deformed bone

The sun shines on the lake, and the lake water reflects sparkling waves, but the light looks white, cold and lifeless.Occasionally a cloud would cover the sun and cast a faint shadow on the water, and the water below the shadow would turn a cloudy blue-green.The breeze blew through the lush woods around the cabin, and the dark green branches made rustling sounds, as if countless ghosts were lurking in the shadows and whispering constantly.

Calvin smelled the damp smell of the lakeside soil. His blood seeped into the water, turning into light red in strands, and then was diluted by the transparent lake water until it disappeared without a trace.He lay there, his mind blank, his body weak, the pain slowly creeping down his nerves.His fingers throbbed and throbbed, and his pulse clearly showed his presence at this moment.Calvin opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at everything in front of him.He felt as if his soul had been pulled out of this body, and what stayed here was only a pale and broken skin.

Somewhere in the distance a bird let out a long, weeping cry.

The voice was so desolate and sad, Calvin shuddered, and then he stood up from the lake slowly and dazedly.

He looked down at his hands.

Most of the bloodstains had been washed away by the lake water, leaving only the bone-deep cuts on the fingertips with slightly whitish edges.A trace of fresh crimson is slowly seeping out from the wound.

Now his hands clearly only had his own wounds and bloodstains left, but his skin still clearly retained the temperature of the blood gushing from Reed's chest.He even had hallucinations, and the bottom of his wrist was completely soaked in the sticky, hot blood.

Because of the lubrication of the blood, the sharp shards of glass turned out to be slippery to the touch.

Calvin's body suddenly went limp, his body swayed, and he almost fell down.

But in the end he stood firm.

"Do not……"

Calvin buried his head deeply.

It took him a moment to realize that he was crying unconsciously.

He stayed on the pier in that posture for a long time, and the drug that paralyzed his body gradually metabolized over time.Calvin felt very cold, perhaps from the loss of blood, but at last some strength was gathering in his body.

In the distance, across the bushes, there are sounds like children's laughter floating in the wind from other holiday houses.

Calvin stared blankly not far away. From his angle, he could just see the front of the rented car.

I should get up, pack my bags, and drive away from here.

Calvin said softly to himself.

Although his face was full of tears that hadn't dried up, his mood was unexpectedly calm—of course, this kind of calm might be described as "numb" more appropriately.

His soul, his emotions are usually wrapped in thick white foam, everything in the outside world can only leave a few vague shadows on the mirror of his mind.

What happened to him seemed unreal and distant.

Calvin slowly walked back to the wooden house. On the way back, he saw the bloodstains dripping on the ground, probably the traces left when he climbed out of the house.But it's not surprising that Calvin couldn't remember how he pushed Reed's body away, and how he forced himself to climb out of the house after such a short time.

At this moment, he seemed to have lost his ability to judge time and the past.

The real world in front of him was no more real than the dream.

Calvin staggered past the messy living room.

A man's body is still lying there - it seems that the posture has changed a little?Calvin wasn't sure.His instincts told him he shouldn't be standing there staring blankly at Reed, but his body betrayed him.

He just stared blankly at Reed's pale, lifeless face from a short distance.

Reed may be dead.

Calvin thought.

His eyes couldn't help sticking to Reed's chest, and he seemed to see the faint rise and fall of the other's chest, but when he stared intently, the rise and fall seemed to be some kind of hallucination of his.

Don't be silly, it's a corpse.

You did kill him with the weapon still in his chest.

The blood stains on the shards of glass had changed from bright red in Calvin's impression to dark red, but that color blurred his vision as if it could burn Calvin's retina.

The wound on his hand started to burn again.

"Reed."

Calvin murmured.

He could barely contain himself, and somewhere in his heart, he wanted madly to go forward.He wanted to examine the body, to determine if he was, or really was, dead.

But eventually, Calvin turned his head away, and he staggered past the living room and into the bedroom.

Calvin took a bath (the bath water was also full of pink blood, Calvin seemed to have seen enough blood in his entire life in one day), changed himself into new clothes, and then he carried The packed luggage left the holiday cottage step by step.

He went back to the side of the car, the door was unlocked and the key was still in the lock.

He then sat in the driver's seat, buckled up and turned the key.The Honda shook slightly, and the engine roared steadily.

Calvin held the steering wheel too hard, and his blood made the steering wheel bloody, and the smell of blood in the car compartment was very strong.

Something is not quite right.

A strange unease rose in Calvin's numb heart, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at the passenger seat.The empty driver's seat made Calvin instantly realize what the problem was. He was used to the existence of the other person in the driver's seat.

But now the man was lying soundlessly on the floor of the living room like a garbage dump, with blood staining the ground around him.

"you lied to me."

Calvin murmured.

As if Reed, or that bloody serial killer "Red Deer" could actually hear him.

"This is obviously your problem, you have been lying to me... What kind of shit Reed, what shit Viggy, and that shit doctor Fogg..."

As he spoke, he trembled.

He covered his face with his hands to keep himself from crying again.

Calvin knows what he can do, and he should do it—like that goddamn multiple personality, that liar and murderer told him at the last moment, spitting blood.

He should leave the man there and drive out of the hell place quickly.

Yes, he might leave some clues that Reed (or "Red Deer") might be considered his victim.No doubt he'll attract a bunch of pursuers, but he should be able to take care of them.

For many years, Calvin had been preparing for such a day.He has also long been accustomed to a life of not rushing and escaping.

Of course, that spooky being who can remotely control the minds of others would be a big problem.

But he will always find a way to solve it.He can find a place to destroy the car first, then put on makeup and change to a new image, and there are several complete sets of fake identities in his bag, which Isaac prepared for him.Reid and Virgil had been helping him solve the identity problem before this, and he hadn't even had time to use those fake IDs yet.

Oh man, it's Reed again...

Calvin's face became very pale.

He wished he could stop thinking about that man.

A serial murderer.

One... the origin of all tragedies.

Calvin hated recalling the past, but he would never forget that it was the night he came home from Jay Bay Prison that changed his entire life.

【"I didn't expect... I didn't expect it to become... like this... I should have... told you... to make you more... vigilant..."】

No, who would believe that a man like that, a man with a high IQ and a knack for deceiving, would "not expect" the development of the situation.

Everything is deliberate.

Everything……

The image of Reed lying on the floor appeared again in Calvin's mind.

He suddenly let out a painful cry.

Then he smashed his head against the steering wheel, many times, his forehead was cut a little bit, and the blood flowed again.He wished he could pass out like this, or get out of this bloody place as quickly as originally planned.The remaining part of his brain was crying, begging him not to continue being a fool.

Calvin's shoulders shook violently, and he struggled to sit on the car seat for more than ten minutes.

Then he slammed open the door and got out of the car.

"Fuck you—"

The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched nervously, and then he kept swearing.

But even so he was still walking back.

He walked up the wooden steps, pushed open the useless door, and returned to the living room.

Reed was still lying on the ground like that.

"I must be going crazy."

Calvin mumbled tremblingly.

He took a deep breath before he had the courage to approach Reed's body. His newly changed clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

The moment Calvin squatted down and stretched out his hand towards Reed, he was still thinking about his next move—he should touch this poor wanted criminal, and found that there was no rhythm in his veins , and then he'd get back in the car and get out of here with his humble luggage.

He felt regretful and scared, and he didn't know why he came back to Reed like he was now.

Eventually, Calvin's cold fingers touched Reed.

The man's skin was a little cold, but that wasn't the coldness of a corpse.Calvin didn't misread the unusually weak ups and downs in Reed's chest. The other party was indeed still alive...but no one could guarantee how long he would live.

Maybe he will die in front of Calvin in the next second, why not leave like this?Calvin heard the "reasonable" voice speaking to himself.

Just like that, he stood up and walked away from Reed's side.He even thought he might walk straight out the door like this, and drive away.

But his body uncontrollably made his way to the closet, where he found the medical kit, and inside it he found bandages and hemostats.

Calvin took those things and returned to Reed's side. The latter's face seemed to be more gray than a few minutes ago, and his breath was weaker.He closed his eyes tightly, looking so weak and desolate.At this moment, he looked like an ordinary handsome man, who saw neither evil nor cunning.

Calvin's eyes paused for a moment on the other person's face, and he deeply loathed the self who had a moment of soft heart and pity.

"It's useless, you'll still die."

Calvin murmured.

He seemed to be on the dividing line between lucidity and confusion.

He was confused, but he knew exactly what he was going to do.

Calvin tore off Reed's clothes, and the glass shards were deeply embedded in the latter's chest, and crimson blood slowly seeped from the edge where the glass shards and skin met, like a bright red stream.

The man's face and body were covered with dark bloodstains. This scene can only be described as horrifying, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

This faint smile makes the dying man present an inexplicable tranquility and tranquility, and you can even capture a touch of sweetness and satisfaction from his expression.

Calvin reached out a trembling hand to caress his wound.

Reed's heartbeat was very slow and weak, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any moment.In fact, Calvin had been very keenly aware of the breath of death.This smell was never unfamiliar in Dr. Holden's underground clinic.

Calvin's fingertips were stained with blood again, and the blood seemed to still carry the breath of Reed's life, but now the blood was being lost, and Reed's body became more and more lifeless and heavier.

The rhythm of life was disappearing from Reed's body.

"you will die."

Calvin choked up and whispered to the unconscious man.

"You deserved to die—you should have died long ago—"

He watched the blood pouring out of his body continuously, but Reed's emerald green eyes appeared in his mind.

The man's pupils reflected the fire from the church fire in Angel Town, and the blood color of the fire overlapped with the dark green remaining in his pupils.

Those loving gazes, those loyal companionships, and those warm embraces...

Intertwined and blended with the crazy and evil shadow in Calvin's memory.

Calvin's breathing became more and more rapid, and his vision became more and more hollow.

He suddenly reached out and pulled out the shards of glass on Reed's chest—the blood spurted out in an instant.You can't even understand why this man is still gushing out so much blood when the blood loss is so severe.

Whether it's gauze, or a joke-like hemostatic drug, human medical supplies are meaningless in the face of such severe bleeding.

Calvin's face and chest were spattered with fresh blood, and Reed's body soon began to twitch slightly.

The smell of death became more intense, so heavy that Calvin could almost feel Death's chest pressing against his back.

"But... I don't want you to die."

Calvin finally let out a weary, desperate whisper.

He lowered his head and pressed his hands on the wound on Reed's chest that was constantly gushing blood.That pure and cold power emerged from his body, like electric current or flame, like burning or explosion, it burned Calvin's nerves and strength, and rushed through Calvin and Reed's limbs The part of the link pierced violently.

At this moment, there was only a dazzling halo in front of Calvin's eyes.

His wings tore through his clothes and stretched out instantly with a huff.

A small but extremely large storm of power rotated at both ends of Calvin and Reed's bodies at the same time—Calvin felt that everything in him, such as his soul, body temperature, thinking, heartbeat, and pulse, seemed to be completely sucked into someone else's body .

And the whole cabin was shrouded in a thin, frost-colored halo.

thumping—

Calvin did not know how long this particular process had been going on.

Just when he was about to faint, a heartbeat brought him back to his senses.

thumping—

thumping—

……

Then, the heartbeat became clearer and stronger.

Calvin stared blankly at his palm, and under his touch, something miraculous happened just like that.

The horrific and fatal wounds on Reed's chest were boxed together, and the blood that was gushing out decreased little by little, and was finally sealed by a thin layer of pink flesh.It takes only a few tens of seconds for a scar to heal from being fresh and wet to dry—from the incision to the scar, and then to the new pink tender flesh.

Reed's breathing became smoother little by little, and his pale face gradually turned a little bloody.

In the end, his wound healed perfectly. In the middle of the light-colored chest, the pink wound mark was still fresh, but it soon became like an old wound, turning into a light white mark embedded in his thick skin. chest.

Calvin performed his true miracle, and although there were no devotees and sacrifices around him, the miracle finally appeared.

But in contrast to Reed, Calvin's condition became extremely bad. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and now, that big hand was casually and cruelly grasping Calvin's heart.

He felt dizzy and slightly weightless.

And within his field of vision, all things were inlaid with strange outlines, they separated from each other, and then merged into each other.

When Reed's last wound was fully healed, Calvin also fell hard to the ground.He fell on Reed's body, his face was directly pressed against Reed's neck, his chest was tightly pressed against his chest, and his limbs were entangled with each other.

The position made Calvin feel awkward and embarrassed, but he couldn't move at all.

Calvin found himself so sleepy that he couldn't even move a finger.In contrast, Reed, who was already on the verge of death, instantly recovered his breathing and expression.

"I'm so tired...do you owe me your life? Bastard."

Calvin whispered.

Then he closed his eyes completely uncontrollably, and behind his back, the pair of snow-white wings slowly hung down, covering both his and Reed's bodies together.

……

Calvin saw a red door.

The door was inlaid abruptly in a luxurious but extremely gloomy mansion.

At the other end of the gate is a long and narrow corridor that looks like a monster's throat. At the end of the corridor is a room that is also red.

And the corridor that connected the door to the room was more of a dump than a corridor, with tattered carpets on the rotting floor, and maggots and cockroaches running back and forth among the bursting heavy fabric.

Layers of corpses were scattered throughout the corridor, some of them were already rotten, and the almost melted flesh and thick pulp merged into a puddle of mud.The rest barely maintained their basic human shapes.

Calvin saw a vaguely familiar figure at the end of the corridor.

One eye was missing, and the eye socket was just a middle-aged man with a dark and deep hole, a young man with twisted limbs, and a young woman who was still screaming with blood spurting from her throat.

Their bodies overlapped and piled up together.

When Calvin looked at them, their red eyes also stared at Calvin incessantly.

In this space, they seem to retain two states of dead and alive at the same time.

A chill rushed into Calvin's spine, and he suddenly looked towards the group of corpses that had rotted more severely - among the green pus and carrion, the cloudy eyeballs were also staring straight at it. Looking at Calvin.

【"Ha ha ha ha……"】

Immediately afterwards, the woman's sharp and hoarse laughter came from far away from the other side of the room along with the murmur of reciting.

Calvin's breathing quickened bit by bit, and he stared at the door of that room. A little boy in a simple but retro coat stood expressionlessly behind the door, staring at Calvin quietly.

His hair was the same soft curls as Reed's, and his eyes were the same emerald green, but now there was no emotion in these eyes, only a nothingness caused by killing.

"It's you--"

Calvin subconsciously took several steps in the direction of the boy.

He could have sworn that the boy was the same one who had shown him the way in the fire.

"who are you?"

Calvin couldn't help shouting.

But the boy still just stared blankly at Calvin through the gate.

His face made Calvin feel familiar... especially those emerald green eyes without a trace of fluctuation.

After meeting Calvin's gaze, the boy's expression suddenly changed slightly.

He seemed to be in disbelief and full of worries, turned his head and rushed directly into the blood-red room.

The weird screams and chants instantly became longer and louder.

Calvin felt his heart beating instinctively, and he tried to catch up with the boy, but his clothes were firmly hooked by something.

When Calvin turned his head, he realized that it was the young lovers who had grabbed him.

【"do not go……"】

The woman whispered in pain.

【"Don't let the darkness engulf you..."】