deformed bone

The Smith family died in a very horrific accident.

The husband, wife, and three daughters all died of excessive blood loss, but the murder weapon was an ordinary ice skate.

But the puzzling thing is that there is no murderer in this massacre.The ice skate was covered with bloodstains and fingerprints, densely packed with fingerprints, it was obvious that the murderer never wanted to hide his existence.

However, those fingerprints were actually all from the members of the Smith family themselves.

The fingerprints of five people overlapped and intermingled, and everyone's fingerprints were there.From the dissection and judgment of the forensic doctor, it seems that the fatal wounds on their bodies were also caused by members of the family: the deepest and most firm wounds are usually located above the chest, from Mr. Smith's attack.And those shallow and protracted wounds are the "works" of the daughters.Fatal and non-fatal cuts and stab wounds are all over the body surface of almost all members... But the mystery is also here. Whether it is the Smiths or their three daughters, the bodies are full of smiles, without any trace of resistance.

They looked... almost like they were stabbing each other with knives and making it a game.

After seeing the scene, the police officers involuntarily had this absurd idea in their minds, and then quickly pushed it to the bottom of their thoughts—two of the police officers had to accept psychological treatment because of this case until a few years later. treat.

It was even said that the police would have realized in such a short period of time that the murder of the family was caused by a neighbor’s call to the police—the neighbor complained that the laughter and TV sound of the Smith family throughout the night had seriously interfered. The rest of the neighbors.But when the neighbors knocked on the door to try to calm them down, the originally friendly family kept shutting their doors.

The television in the living room was still blaring as officers kicked in the door and broke into the Smith home.The husband and wife and their children were lying comfortably on the sofa, staring dully at the changing light and shadow of the TV with their gradually pale pupils.

They looked like the most ordinary middle-class happy family who were couch potatoes on the weekends: although the blood spurting from them almost dyed the entire living room bright red, and some blood even spattered on the ceiling. .

Even more bizarre is the change in the appearance of the Smith family. It was not until the genetic identification report came out that the local police station matched the five corpses in the living room with the true identities of the Smith family.

Strange death, no motive, no murderer, and a strange way of dying... These points made the mystery of the Smith family famous for many years and became the source of inspiration for many horror movies and games.

But for Calvin, who woke up faintly in the motel the next day after the incident, the affairs of the Smith family had temporarily come to an end.

In fact, after waking up from a heavy sleep, the only thing Calvin could think about was finding some painkillers for himself.

His body was so sore that his limbs were leaden and even the most basic movement was painful.

Of course, the worst part was the wings... very bad.

Calvin sat cross-legged on the soft bed, staring blankly at the feathers falling from the bed sheet for a while.

The memory of last night was already very vague, but he only remembered how Virgil treated his wings crazily in the chaotic, moist and scorching mutual contact—especially after discovering that Calvin's wings were actually quite sensitive, Virgili spent a lot of time and amazing skills on those wings.

"Oh my god……"

Calvin involuntarily covered his face because of the dim memory welling up in his mind.

He let out a hoarse curse.

At this moment, the sound of the toilet being flushed came from the other side of the closed bathroom.

Then, the green-eyed man opened the door and walked out.He looked like he just took a bath, his strong and slender body was covered with fine drops of water, and his hair hadn't been dried yet, dripping water all the time.In the moist water vapor, his eyes were as deep as a swamp, but his lips were extremely bright red.

At that moment, the breath on his body was like some kind of large beast slowly coming out of the dark jungle.

Calvin found that he had no way of judging what kind of personality was occupying this body at this moment...

"Reed?"

Calvin could only speak tentatively.

The man winked at him, but he didn't deny Calvin's call.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up? Damn, I want you to sleep a little longer... How are you feeling?"

Reed sat down beside Calvin's bed, his face was a little stiff when he saw the overly conspicuous marks on Calvin's body.

"I'm sorry... really, I'm sorry, I thought Virgili fell a bit out of control last night."

He stretched out his hand, and cautiously reached for the bite mark on Calvin's shoulder, which had already turned purple.

Moisture still remained on Reed's fingers, and the moment he touched Calvin, his fingertips were so wet and sticky, as if they were not human fingers but something else—Calvin almost instinctively Trembling slightly, she avoided Reed's hand.

Reed's movements froze, and then Calvin also reacted.

"Oh...it's okay," Calvin said dryly, "I also felt something was wrong last night."

His voice was jerky as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

【"I'm so cold...make me hot...please...let me burn..."】

Caught off guard, his whispers from last night came back to Calvin's mind again.

Calvin could hardly look Reed in the eye.

"If it were me, I wouldn't do that."

Reed sighed. He looked at Calvin's back and shoulders, as well as the terrible marks scattered on his white skin, his eyes flickered slightly.

"Uh...this..."

"You deserve more precious treatment."

Reed's gaze on Calvin was as sweet and viscous as if coated with honey.Calvin couldn't help but realize that neither he nor Reid was in the right place—at least not for two people who wanted to get up and discuss the next steps.

"I think I'm going to use the bathroom."

Calvin said he forced himself to his feet and headed for the restroom.

But the moment he opened his legs, a strange feeling in a certain part made him instantly stiff.

Reed's eyes fell on him like a branding iron, and Calvin tried his best to control his composure.

He glanced down at the carpet and let out a dry laugh.

"I think we left a little extra tip for the cleaning staff," he said.

"I can carry you to the bathroom."

Reed kept staring at him without looking away, and his voice was hoarse than before.

"Do not--"

Calvin quickly declined.

That weak sense of resistance did not slowly spread from the deepest part of his heart until he rushed into the bathroom and sat blankly on the toilet.

There was a spark between him and Reed.

But just now, Calvin realized that the ambiguous, sweet and invisible spark seemed to have disappeared from between him and Reed.

Calvin even felt sorry for Reed because of this, he turned on the tap and slapped his cheek with cold water.

When he raised his head again to look at his face in the mirror, he saw a man with a confused face.

why?

he asked himself silently.

Is it because of the "red deer"?Calvin couldn't help thinking.

Because the "red deer" once occupied the man's body, the shadow cast by that demon on Calvin was so deep that even now, when he saw Reed, he still couldn't help but feel trembling and subtle fear ?

But how does this explain the madness between him and Virgil last night?You know, the reason why he was so miserable after waking up in the morning was precisely because last night he was also quite... frantic.

It was an irrational, totally animal night.

Under the ripples of "power", Calvin was completely unable to restrain his instincts. The strong throbbing and longing made him feel extremely painful just thinking about being separated from Virgil...

"For God's sake--"

Another long memory flooded Calvin's mind, and Calvin covered his face and let out a mournful moan.

After wasting a lot of time, Calvin decided to give up his cranky thinking for the time being.

He showered, medicated himself, changed and walked out.

The sun had come out, and when he walked out the door, he saw Reed leaning on the table under the window, flipping through a Bible.

Calvin's footsteps stopped.

Is it an illusion?He always felt that the Reed in front of him looked more like Fogg now.

The calmness and rationality of the British doctor used to make Calvin quite at ease, but at this moment, Calvin's heart beat a little faster.

"I put it under your pillow last night."

After seeing Calvin, Reed smiled and waved at Calvin.

Fogg's shadow slowly faded from him, replaced by the smoky sexiness of Reed, and this sexiness not only did not fade with the passage of time, but became stronger.

"Your hair isn't dry yet."

Calvin said.

Reed shrugged, indicating that he didn't care.

Calvin was a little unsure if he did it on purpose, but he had to admit that the wet hair and the strong shoulders and back covered in water droplets made the man in front of him look quite sexy - the water droplets reflected tiny Diamond-like brilliance.

By accident, Calvin had already pulled the towel and walked towards Reed step by step.

He covered Reed's head with a towel, and helped him wipe his hair like gently rubbing the hair of his big dog.