deformed bone

"How do you do it?"

Calvin pressed the back of his hand, the power that pierced into his body viciously as if being pierced by an electric current seemed to still have a little aftertaste in his body, so that until now, the hand that Calvin was holding down before is still there. Trembling uncontrollably.

"I suppose, just an instinct?"

"Red Deer" smiled at Calvin in the dark.

Then, both of them set their eyes on the interior of the house at the same time.It was dimly lit and the electricity had failed, but it was for this reason that the room had to be kept dark so as not to attract attention.

Calvin before might have felt a little embarrassed by this situation, but for Calvin and Virgil at this time, darkness is not a big problem.

Calvin felt a little heavy on his back—he always wore an extra-large army green coat when he went out, and then covered his wings against his back.To most people, he looked like a hunched oddity, or a lump on his back.

The coat had helped him a lot as his wings grew, but at this moment it was too heavy for Calvin to bear.

Calvin flapped his wings involuntarily, and the coat fell off his body.

His wings spread out long, and it was at this moment that Calvin found that his vision gradually became clearer.The silhouettes of furniture in the shadows seem to slowly rise from a dark pool of water, revealing their original outlines.

Just like what Calvin and "Red Deer" made when they saw the house in the car, Pastor Crowe is indeed not the kind of man who would treat himself as an ascetic (of course, see the article in the community newspaper Come on, Pastor Crowe is a simple, unadorned and noble man of his faith).

All the furniture seemed to have aged--but not the old kind, but antique.

The sofa is cowhide, which has faded to a beautiful orange-red, and its simple design proves that it came from a well-known structuralist master in the last century.Calvin had seen something similar in the catalogs of art auctions.

The wooden floor exudes a smell of wood wax oil, obviously it has just been taken care of, warm and shiny.A classical hand-woven wool carpet is flatly pressed on the wooden floor, and a coffee table in the form of geometric glass is randomly placed on it.

An old glass desk lamp stood quietly beside the sofa, vaguely like a thin figure.

Calvin could see everything in the room clearly, and it was probably because it was so clear that he couldn't help but look back at his wings—they didn't glow so damn brightly, which made Calvin loose Take a breath.

Calvin lowered his eyes, he didn't know why he had to spread his wings, but his instinct told him to do so.

As for his suddenly sharp eyesight and hearing?Calvin had attributed them to the aftereffects of "power."

Oh, yes, the impulse and ability he had to destroy all the electrical facilities in the entire community before was just part of the sequelae.At least that's how Calvin currently thinks.

Calvin kept his wings down and walked deep into the house.

"Red Deer" witnessed all of Calvin's actions, and he stared obsessively at his "angel" beside him.

"I think that the 'noble' priest might be more useful alive—if he could see you at this moment, he might be able to offer his soul directly to you."

"Why would I need something like that?"

Calvin lowered his voice and said in disgust.

The sense of uneasiness that made him involuntarily tense didn't decrease after he entered the house, but intensified instead.

Like a neurotic paranoid victim, he kept scanning all the details of the dimly lit living room, dining room, and reception room.Finally, Calvin suddenly paused.

Yes……

is air.

Somewhat at odds with the understated but expensive furnishings of Reverend Crowe's house was the air in the room.

There was a faint fishy smell floating in the stagnant and chaotic air.

Calvin felt that the airflow in the room was very stagnant from the moment he entered the door, but at that time he always thought it was because the central air conditioner stopped working because of a power outage.

But now he discovered the reason.

On the antique side table by the window stands a white open vase, which contains large bouquets of white roses and lilies.

Calvin stepped forward and touched the petals.

The petals are still soft, fresh and delicate, exuding a fragrance that is so rich that it is almost rancid.

Calvin felt some tension in his spine.

The state of these flowers indicated that they had just been inserted into the vase... According to their previous judgment of Priest Crowe, the elderly priest might only be able to return here on weekends.

But these bouquets suggest that there has been regular cleaning and care.

However, the airflow that Calvin felt was stagnant to a suffocating level. The person who cleaned it regularly never opened the windows or opened the door, and most of the gloomy first floor was not used by anyone.

"Calvin? Did you find anything?"

"I don't like the way the house feels to me."

Calvin's fingers rested on the white petals, and he frowned and said softly.

"I don't think I like it here either. It stinks..."

"Red Deer" sniffed beside Calvin, muttering in disgust.

"These flowers are very fragrant... Who would put such a strong-smelling flower in a closed room? It's almost like trying to cover up some smell."

Calvin stared at the delicate stamens on his fingertips, and muttered to himself.

Immediately afterwards, he began to wander around the first floor like a ghost. He thought he could find the door leading to the basement, but strangely, he didn't find anything.

It looks like the most normal house of a rich man: low-key and luxurious antique furniture, cleaning staff who come to take care of the room regularly, and a male master who only comes back once in a long time...

And those fragrant flowers.

Calvin walked up the stairs to the second floor.

There are only three small rooms on the second floor, one of which is the prayer room. Calvin only took a look, and his face suddenly turned pale—in the prayer room, he vaguely saw his own sculpture, which is similar to the so-called " The Holy Mother, the Father, and the Son are put together.

Calvin's mind pictured Rosa's and Daniel's haggard and strange faces, and Joshua's unforgettable twisted expression.

"There's nothing here."

"Red Deer" pressed Calvin's cold hand again, and made him close the door.

"I know."

Calvin replied bluntly.

God knows that his own back is covered with cold sweat.

What he then opened was Pastor Crowe's bedroom, all the furniture was in the same style as downstairs.

"Red Deer" touched the large bed very curiously, and then he showed a strange sneer towards Calvin.

"Sea Island Cotton—God, the Advent faction is richer than I thought."

Calvin ignored him and focused on searching for other things.

But like the prayer room, he still got nothing this time.

Before opening the third room, Calvin involuntarily clenched the key in his hand.

This is a very important key, otherwise Pastor Crowe would not be able to put it in his wallet alone, and each key should have its own corresponding lock. When opening the third room, Calvin almost Thinking that his key corresponds to the third room, and he will also see a series of terrible facts that he imagined.

but……

"Crack-"

The key in Calvin's hand was firmly stuck in the lock of the third door. ;

"It looks like we still haven't found the door."

"Red Deer" crossed his arms and said to Calvin.

Calvin's face was ugly.

As the wings fluttered slightly, ripples of "power" were poured into the keyhole by him.

A few seconds later, the room locked by Pastor Crowe appeared in front of Calvin and "Red Deer".This was his study, obviously.Calvin found Pastor Crowe's desk behind stacks of bookshelves.On the desk made of oak, there are many notebooks placed in a mess instead of computers that are used in normal families.

It's because it's not safe, Calvin thought.

Although technology has been developing, just by looking at the notebooks on the desk, one can realize that Pastor Crowe is very worried about the recorded information.

He even worried that he could not store them electronically, but used his own pen to write word by word in the notebook.

He was indeed hiding something.

On the desk, the most conspicuous thing is that there is a notebook open, and a pen is placed in the middle of the notebook. Obviously, he was still working before Pastor Crowe left-and it never occurred to him that one day he would You may never be able to sit back in your original position as usual.

Calvin's eyes sank, and his heart beat a little faster.

There must be something in those notebooks, Calvin thought.

Then he took a look at the handwritten notebooks as a matter of course.

【I have sinned,】

This line was the first thing Calvin saw.

His fingers trembled slightly.

Then he read on.

[October 21st I really feel bad.No matter how many times I wash my hands, I can still feel the sticky feeling of blood clotting on my skin.Corris told me it was ok, it was normal.I hope to be able to convince myself that too.Some of those girls are good, like angels, but some of them are little devils.I don't know how the goddamn nuns are picking them to tell us these little girls are going to be good candidates.The worst thing about modern society is prematurely ripening those children, they are no longer pure.That's why I can't control my emotions...]