, and Calvin slapped the little girl on the back of the head mercilessly.

"Don't learn from those people."

He said coldly.

Isa cringes her neck and makes a frightened grimace.

"I really don't mean anything else. I can apologize if what I just said misunderstood you..." Virgili was still explaining in vain.

"I don't care what you mean, I just need you to fuck off."

Calvin said to Virgil indifferently.

"But……"

"Whatever you want to say, the answer is 'no.'"

These were the last words Calvin said to Virgil that night. After the words fell, he finally gave up continuing the stupid repeater-like conversation with that fool.

He still had Isa holding his arm, leading her towards the bar.

Virgil was behind him, holding the expensive bag and looking enviously at Isa's back under the steps. After a while, he left with drooping shoulders.Just by looking at his back, you would think he looked a bit like a stray dog ​​who failed to go home with someone and was kicked away.

Calvin slowed down a step in the bar, he quickly glanced at the door from the corner of his eye, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Vigilie had left.

"You have no resistance to that type, Brother Calvin."

Suddenly, the girl's crisp voice sounded.

Isa peeked at Calvin's face from bottom to top, and there was a pretense of maturity in her voice,

Calvin looked down at her, but didn't speak.

"...You are very gentle to him, if it was someone else, you would have been beaten out of shit by you."

Isa obviously took Calvin's cold response as some kind of encouragement, and she analyzed it enthusiastically—"But you didn't even move your fist! And you said so much to him... so much! You usually Those who don't even like to talk to me, hate..." Isa complained almost coquettishly, not knowing what she was thinking, and a few seconds later she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Calvin in horror, "Wait a minute , Brother Calvin, you shouldn’t be ‘this’, right?”

She stretched out a little finger and waved it in front of Calvin's eyes.

Calvin stared at her grimly—feeling like he was about to have a migraine.

"Your mother really shouldn't have let you here."

He muttered in pain, stretched out his hand and pressed down Isa's little finger.

"He doesn't belong here."

Calvin had to explain that he was almost frightened by the frighteningly rich imagination of a girl of this age.

Virgil... is that his name?

That word slipped through Calvin's mind, and he thought about it loosely.

Of course, he is unlikely to beat that Mr. Little Snack like a gangster who harassed him. I am afraid that there is no one in the entire block who hates getting into trouble like Calvin, and Virgili, anyone can see It can be seen that it is a real upper-class person, the child of a rich man-innocence pampered by money.

He thought of Vigilie's look of anticipation as he said that he would paint a portrait of him, and a slightly mocking sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"...I think he has a perverted face. Even if you really like men, it's best not to find that type of men. They usually have very, very scary perverted thoughts..."

And in the short moment when Calvin was disturbed by Isa and his mind was empty, the little lady had already begun to analyze Virgil's appearance, and she pouted her lips with a gloomy expression.

"Oh……"

Calvin responded casually.

Isa quickly realized Calvin's carelessness and immediately protested.

"I mean it, he really comes across as 'kinky' - you know what I mean."

She deliberately prolonged her voice, and danced and gestured in the air to attract Calvin's attention.

Calvin pressed a finger to her forehead with a blank expression.

"Stop watching horror movies, that's not what a girl your age should watch," he said.

Isa glared at him angrily.

"All works of art are distillations of life—Miss Malvern said."

Calvin involuntarily reached out and rubbed his temples. He dug into the pocket of his hoodie and magically found a half-melted taffy.Then he quickly tore off the candy wrapper, opened Isa's chin and stuffed the candy into her mouth.

"Well, Miss Holmes, I will take care of it, please don't worry."

Calvin said helplessly, a trace of tenderness quickly flashed in his eyes.

……

And a block away from the Cross Bar, the man Calvin and Isa were discussing curled up in the back seat of a silver Ghost Rolls-Royce.

He folded his arms around his chest, trembling like a patient suffering from epileptic seizures.

"I've got him, I've got him, God, I've got him..."

Dreamlike sweet murmurs kept repeating around his mouth, his pupils dilated, his palms kept rubbing along his shoulders, and his wet tongue slowly licked between his fingers.

"Sweet—he's sweet—"

"Calm down, Virgil."

Suddenly, a cold voice escaped Virgil's lips.

It sounded very different from Virgili's original nervous voice - it was a hoarse, pure British accent.

"Are you trying to wake Red Deer? I think if he knew what you've been doing today—he'd probably be happy to teach you a lesson."

Virgil's lips quivered.

He blinked.

"Please, Fogg...please don't make it sound like I'm afraid of him."

He sat up from his seat and muttered, rolling his tongue.

If Calvin was here, he would probably be shocked to find out how far Virgili's current performance is from the innocent appearance before.He looked evil and sweet, like the kind of playboy who wandered at the bottom of darkness—only real blood and sin could give birth to such a strong dark temperament.

"If you're smart enough, you're not going to piss off a lunatic who's madly jealous of you—especially when he's 'Red Hart.'"

That voice came out of Virgil's throat again.