deformed bone

Not long after, Calvin met the Smiths downstairs.

The moment he saw them, Calvin clearly understood why Virgili looked so complicated when he mentioned Mrs. and Mrs. Smith.

Those were two young men and women who were perfect enough to be human models.

Mr. Smith and Mrs. Smith held hands and stood in the living room of their house, looking calmly at Calvin and Virgil who were walking towards them.

Their skin exposed outside the clothes looks so clean and smooth, you can't see any wrinkles, acne, spots or traces of pores, their eyes are bright and clean, as moist as a newborn baby.As a man, Mr. Smith was much taller than what Calvin had seen before, probably because his spine, which was slightly deformed by work, returned to the most correct position.As a woman, Mrs. Smith's hair has become exceptionally thick, and her curves can make professional models feel jealous.Both were covered in solid muscles, and both looked much younger than the panic-stricken couple Calvin had seen in the basement, as well as much better looking and healthier.

If he hadn't expected it earlier, Calvin might have thought at first that they were the children of Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

But if you look closely, you will find it difficult to assess their true age.

juvenile?youth?middle aged?

Their skeletons still look like adults, but their skin, hair and eyes are like children without any marks left by time.

Of course, they weren't rejuvenated... Calvin realized that when he saw them.

Because they are far better off now than they were when they were really young.

Strictly speaking, their current appearance is exactly what human beings have grown up to now without any flaws and risks.No aging, no shrinkage, no disease, no trauma, no genetic problems of any kind...

But it is precisely this kind of lack of any flaws that makes them look alienated and weird like silicone dolls.

"Ah, honey... are you awake? Feeling better?!"

The first person to greet Calvin was Mrs. Smith. Her voice was as sweet as an announcer, and the enunciation and rhythm of each word were perfect—almost like the artificial intelligence of a mobile phone.

This subtle mechanical voice combined with the standard smile on Mrs. Smith's face is not so friendly as it is creepy.

Especially considering that not long ago, to them, Calvin was still a vicious robbery and murderer, and beside him stood an extremely terrifying accomplice.

but now……

"It's getting late, but I thought we could have a late-night snack?"

Mr. Smith said to Calvin and Virgil with the same smile.

“The ribs in maple syrup are delicious.”

Mrs Smith added.

"..."

Calvin involuntarily looked at Virgil beside him.

Virgil gave a wry smile, and then answered Calvin's silent question very quietly: "I don't know...they were already like this when I woke up."

Calvin felt a rush of cold air rushing up his spine and into his body.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the stairs. Three little heads that were almost identical were lying on the gap between the railings of the stairs and looking at him.

The three daughters of the Smiths should have had a fairly obvious age difference, but at this time, they look like triplets.

Like their parents, the state of the three girls has reached the limit of perfection that humans can achieve.

"When I just woke up... I thought the child was as cute as a little angel."

Calvin murmured.

As an "angel" with a rare appearance since he was a child, Calvin sees himself in the mirror every day-it is for this reason that it is almost difficult for him to judge the beauty and ugliness of ordinary human beings.Not to mention thinking that a certain child is extraordinarily cute.

You must know that compared with himself, even the stars on TV look blurry and mediocre.

But the daughters of the Smith family made Calvin couldn't help but find them cute.

It is conceivable that for ordinary people, how amazing their cuteness and beauty have reached.

But not so long ago... they were just ordinary children in ordinary human families.

It might be called "cute," but that's about it.

At this moment, the smiles of the children in Calvin's vision were as sweet as candy, and there was no trace of haze in their bright and clear eyes.But it was precisely this scene that made Calvin's back sweat.

"Light creatures."

Calvin didn't realize he had murmured a word.

"what?"

Virgil frowned and asked.

It wasn't until this time that Calvin seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and he suddenly grabbed Virgil's hand forcefully.

"Crow—the priest, where's Crow? How's he doing?"

Virgil's pupils were dark.

"follow me."

He took Calvin to a guest room on the first floor.Pushing open the door, Calvin saw the pastor lying quietly on the bed.

Compared with his dying appearance before, Pastor Crowe looked much better-of course, the premise is to ignore the strange slime-like substances wrapped around him.

Those things wrapped tightly around the pastor's body, as if they were about to melt away the old pastor.

Calvin walked towards Pastor Crowe, although his body was being digested (Calvin himself did not know why the word "digestion" suddenly popped into his mind, but he just knew that those strange substances were being digested. Digesting the flesh and blood of the priest), but the body that has not been contaminated by slime mold is still strong, even full of vitality.

Priest Crowe's eyes were open, but his sanity seemed to be placed in another time and space.

Calvin waggled his fingers over his eyes, and the priest's pupils were dilated and unresponsive.

"When I found him, there weren't so many of these things..." Vigili looked at the body on the bed with disgust and said, "But at that time he was already unconscious."

"of course."

Calvin replied softly.

He stared at Reverend Crowe's empty pupils, his chest heavy.

"He's a...'sinner'."

Calvin's gaze slipped slowly and landed on the wound on Pastor Crowe's neck.A thick slime-like substance had completely covered it, including his shoulders.In just that area, Reverend Crowe's neck and shoulders looked like blobs of natural sponge.

It's just that there are no slender translucent tentacles that tremble slightly in the dense gaps of the sponge.

"He's long dead. What's here now is nothing but the remains of a curse."

Calvin said to Virgil.

Then he turned and left the room.

Although Calvin had never seen that kind of thing in Pastor Crow in his life, the ending of the former Adventist priest had already surfaced in Calvin's mind.

He will be completely swallowed by that kind of thing, and then digested.

Soon after, he will quickly turn into a mass of lifeless dust, and no one will associate that thing with the former priest.

As for Pastor Crowe's soul... Probably the scariest and most terrifying nightmare in the world is constantly repeating behind the red door.

Calvin certainly didn't like Crowe as an Adventist priest, but he also thought that Crowe was not guilty of that - Pastor Crowe was just unlucky.

He has the wound left by the "Red Deer", and he is also contaminated with the breath of the "door". Creatures... Pastor Crowe was marked as a "sinner" because of his breath, and was expelled to the side of the "door" by his soul.And his body was considered to be an unclean and filthy thing, swallowed and cleaned by that specific strange substance.

For the rest of the room, the Smiths, however, they weren't exactly lucky.

At least, Calvin didn't think so.

After leaving the guest room, Calvin stood in the shadow of the porch, silently observing the perfect Mr. and Mrs. Smith and their daughters.

They looked like the kind of family that would appear on a poster or a painting.

It was already very late at night, but they still sat around the dining table, eating the maple syrup ribs with laughter.

They appear friendly, sweet, and joyful, without a hint of worry or anxiety.

And they will continue to do so in the future——

"You mean...they won't have any negative emotions in the future?"

Virgil could not help asking after hearing Calvin's whisper.

Calvin lowered his eyes, as if he didn't dare to see that family again.

"Yeah, and they don't have any kind of disease and pain...they can't feel those things."

As if she heard Calvin's words in the dark, Mrs. Smith, who was cutting the maple ribs with a knife, accidentally cut her fingertips with the blade.

A large amount of bright red blood gushed out, but Mrs. Smith seemed to feel no pain at all.

She raised her bleeding finger and laughed at her husband and children.

"Hahahaha look at my finger bleeding—"

And the response at the table was so joyful and joyful.

"Pfft, mom, you're really bleeding!"

"Oh this is so cute!"

……

"It's really disgusting."

Virgil, who witnessed the scene in front of him, frowned and muttered.

"It's not their fault."

Calvin responded with a pale face.

The Smith family... is a family that has been purified and restructured by "power".

Biologically, of course, they were still human.They have everything a human being should have, and they still need to breathe, eat, rest...

But on another level, they are not ordinary carbon-based organisms.

They are "beings of light", beings who have been washed of all physical and mental imperfections.