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Bright creatures.

Never know pain and sorrow, never suffer sickness and pain.

They live in this world.

They live in heaven.

……

But Calvin is not happy for them, no, not only not happy for them, but sad and guilty for them.

"I can't control...that...power..."

Calvin's wings fluttered slightly behind him.

At this moment, his body didn't have that kind of cold and pure power, but the ripples left by the thing in his body were slightly rippling because of this.

"They were transformed by that power, that light."

So the Smith family was turned into the monster in front of him by his own hands.

Monsters—yes, that's what Calvin called creatures of light.This creature, artificially deprived of the negativity in its life, made him feel creepy and disgusted.

"Well, I think they look happy themselves."

Perhaps to comfort Calvin, Vigili said beside him.

"They have no choice."

Calvin's eyes fell on the blood on Mrs. Smith's fingers and the unusually wide smiles on the faces of the family that surrounded her.The smile and blood pierced his heart like a knife, and he felt a dull pain in his chest.

For a moment—a very, very brief moment—Calvin wanted to destroy everything in sight.

Destroy the false and joyous souls before your eyes.

He couldn't bear the scene in front of him anymore——

"Mrs. Smith, you are hurt."

Calvin suddenly stepped forward and walked towards Mrs. Smith.

"Calvin?!"

Virgil frowned, as if he sensed something was wrong and wanted to stop Calvin.But before that Calvin had shaken off his hand and arrived at the Smiths' dining table.

The blood was still trickling from Mrs. Smith's fingers.

Her wound was worse than Calvin thought.Perhaps because she couldn't feel the pain, she let the knife cut half of her finger open. Between the open skin and muscles, Calvin even faintly saw her phalanx.The blood gushed out all the way to Mrs. Smith's forearm, and then slowly dripped from the elbow.

Almost half of Mrs. Smith's baggy dress (which had fitted her this morning) was stained red.

But she is still smiling.

The whole family is laughing.

"She has to go to the hospital to stop the bleeding—"

Virgili said behind Calvin.

On the other hand, Mrs. Smith, who had already lost a lot of blood, raised her eyebrows and smiled at the uninvited guest in Calvin's house, but did not show any precautions or suspicions.

"Oh yes, yes I'm hurt."

Her joyful voice stung Calvin again.

Calvin stretched out his hand and gently held Mrs. Smith's injured finger.

"Calvin, what are you doing?"

He heard Virgili's question behind him.

"I have no idea……"

Calvin murmured, not knowing whether he was answering Virgil, or whispering to himself.

In the chaos, Calvin had a vague premonition that what he would do next was not so wise, and would even bring him great pain.

Calvin couldn't say why but he could feel it.

But even so, Calvin still let himself act according to his intuition.

In reality, he was just holding Mrs. Smith's hand.

But in another realm, the spiritual realm.Calvin was gently pushing... pushing the ripples of "power" remaining in his own body.

"Well……"

The cold feeling rippled down the depths of his soul, Calvin couldn't help but groaned.

His face became even paler than before.

But as he expected, Mrs. Smith's body also trembled slightly at the same time.Under his and her gaze, the wound on Mrs. Smith's hand began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.Not long after, there was only a thin white line left on the white finger.

Calvin blinked, and after a few seconds, the woman's wound completely disappeared.

"Wow, this is great! You healed my wound!"

Mrs. Smith let out an almost exaggerated cry, and that carefree smile made her look a little like the kind of mentally handicapped people-of course, her perfect face offset this a little bit. Little awkward.

There were also cries of joy from the rest of the Smith family, who showed no concern at seeing the mother, Mrs. Smith, hurt, and whose laughter was equally hollow as they watched her heal.

After healed Mrs. Smith's wounds by extraordinary means, Calvin felt dizzy and weak, as if his knees had lost all strength.

He feels very cold.

The chill of "power" washed over his body.

Although compared with the ice-cold and pure power like a bankrupt, what he uses now is just a ripple, but it is enough to make him feel painful.

Calvin's figure swayed and he almost fell to the ground, but Virgil reached out his hand in time and hugged Calvin into his arms.

"what happened to you?"

Virgil asked.

Behind him, the Smith family once again began to sell their dinner to Calvin.They were clearly looking at Calvin, but they didn't seem to realize that Calvin's face was as ugly as a dead person.

As for the maple syrup ribs they highly recommended, it was almost eaten.The honey-colored and browned pork had already been torn off and swallowed in the intestines and stomach, and the only thing left on the plate on the table was thick white bones that had been roasted until they turned white.

The bright smiling faces of the Smith family are surrounding the bones in the middle of the restaurant.

Calvin's stomach twitched and he almost threw up.

"I... let's go, get out of here."

Calvin curled up in Virgil's arms and tremblingly said.

"Please, leave quickly!" Calvin hugged Virgil tightly, trembling like a wounded animal.

"Huh? Just leave like this?"

Virgil asked in surprise.

After Calvin's silent urging, it took him a while to shake off the Smiths' frighteningly enthusiastic send-off, and finally led Calvin up in the driveway of the Smiths' house.

Before leaving, Vigilia involuntarily pointed to the window of the Smith family—they were sticking behind the glass window, waving goodbye to Virgilie and Calvin in a large and fast pace.

Virgil also waved towards them, but the Smith family couldn't hear Virgil's whisper in Calvin's ear at this time: "Do we need to make some arrangements for them? I mean...they may Call the police, and they've seen your face, and your wings."

"no need."

Calvin murmured in reply.

"They won't talk. They won't remember anything that ever made them sad or miserable."

Naturally, they will not remember that they were tied up in the basement in horror, worrying about their daughters.

Of course, this family would still be a huge hidden danger. Calvin knew this but couldn't think further, because Calvin felt extremely painful when he thought of the situation of the Smith family.

Panic and guilt gnawed at his internal organs, and he was also experiencing a sudden, severe headache, and a cold...

so cold...

The headache and body chills all came from his rescue of Mrs. Smith. Calvin thought it would pass quickly, but he did not expect that the star-studded headache not only did not abate, but became more serious.

Things are so bad, he's actually very disorganized.

He didn't know what to do with himself.

Calvin was in a state of extreme depression until he got into the car that Virgili got from someone who didn't know where.

The night is already deep...

In the entire block, only the lights of Smith's house were still on.Calvin sat upright on the seat, staring at the fading lights in the rearview mirror, the coldness deep in his body that seemed to freeze his soul once again permeated his whole body.

Calvin finally couldn't hold back and covered his face. ,

"My God, what the hell did I do to them?"

"You... you've tried your best."

Virgili comforted softly beside him.

"You know, the person who did it before was 'Red Deer'."

Mentioning the evil soul who almost took their bodies before, Vigilie's face also looked a little bad, "No matter how much that guy talks, he will definitely kill them in the end. This is similar to the Smith family's reaction to him. Nothing, they're just plain unlucky. But Red Deer doesn't care that much, he's gonna kill those guys, we've been watching him consciously, so I know that - listen to me, that guy Will kill that family, but because of your existence, that family survived. They survived and came!"

"..."

Calvin listened to Virgili's words in silence, without saying a word.

"...they may have lost a little bit of their humanity, I mean, those negative emotions...but it's actually something that a lot of people dream about. I think for them, Calvin, maybe it's not what you think it is. Oops, they're young, healthy, happy..."

"So you think it's actually not bad?"

Calvin suddenly turned his head to look at Virgil, and said quietly.

Virjili shook his lips, showing his little canine teeth.Every time he makes this little move, he looks a little childish.

In the past, Calvin could not help but feel soft-hearted towards Virgil like this.

"Maybe? I can't say, I'm just me after all, and the Smiths, they're other people. But since I'm not the Smiths, and you're not the Smiths, why are you first defining the rest of their lives , I’m sure they must be very bad? That family is not even a little negative emotion - well, I just don’t want to see you so sad.”

Virgili's words became softer and weaker because of the low pressure that filled Calvin's body.

In the end, Virgili only murmured.

"My 'power' also thinks it's good to transform them into such monsters..." Calvin said exhaustedly, pressing his forehead against the glass window.

"I think it...it seems to have its own consciousness and thoughts just like the 'door'."

The knuckles of Virgili's hands holding the steering wheel went white.

"Wait, are you saying..."

He sounded so frightened that he didn't even finish the sentence.

"I don't know, Virgil, I really don't know," Calvin's eyes became more and more hollow, his wings seemed to be frightened, and they were tightly attached to his shoulders, as if wanting to Enclosed him, "I think I was just careless, I have no way to control that 'power', it is too powerful, too cold, when I try to wake it up, I feel that I am about to be killed by it Swallowed up. I... I feel like, actually, the Smiths are the chosen subjects of that power."

And that kind of "power" is extremely happy with this transformation.

The moment the words fell, Calvin only felt that the chill on his body was even worse, and he shivered involuntarily.

"Oh shit, that sounds really bad."

Virgil groaned.

The car drove onto the expressway in the dark, and the steel machine swallowed gasoline, quickly loading Calvin and Virgil into the deeper night.

As for the villa where the Smith family lived, together with its alienated owner, they had completely disappeared into the distance.

Virgili and Calvin found a small and crude road hotel on the way and stopped.

Calvin was so cold and tired that he didn't even know how he got to the small, shabby room.

If there is any good thing this day... the only good thing... that is, after entering the door, Calvin found a small mini refrigerator under the dilapidated desk, which seemed to explode and catch fire at any time.

Keep a few bottles of cheap vodka in the fridge.

A note with the words "fee charged" was stuck on the door of the refrigerator.

"Thank goodness."

Already on the verge of a nervous breakdown from headaches and self-guilt, Calvin didn't care if the whiskey was cheap or not.

He opened the bottle of wine immediately, then raised his head and poured the cold liquid down his throat.

The alcohol kindled a small fire in his stomach.

"Hey, Calvin, wait a minute—you're going to get yourself drunk."

Virgil looked at Calvin worriedly, and issued a weak dissuasion.

Calvin stared at him with red eyes.

"I need this," Calvin said, shaking the bottle, "I'm so cold..."

"cold?"

"It's cold."

Ripples, the ripples left in Calvin's body by "power" still haven't stopped fluctuating.

Calvin felt that his internal organs were about to freeze.

He drank the rest of the wine in the bottle without hesitation, then staggered and fell on the bed exhausted.

The wings on his back stretched out from under the camouflage greatcoat, and the white feathers shimmered with tiny glimmers.

The twilight was flickering brightly and dimly according to the rhythm of Calvin's breathing.

"Calvin..."

Virgil looked very bewildered.

At least, he looks like that.

He stepped forward and ripped the super loose coat off Calvin's body.

Calvin's wings covered Calvin's back more closely.

"It's so cold..."

In just a short period of time, Calvin's consciousness has been blurred.

His body curled up under the wings.

What he didn't know was how deep Vigily's eyes were beside the bed...

"My poor little pigeon."

Virgil murmured softly.

He slowly bent down and lay beside Calvin.

Feeling the temperature of Virgil's body, Calvin unconsciously squeezed into his arms.