deformed bone

"What's there?"

Calvin stared at the young woman's face, he asked calmly.

"Nothing and Chaos, Evil and Darkness."

The woman panted slowly and made a painful sound—only the voice gradually became hoarse and old.

It was Dr. Holden's voice.

Calvin stared blankly at the woman's rotting face, which began to deform little by little. A wrinkled, lifeless face emerged from behind the carrion.His former adoptive father just stared at him sadly.

Inexplicably, the handwriting that once appeared on the mirror appeared in Calvin's mind, telling him to run away quickly.He suddenly realized why he found the handwriting so familiar—it was Dr. Holden's handwriting.

Calvin's mind began to blur.

Including the world in his dream.

"I don't understand...Father, what is going on..."

Calvin murmured and asked, but Doctor Holden's face suddenly showed a look of incomparable horror, and the old man's muddy eyes passed him and fell behind him.

If Calvin felt something, he turned around suddenly.

The boy with curly brown hair and green eyes stood behind Calvin unknowingly.

There was a muddy and cold smell on his body, which reminded Calvin of the scale powder of a demon hiding in the dark.

"you belong With Me."

The little boy raised his head, and he stared at Calvin intently and passionately.

"I exist in this world because of you, so you belong to me, and I only belong to you."

His voice was more immature and evil than Calvin thought. The moment the words fell, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Calvin—that small white hand instantly turned into countless slender, soft and sticky hands. The tentacles wrapped around Calvin's wrist and arm the instant they touched Calvin.

Immediately afterwards, he turned into a white door in front of Calvin, and the tentacles dragged Calvin mercilessly, dragging him into the darkness inside the door.

……

……

Someone was wiping Calvin's forehead.

After waking up, the first thing Calvin felt was the wet hot towel.The man carefully wiped away the fine sweat on Calvin's forehead and a drop of tear oozed from the corner of his eye.There was a faint, disinfectant-like smell floating in the air.

Calvin felt his consciousness pulled out of the darkness bit by bit, and then reassembled into a complete silhouette in his body.

The pain slowly seeps out from under the skin, the most severe is the fingertips and forehead, followed by the soreness in the muscles that is similar to the accumulation of lactic acid.It felt pretty bad, only a little bit better where the towel was wiped.

But pain can be a good thing anyway.

The pain proved that at least he was alive.

"Calvin?"

At this moment, he heard a vague call, and Calvin heard a familiar voice, and that voice made him feel at ease in a daze.

He opened his eyes slowly - the man with the green eyes bent down to look at him.

There was not much expression on the man's face, and even his eyes looked indifferent, but Calvin would not miss the genuine concern and joy that flashed in his eyes.

"Fogg."

Calvin murmured.

Fogg's face looked a little bad (why? Calvin thought, what's wrong again?), his face was pale after extreme exhaustion, and there were huge dark circles under his eyes, which looked as if Bleeding like being beaten.

In Calvin's impression, he was full of cleanliness (even a little cleanliness), but his hair was messy at this time, and his shirt was full of wrinkles, which looked like it hadn't been washed for a long time.

A decadent and haggard aura emanated from Fogg's body.

Calvin felt a slight sense of disobedience, and his mind was still a little confused. Under his hazy and chaotic consciousness, it seemed that there was a silk thread in his nerves that was constantly being tightened.

It seemed that something, very important and urgent, had been forgotten by him.

Calvin frowned, the feeling of weakness made him feel uncomfortable.

He sat up slowly and realized that he was not lying in the old-time bedroom of the lakeside vacation cabin, but in the back seat of a family SUV.The incandescent lamp flickered brightly and dimly above his head, illuminating the yellowed plastic products and slightly peeling wooden veneer around him.

The shadows of the trees outside the car window were swaying, and the light was dim, as if it was not long after sunset.

"here it is……"

Calvin subconsciously wanted to ask where he and Fogg were now.

He doesn't like SUVs much.

In fact, an ongoing childhood nightmare in the family SUV made him feel disgusted with all things SUV.Even though he knew full well that this damn place he was in was not the same SUV he lived in as a child, he still felt short of breath and irritated almost instinctively.

"I... I clearly remember before I..."

Calvin's whispers stopped abruptly.

He suddenly met Shangfuge's gaze, and the broken memories slowly rose from the depths of his consciousness bit by bit.

He suddenly realized that Fogg's expression was so strange.He looked at Calvin as if he were looking at a crystal vessel about to shatter.

Calvin's body swayed.

"Hmm..." He groaned weakly, he held his forehead, memories washed over his nerves uncontrollably, he remembered the nightmarish event that happened before he fell into a coma.

Blood, death, lake water, corpses...

"Calvin, how are you feeling now?"

Fogg stretched out his hand, as if to confirm Calvin's situation.

But at that moment, Calvin instinctively dodged backwards—his head hit the wall of the SUV heavily, and then made a rather loud sound.

What followed was the suffocating silence between Calvin and Fogg.

Fogg retracted his hand, and Calvin noticed that he was still holding a wet towel in his other hand.

"I don't mean anything else, you don't have to be too afraid."

Fogg said calmly.It's just that his voice sounded subtly stiff.

"..."

Calvin looked straight at him, his lips parted, and he felt that he should say something, but all the words disappeared the moment he uttered them.

He didn't know what he should say.

Fogg sighed.

"At least let me check your hands first." Fogg paused, and then added, "If you don't mind... If I can, I really want to teach that idiot Reed a lesson, your fingers are badly injured , I don't want you to have any sequelae because of that guy's stupid behavior."

Calvin's fingers became more painful reflexively.Of course he knew what Fogg was referring to. Calvin's own fingers were almost severed when he stabbed the shards of glass into Reed's chest.

His eyes still stayed on Fogg's face, Fogg's peacock green eyes looked deep and calm under the light, he looked almost exactly the same as before, but Calvin clearly felt that in that seemingly peaceful Beneath the surface, something had changed forever, both in him and in Fogg.

Red Deer's crazy, twisted face seemed to belong to someone else than the man in front of him, but...

Thinking of that twisted soul, Calvin couldn't help but shudder.

"You... now it's just you..." Calvin spoke slowly, organizing his words with some difficulty, "That person, he..."

"'He' isn't here now."

Fogg spoke quickly.

"'Here'?" Calvin repeated the word suspiciously.

Fogg calmly raised his hand and pointed to his temple with his index finger.

"Oh, well, then I hope you can remind me in advance when he shows up next time."

Calvin said angrily.

Fogg's eyes flickered, and his eyes made Calvin feel that he was immersed in ice water and raging fire at the same time.

It must be admitted that he is a little overwhelmed and a little annoyed now.If the person he saw when he woke up was Reid, or even Vigilie, he could vent his anger and disgust very easily.

But it was Fogg who appeared here, and Fogg... Fogg was different.

The fact that this body carrying multiple personalities is actually a serial murderer and murderer is like a thin needle point piercing Calvin's soul.He felt the pain, subtle but deep in the bone marrow.His liking and loathing for this man were evenly matched, constantly tugging at his soul, almost tearing him apart.

In fact, even now, Calvin still has no way to determine whether it was right for him to abandon the car, abandon the ghost place and return to the murderer.

Oh yes, and that miraculous "cure".

Calvin couldn't help looking at his hands—his hands looked horrible after the gauze was removed.His fingers were swollen, his skin was stained grayish yellow by the residual blood and medicine, and the area around the open wound was firmly pasted with a transparent tape-like thing, perhaps because of ischemia, only that A small patch of skin is white.

"This is artificial skin." Noticing Calvin's gaze, Fogg quickly explained, "You will return to normal, but there may be some scars left."

Calvin frowned.

He looked at Fogg's chest——

Fogg sighed, and then he took off his shirt in front of Calvin.Just as Calvin had seen before he fainted from exhaustion, now there was only a very pale white mark on his chest.

"You saved me." Fogg touched the mark lightly, and then said.

"Yes, I saved you..."

Calvin said dumbly.

"Although I don't know exactly how I did it—I may have made the biggest mistake of my life. What do you think?"

He ignored Fogg's suddenly pale face, but turned his attention back to his hands.

He tried to awaken that power in his body, but at this moment there was only exhaustion and emptiness in his body.

"Go fuck-"

Calvin couldn't help cursing out loud.

Fogg glanced at him, then stretched out his hand cautiously. After making sure that Calvin didn't overreact again, he tentatively changed Calvin to a new medicine, and then rewrapped the gauze.

His cautious appearance made Calvin feel a kind of deep-seated resentment and indescribable boredom.He always felt that he should lose his temper, maybe he should blame Fogg (or other personalities in his body), or... Calvin himself didn't know what he should do.

He bit his lip, once again regretting his previous choice.

A look fell on his face, and Calvin looked at Fogg fiercely.

"I know you must have a lot to ask... Things are actually a bit complicated."

Fogg said in a voice that didn't fluctuate.

"What are you talking about complicated? For example, the fact that you have been lying to me or the matter of the damn devil? Oh, yes, there is also the matter of the door that can be opened on the wall and can appear at any time at any time. ...after having known each other for so long, now you finally feel like you have the time to explain to me?"

Calvin wished he wasn't being too pushy, but it wasn't until he said it that he realized that his questioning now sounded like a jerk asking her lover if she was having an affair.

Calvin frowned again in self-loathing.

But Fogg seemed to completely ignore Calvin's excitement and embarrassment. He glanced out the window, then stood up and went to the car kitchen to prepare a glass of lemonade for Calvin.

He put the glass of water by Calvin's hand, and found himself a seat where Calvin could look directly into his face.

"I know, it may sound like evasion, but everything that happened to us is indeed too complicated. Even I have a feeling that I can't talk about it..." Fogg's steady voice was in the small and dilapidated SUV sounded, and the incandescent light hit his cheekbones, casting a thin shadow on his face, "But let me start with the 'door'. Well, forget what Reed told you Those gibberish lies...sorry."

Observing Calvin's instantly gloomy expression, Fogg added the last sentence of apology.

"The 'door' is, in fact, an oddity, or a 'phenomenon.'"

Fogg whispered.

"It is an entrance to some kind of evil and chaos, or some unknown place. We don't know anything about its existence, its composition, but one thing is certain, all creatures who step inside the 'gate' will be its property.”

Calvin couldn't help but blinked, for some reason he suddenly remembered his dream - at the end of the dream, he fell into the white door.

He trembled slightly involuntarily. According to common sense, Fogg should be able to sense that something was wrong with him, but at this moment, the doctor who was always indifferent was staring at the glass of lemonade. , but in fact his sight is cast to a more illusory place.

"Reed was the first of us to meet that door when he was 12 years old. He, or us, our mother was a huge Satanist, and when her child was 12 years old, she Decided to sacrifice the two of them."

Undoubtedly, Fogg's words touched Calvin's nerves—the latter's pupils suddenly constricted, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Fuge rubbed his eyebrows.

"Of course, something went awry in her plans, and Reed's brother... was caught and killed, and Reed saw it all. Then, as he was trying to escape the house, he came across the door, He was dragged in."

Calvin's breathing stopped for a moment.

And Fogg's narration continues——

"No one knows what happened, yes, no one, including us late splinter personalities... Honestly, I doubt that Reed himself knows either. But one thing that is certain is that Reed has not been fully Dragging into that door, he finally escaped, but at the moment inside the door, his spirit, and maybe a part of his body, were severely...'polluted'."

"Pollution?"

"I'm sorry I can't use more precise words to describe it," Fogg shook his head gently, his eyes flickered with a dark light when he said "door", "a small part of his soul was Alienated - like all those who have ever stepped in the door, when they reappeared in the world, the part under their skin has been changed and twisted. They will do a lot of pretty terrible things, some Beyond the limits of what a human being can bear. As for Reed, he is an even rarer individual, half normal and the other half... dark and twisted, in order to maintain the integrity of his mind, he produced the first split personality."

"Red deer."

Calvin murmured the word.

Goosebumps formed on his back, as if just uttering that name would invite ominousness and filth.

Fogg's voice became deeper and deeper.

"Yes, he split the personality of 'Red Hart', when he didn't realize it. Red Hart is very cunning and very evil. He didn't make Reed aware of his existence, but shared himself with him. memories and emotions. Reed has always firmly believed that the evil being was the soul of his younger brother who was sacrificed to Satan. He did many things under the control of the red deer, some of which he thought he did with his own hands , and the rest came from that boy's instigation...he will never be able to really resist that boy."

The muscles under Calvin's eyelids tightened, and he stared at Fogg almost coldly, the decadent and haggard aura on the latter's body became stronger because he mentioned the real past.

"So, now you want to tell me that Reed is not actually a murderer, the real murderer is the soul from the 'gate'? A ghost twisted by hell and void..."

"It's a part of Reed's soul." Fogg corrected calmly, "Reed thought of himself as Red Deer. He spent many years in a daze and ignorance, and then...then he was sentenced to death. You know What was it like when you were dying?"

There was a strange and terrifying sneer at the corner of Fogg's mouth, and he continued without waiting for Calvin's answer: "You will find that your soul has been drawn out of your body by a terrible force, and you will See a very complete, fragile soul. And behind the soul, there are one after another 'doors'... Dear, death is never the most terrible thing, the most terrible thing is the permanent darkness and nothingness after death , and those 'doors'."

Fogg suddenly met Calvin's eyes directly.

"So did Reed, and that's when he noticed the existence of the 'Red Deer'. He had some kind of revelation, well, let's call it a revelation from God if we were optimistic. He was somewhere You sensed something and firmly believed that he should be by your side, but the alienated part of him was a huge problem—the unclean were not allowed to approach you. At that moment—”

Fogg stretched out his hand and made a gesture.

"In a very short moment, he had a long conversation. We don't know who he was talking to, but that existence recognized Reed, and he agreed to Reed's continued stay in this world. Thirst and desire. But the price is that he must divide his soul."

"This is ridiculous...so..."

Calvin whispered dryly, he didn't notice that his voice was trembling slightly.

Fogg stared deeply at Calvin's face.

"Reed did as he did, he cut out the most evil and twisted part of his body and sealed it behind the 'door' forever, but when he cut up the soul, his operation was a bit messy, So I showed up, Vigily showed up, Histu and Mercer showed up. Yes, he tore himself apart, and in the human world they call that multiple personalities."

"It took us a long time...to stay in a...space." Fuge's words were soft enough to almost whisper at this time, "Then suddenly one day, we realized very strongly that you need us."

"So we woke up, and we managed to get to you."

"We are aware of the evil and darkness that surrounds you, and there is nothing we can do about it...and, what's worse, we are aware of 'him' when we are awake. He appears because of the 'door' Yes, and when he was driven into the 'gate', the 'gate' fed him."

"I saw," Calvin murmured subconsciously, and the extremely terrifying scene in the cabin before flashed in his mind, "he put his hand on the wall, and then the door appeared."

Fogg's hand moved, and at that moment Calvin almost thought that he would pop out his hand to touch him like before, but Fogg remained motionless in the end, without any unnecessary movements.

"'He' is feeding 'The Door'," Fogg said with a sigh, "I think you should feel a little disgusted, but in fact, in order to keep both 'him' and 'The Door' safe, we also I have done a lot of feeding..."