deformed bone

When Calvin saw that line of writing, he suddenly slammed the diary on the desk.

His face suddenly turned pale, and his panicked look was like a little girl who suddenly saw a poisonous snake crawling out of a crevice in the stone.

"what happened?"

Reed, the Red Deer guise, dutifully asked concerned questions.

"..."

Calvin gave him a dull look with wide-eyed eyes, and he didn't speak for a long time.He didn't speak because he couldn't organize the language well, and he suffered too much mental shock—those notes from Pastor Crowe vaguely left the thin aftertaste of the writer's spirit.

Sometimes they are the source of Calvin's impersonal "intuition".And just now, in order to avoid the mental pressure brought by the "Red Deer", Calvin focused all his attention on the contents of the diary, and it is precisely because of this that the extremely twisted and evil spiritual pollution in that line of writing He was totally off guard when he attacked Calvin.

Calvin suddenly covered his mouth and bowed down, he couldn't control himself at all.

He retched a few times and spit out a few mouthfuls of extremely sour gastric juice.

"...Calvin? My God...wait..."

The voice of "Red Deer" sounded like it was coming from behind the hazy fog.

In a trance, Calvin was wrapped up on the soft couch on the other side of the study. The cool palm of "Red Deer" covered Calvin's forehead.A certain niche brand of perfume was dripping on his wrist, and a faint scent of smoky and bitter juniper berries entered Calvin's nostrils faintly.

Calvin knew that he should be very careful to guard against the "Red Deer", but he still had no choice but to maintain an extremely vulnerable state, lying on the lap of the "Red Deer" to rest for a while.

After a while, the voice of "Red Deer" became clear.

"what happened?"

Calvin closed his eyes tightly through discomfort.

If you don't look at "Red Deer"'s eyes reminiscent of deep pools and swamps, just listen to his voice, he is still very similar to the man Calvin relied on and loved.

"Pastor Crowe was not born evil, he was just... just corrupted."

Calvin kept lying down and said weakly.

Behind his eyelids, there is still a faint white shadow constantly shaking.

"I think he was once entered by my brother."

"Red Deer" let out an exaggerated click of tongue.

"Wow—" he whispered, and then again.

"Your brother... has really strong taste."

"Red Deer," said.

It has to be said that regardless of whether "Red Deer" deliberately imitated Reed, at this moment, Calvin could really think that the cynical playboy full of lies was by his side.

A very faint and quick smile appeared on Calvin's lips. He paused, and said: "Joshua's special ability has invaded Pastor Crow's body and spirit. In my eyes, this is a so-called miracle. Pastor Crowe escaped from the shadow of cancer. But in fact, I think... Joshua just 'reformed' this poor man with his superpowers. He Perhaps he did cure Reverend Crowe of his afflictions, but he left a vicious seed in the depths of the man's psyche, like a mold seed on a rotten stake, under the right circumstances. , those strains can grow luxuriantly in a very short period of time."

"Well, it sounds like..."

"Like nonsense."

Calvin calmly answered.

He slowly opened his eyes, and looked at "Red Deer" peacefully.He saw a thin and pale man in the other's eyes, like a weak and helpless ghost trapped in those green eyes.

"But you know I can't be mistaken."

Calvin supported his body and sat up from the soft couch.

He forced himself back to the desk, and then stared at the diary that he slammed on the desk with disgust and resistance all over his face.

"I'd rather catch mice with my bare hands..."

Calvin murmured to himself.

At this time, "Red Deer" suddenly reached out and took the diary.

"Hey, don't—"

Calvin subconsciously wanted to stop it.

But at this time, "Red Deer" had already casually started to flip through the diary passages that Calvin had read before.

When he saw those words full of evil thoughts, his brows slightly raised, as if he was watching an old joke that wasn't funny.

Well, from the look on Red Deer's face he doesn't seem to be affected by that kind of mental pollution.

Of course he won't, he himself is a concentration of filth and evil.

Calvin shook his head slightly, and then suddenly woke up.

He would never admit it, and he almost worried about Red Hart.The thought sent chills through Calvin's body.

"Well, you're right. Although the old man wasn't a good person before, he didn't look like a really disgusting guy. But after he was taken to the Rosary Church for prayer, his state was obvious. Something's wrong."

"Red Deer" nodded his diary and said.

"According to your analysis, it was your twisted younger brother who hinted at Pastor Crow's spirit."

"Some evil thoughts at the bottom of his consciousness have been infinitely magnified. His soul... has fallen."

Calvin weighed his words.For some reason, the word "degenerate" first came to his mind.

"I don't think that little monster did it on purpose." "Red Deer" twitched his lips, hiding a trace of disdain, "He admires you very much, although this behavior makes him look more like a mentally retarded and perverted person." Easy fit. But there's no denying that he does goddamn adore everything about you, and you..."

"Red Deer" stretched out his hand when Calvin was unprepared, and held Calvin's face.

Calvin almost instinctively attacked, but thankfully he held back at the last moment.In the end, he had to pretend to put his raised hand on the shoulder of "Red Deer".

"Reed?"

he asks.

"You are the purest and most beautiful angel in this world," "Red Deer" said with a smile, "Whether in my heart... or in the teachings of that disgusting sect, you are pure and unblemished. So it is absolutely impossible for your little monster brother to deliberately corrupt and degenerate your believers..."

"But his sect is full of extremely evil scum. Pastor Crowe's diary has made it very clear that only those who abide by the 'rules of the game' can continue to play the game, and the rest are dead."

"That little monster is just retarded."

"Red Deer," said sarcastically.

"He may not be able to understand what is pedophilia, what is human trafficking, what is mind control ... He may not even realize that his mental invasion may cause serious sequelae."

"You mean..."

"People who have been invaded physically or mentally by that fake and shoddy product will unconsciously become people without moral values ​​and views of good and evil. I think this may be a sequela, a kind of spiritual inflammatory reaction."

"Red Deer" stared at Calvin's face, speaking in a calm tone, as if he was talking about something serious.

"He is just a clone, your imitation... For ordinary people, being invaded by him in their spirit and soul is like being pierced into their flesh and internal organs by an iron nail covered in feces, so they will be out of control start..."

"'Inflammation' and 'corruption.'"

Calvin finished that sentence for Red Hart.

"This... oh my god..."

Immediately afterwards, he thought of his previous worries, and the expression on his face became extremely frightened.

If the previous Calvin only needed to worry about Joshua killing people for him, then now he has to worry about all the people Joshua controlled mentally in the process.

"Once under his mind control..."

"Becoming an extremely evil person is unavoidable." "Red Deer" paused for a moment, he seemed to want to add something, but in the end he just smiled perfunctorily.

Calvin actually thought the same thing.

But he, like "Red Deer", ignored this matter together: "Red Deer" and Calvin itself had also been spied on and invaded by Joshua's spiritual power.

So will this corruption work for both of them?

Calvin didn't want to think too deeply.

"The only good news is that now we at least have useful information out of this disgusting pile of text."

"Red Deer" suddenly turned into a brisk tone, breaking the silence that permeated the two.

Calvin looked up at him.

"Your brother, that little monster, is located at the Church of the Rose, and it just so happens that this nun named Triss knows how to get there."

While speaking, "Red Deer" held up the diary, and scratched heavily with his nails under the words "Sister Triss".

"It would save us a lot of work."

"Red Deer" said happily.

Calvin did not doubt that those "many things" referred to blood and killing.

"But it was in the diary many years ago, and there are many Sisters Triss in the country—"

"Bang bang bang."

While Calvin was speaking, there was a hasty knock on the door from downstairs, which directly cut off Calvin's words.

"..."

Calvin and "Red Deer" exchanged glances, and walked slowly towards the door.

Sure enough, the noise from downstairs quickly turned into a yell full of reproach and disgust.

"Hey, Crowe! Are you home?"

Someone was slapping roughly on Reverend Crowe's door.

"Dude, I see the security system outside the door has been disarmed, I know you're home - please, how long are you going to run away?! You always have to face reality!"

Then there was another knock on the door.

The man's rough voice even smelled of alcohol, as if he was already drunk.

"Open the door! Crowe! Stop playing dead! I know you're here—"

Suddenly, the door that was still locked before opened quietly like that.

Caught off guard, the visitor fell headlong into the pitch-black room.

"Crack."

Immediately afterwards, Pastor Crowe's door was tightly shut again.