deformed bone

"Ha, 'feeding', if I understand correctly, by 'feeding' you mean killing people and throwing them behind the door..."

In a trance, Calvin smelled that corrupt and cold smell again.There are also those souls who in their dreams are clearly about to turn into rotten flesh but still possess sanity and suffer from pain.

It was just... a dream.

Calvin said in his heart.

"Those are all people who have been distorted by the 'gate'..."

Then he heard Fogg speaking in his ear.

"No one knows exactly what happened, but what is certain is that the 'gate' has become more active over the years, and more and more people are drawn to it..."

"To me, these words of yours really sound like an excuse. No matter who you killed, you are all committing a crime—" Calvin closed his eyes, and then tried to control his emotions, "No one A natural person is qualified to judge the crimes of others, and then commit the crime of murder in the name of so-called justice."

"We don't." Fogg said, he suddenly smiled, although at this moment he is actually not suitable for smiling, his smile looks more like a villain in a movie or a ghoul wandering among the tombstones .Of course, most of the time, he is still the calm and reliable British doctor. If those things hadn’t happened, Calvin might have regarded the uneasiness in his heart as nervousness, but now he has to because of himself. Instinct to heighten vigilance.

Something is broken.

After the demon who called himself "Red Deer" told Calvin the true identity of the body, the mask covering the green-eyed man's face had completely disappeared.

But Calvin still can't really see each other clearly.

He simply felt that... under the silence and precaution, a certain dangerous atmosphere was being bred.

"There is no 'so-called justice'. The reason we killed those people was just to make the 'gate' quieter, so as not to disturb you. Just like you said, we are sinners in the first place."

Calvin looked at Fogg, only to find that the latter's pupils were shining with an unprecedented cold light.

"We just want to protect you, you...you have a strong attraction to the 'door'."

"Oh, of course, I already know, your 'Red Deer' has told me that."

Calvin interrupted Fogg indifferently.

"No... more than that. Calvin, I know you must be in a state of rage and horror right now that we lied to you and 'he' almost hurt you. But that's not all there is to 'gate'. I hope you Never realize what the 'door' is all about...it wants you to get inside it."

Fogg pressed his chest.

"Because of 'him', the chaotic desire in the 'door' will also infect us. That 'door' desires you more than anything else in this world. The light on your body, your energy, and With your soul..."

"I don't want to hear such nonsense..."

"You have a strong connection to it."

Fogg's face looked like a Halloween mask under the pale incandescent light.

And his words were even more low-pitched like ghost whispers.

"The reason why Reid was able to walk out of the door was precisely because at that moment, something came to this world. At that moment, I believe that all people with special physiques on this earth felt it..."

Calvin stared blankly at Fogg, whose tone was gradually becoming illusory.

"It is 'you' who has descended. Calvin, Son of Light, El...Darkness and light, order and chaos, all the two sides of the struggle in this world have trembled because of your arrival."

"That's really gibberish."

Calvin said he couldn't help touching his shoulder.

"My wings are just a deformity - a rare atavism -"

"You can deny your wings, but you cannot deny your strength."

Fogg interrupted Calvin, who puffed up his chest so that Calvin could see the shallow scar on his chest again.

Calvin's body froze slightly.

"I don't care about that. All I know is...you're a bunch of liars, a bunch of perverts...damn..."

Calvin felt as if his nerves had been snapped.

"What the hell do you want? So-called 'angels' again? So-called saviors, so-called messiahs, so-called... sons of light. The damn chicken wings on my back have taken my Everything, my loved ones, my childhood..."

Calvin's narration was gradually stained with a slight sob, and his eyes were gradually stained with a trace of despair.

"Everything has been taken from me by the so-called 'Angel' title - I'm just a shell, a walking corpse of your fantasies and nonsense. I used to think, at least you were different, but now everything is It just means that I am too naive. What you want is still the kind of angel with chicken wings and shining white light that you want, as for me..." Calvin stretched out a finger and pointed at himself, and he suddenly burst out Laughing sarcastically, "I'm not an angel, Fogg, I'm just a waste raised by doctors in an underground clinic, a coward, and a failed bartender."

He paused for a moment, then continued: "I guess such a guy doesn't meet your expectations."

Calvin took a long breath and let it out slowly.

When he looked at Fogg again, he looked much calmer.

"I think we should separate, you go to your angel, I'll live my own life incognito - shhh, don't call me an angel or a savior, I've heard enough of that. Say In fact, many people have special abilities, don’t they? For example, my lovely younger brother, who is now the holy son of the Adventist Church, you can go to him. You must know that he can control others through his mind in such a far away place. .Oh, yes, and you..."

Calvin poked Fogg's chest almost rudely and disrespectfully.

"Actually, you also have superpowers, don't you? What is it called, hypnosis or mind control? Don't think I really don't know anything. I'm so fucking out of my mind to pretend I don't know anything and I haven't noticed anything. Listen, you, and that fucking Virgil, that shit Reed, are the most fucking disgusting dudes! The reason I got scammed by you guys is because I didn't get to the bottom of it, I let you guys scam me .but now--"

Calvin stopped talking suddenly, he rubbed his face vigorously, and then stood up.

He passed Fogg and tried to get out of the SUV: "This goddamn place is driving me crazy... What the hell am I doing here telling you all this nonsense? I think it's best for us to part ways. "

"Do not--"

Calvin was caught dead.

"do not leave Me……"

Fogg's voice suddenly changed, his tone became more urgent and more emotional, the color of the original dark pupils became lighter, from the color almost emerald to the color of tsavorite gemstones.

"Vigily." Calvin murmured.

"Things are not what you think...Oh my God, don't think about leaving, okay? Calvin, everything that disgusting guy did to you...was not our intention." Virgili hurriedly directed at Calvin Said, unlike Fogg who has been strictly controlling himself not to get close to Calvin, Vigilie leaned towards the bed without any scruples, and no one can ignore the anxiety and panic on his face, "What Fogg just said Those can only represent himself, those stupid words are definitely not my intention. No matter who you are, I just want to be with you, me, I have been from the very beginning..."

Virgil bit her lip, her voice weakened.

"I thought you were beautiful from the very beginning."

"Well, are you telling the truth now or... are you lying again?"

Calvin stared at Virgil's face, and said abruptly.

Vigily's eyes widened suddenly, and he even looked a little pitiful. If any ordinary person saw him, he would probably feel soft-hearted, and he shouldn't hit his emotions like this.

"I'm not lying to you, of course, I admit I'm pretty good at it. But it never occurred to me to lie to you—"

"But you told me that you are a college student in the art department." Calvin said coldly, "but in fact you are almost old enough to be my father."

Virgil's body shook for a moment, and he looked as if he was about to faint in a second.

"There is no way to do this. When I appeared, I was...a college student."

The man with emerald green eyes swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said dryly.

"We never had any malice towards you, you see, Reed even cut his own chest, just to prove his..."

"Inexplicable and morbid love and attachment."

Before Virgil could finish speaking, Calvin took over his words.

Virgil's eye sockets became slightly red, and a thin layer of water vapor filled the pupils.

"Calvin, we don't want to hurt you, we just don't want to scare you."

While talking, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the back of Calvin's hand.

Calvin suddenly raised his hand and patted Virgil away vigorously, but in the next second, his hand was firmly stuck in the opponent's palm.

Vigilie still had that pitiful, even weak expression on his face.But his movements became a little... strange.

"what are you doing?!"

Calvin let out a low cry.An inexplicable panic suddenly swelled in his body.

Virgil grabbed his hand, then lowered her head and kissed the back of his hand and the crevices of his fingers vigorously.

"Look, that's why we need to lie to you—"

Virgili smiled lowly, stuck out his tongue and licked Calvin's fingertips.

His body was trembling, but Calvin certainly didn't think it was because of fear.He felt a chill on his back, he thought he was ready, but when he saw Virgil like this with his own eyes, he still had the urge to run away.

"Because we already knew you wouldn't like this."

Virgil spoke softly in that sweet voice that contrasted sharply with his actions.

"You're... really disgusting."

Calvin whispered, pulling his hand out of Virgil's.

Virgil held out her hands towards Calvin.

"And I, I like the look in your eyes now."

He smiled and said to Calvin almost sweetly.

"Is this what you really are?" Calvin said in a cold, wary voice, hoping he would look calm enough not to be so sadistic—oh yes, thanks for all the suffering he faced now. Almost became experienced when perverted.

Virgil turned his head and gave Calvin a wink.

"Not exactly, but as far as the current situation is concerned, I don't think you want to see my true face too much..."

Calvin's lively and innocent eyes flashed a bone-chilling surly look, Virgil's lips were very red, and his smile looked like a real pervert after the deliberate camouflage was removed as evil.

Calvin raised his eyebrows and smiled coldly at Virgil.

"Yeah, you look like a bad actor in a third-rate horror movie."

Calvin slowly turned sideways in an imperceptible way, and then he suddenly put his hands behind his back, grabbed the water glass by the bed, and poured the water in the glass at Virgil.

"Wow--"

Virgili took a step back and wiped the water droplets off his face with his hands.

"God, it's my Calvin. You're driving me crazy."

he muttered.

"And I think you should calm down," Calvin said. "Call Reed out—that guy is the main personality, right? I'm so fed up with everything being told by other personalities while you keep hiding." Behind other personalities. If you really want to explain something, you should face me yourself--and, I'm so fucking sorry I saved you--"

"Reed is sleeping."

A cold voice with a British emphasis appeared suddenly.

A look of pain appeared on the face of the man sitting next to Calvin. After a short struggle, Fogg once again took the dominant position.

"Sorry, just now... Virgil was a little too excited."

Fuge frowned, turned around and took out a handkerchief from the cabinet, wiped the handkerchief off his face, and said with strong disgust.

"Reed...he's scared, he doesn't dare to face you, Calvin, he's more obsessed with you than anyone else, so he can't bear all this."

"Ha, can't bear it?!"

Calvin's lips quivered, and then he gave a twisted smile.

Fogg turned his head and stared at him deeply.

"He's afraid of losing you more than anyone else."

The faint smile on the corner of Calvin's mouth gradually became cold.

"Then, please tell him—he guessed right, I really can't bear to continue staying with you gang...criminals...." Calvin drew his voice, saying that he couldn't even himself The pain of understanding said coldly, "I won't stay here, and I won't stay with you any longer."

"Calvin..."

Fogg seemed to want to hold back something, but what interrupted his words was a crisp sound of glass shattering.

Calvin directly smashed the glass on the bedside table, and the moment Fogg leaned over, he pressed the sharp corner of the broken glass against Fogg's throat——

A drop of blood slowly slid down the place where the glass meets the skin, and finally sank into Fogg's neckline.

"Don't follow me," Calvin said slowly, one word at a time, "and don't try to play this kind of personality swapping trick again. You once... Reed once saved me in the explosion, and I once After saving him, we are clean. From now on, don’t appear in front of me again, have you heard? Well, you’d better tell the other partners in your body to listen, because next time, If I ever see you again... I'll find a way to make you guys regret it. Remember what 'Red Deer' said? He found so many 'bodies' to harass me, but in the end I let him come from nowhere Where have you been-"

Calvin's voice was tense and full of anger.

After making sure that Fogg's body was motionless, Calvin kept holding the broken glass and retreated towards the door of the SUV bit by bit.

Under the dim light of the car, Calvin's gaze could not help but pause for a moment on the broken rim of the glass.

There was still a smear of bright red blood.

At this moment, the past and the present seem to overlap once again.

The same blood, the same SUV, the same escape.

Also, it was equally dark outside the car.

In the dark, all of this is like a reincarnation, a pre-set fate that cannot be broken away...

Calvin's eyes flickered.

The image of being with that green-eyed man in the past flowed through his mind like running water.

"Goodbye, bastard."

Calvin whispered softly.

Then he turned around suddenly and opened the car door, but at this moment...

"Feel sorry."

A low voice of apology suddenly sounded in Calvin's ear.

…………

……

"No—let him go—"

The rough, angry and frightened voice suddenly exploded in the chaotic office.

A man jumped up behind his desk and fell straight from his chair to the floor.

His voice stopped everyone present for a moment, but then another man stepped forward to relieve him.

"God, you haven't slept for a few days? Officer Isaac."

It was Joyce who spoke, and he stretched out his hand to help Isaac up from the ground.He noticed very keenly that up to this moment, the policeman in front of him, who was experienced and definitely not timid, was still short of breath and had an extremely fast pulse, and his face was livid and bloodless, obviously still frightened. Not light.

"Nightmare?"

Joyce asked kindly.

Isaac stood on the spot and stared at him for a long time, as if he was judging whether his eyes were real or unreal.

"I dreamed...something scary."

He licked his dry lips and said dryly, and by the end of the sentence he seemed to have returned to normal.

Joyce raised an eyebrow.

"It's understandable, the mess we're dealing with right now is—" Joyce's tone stretched a bit, he considered the word, "it's hell."

Isaac's complexion became worse at this moment, but because everyone in this office now suffers from severe sleep deprivation and mental anxiety, his extremely ugly complexion was also judged by Joyce For the sequelae of that nightmare.

As early as the moment Joyce helped Isaac up, the noisy crowd that had paused for a moment because of the roar had returned to a chaotic state.Countless phone calls, police officers running back and forth among piles of documents like headless flies, densely packed photos and documents pasted on the wall, and the few remaining evidence and wreckage in the Blue Diamond Crown Hotel bombing, at this time have already No one cares about the smoking ban anymore, almost everyone is smoking, so that they can rely on the cancer-causing nicotine to refresh themselves. Those who were carried out of the ruins, the charred remains, and the family members of the victims still surrounded the outside of the building, waiting for any possible news with the reporters, and occasionally those who stayed indoors could still hear Their cries are faintly present, and it is even difficult to judge whether they are the cries of ghosts or the grief of living people).

Isaac's gaze wandered around the room before he nodded, agreeing with the man next to him.

"Yes, this is hell...damn I haven't slept in three days...I think my neck is about to break..."

He flashed a bitter smirk at Joyce.

Joyce gave him an extra look, but he was pretty sure he couldn't see anything.

"Hang on, we'll get that guy."

Joyce said softly, and there was even a hint of relief in his voice.

In fact, when some inexplicable evidence from the scene linked the serial murderer Red Deer to the Blue Diamond Crown Hotel bombing, everyone in charge of the case was involved in a whirlpool of madness.

In the face of tremendous pressure, even Isaac and Joyce, who were once at odds with each other, had to start cooperating with each other.

It's just that the three of them all know that there are still some small secrets hidden between each other that they never shared.

Looking at the tall figure after Joyce left, Isaac slowly sat back to his original position.

And when he reached out to pick up the coffee that had been cooling for a long time on the table, he realized that his hands were still trembling like a Parkinson's patient.

In a sense, Isaac didn't actually lie to Joyce.

He still did have a nightmare, and the nightmare was about to scare him enough—

In that nightmare, he dreamed of Calvin.

"Damn-"

Just thinking about the content of that nightmare, Isaac couldn't help pressing his temples with his hands, trying to calm himself down.

that dream...

That dream was so real.