deformed bone

"Aha, of course."

It took a while for Isaac to pick up Calvin's words.

Compared with Calvin's calmness, there was a subtle stiffness in Isaac's voice.Calvin couldn't help but glanced at him again, a trace of worry that he couldn't hide had flashed across the latter's face.The dim light in the corridor casts on Isaac's face, and for a brief moment he looks exactly like Dr. Holden.

"...What happened?" Calvin asked.The tacit understanding of growing up with Ai Zac over the years made him instantly realize that something was bothering Ai Zac, and it was obvious that it was related to him.

What is more likely is that it has something to do with him and the Adventists.

"Uh, actually..." Isaac rubbed his nose, he always rubbed his nose involuntarily whenever he encountered any tricky things, Calvin didn't like to see this action of Isaac.

"I heard some rumors." Isaac said slowly, considering his words, "People from the Adventist sect are looking for you."

Calvin's shoulders relaxed a little: "Oh, if that's what you're talking about...they would have been looking for me a long time ago."

The former angel curled his lips contemptuously. In front of Isaac, he did not hide his boredom with that sect: "They also found Riley before, let me think about it, what is the condition... find 'Angel' The people who can get a reward of [-] U.S. dollars..."

"It's 100."

Isaac opened his mouth to correct Calvin's words. While speaking, the police detective quickly scanned the front and back of the corridor, and after confirming that there was no one else around them, he still deliberately lowered his voice to only two people. audible volume.

"They have developed rapidly over the years, I think they should have gotten a lot of money——Calvin, the reward for that 'angel' is now 100 million."

Calvin glanced at himself.

"100 million? It seems that they are developing very well."

"Actually, it's not just 'nice.'"

Isaac habitually lit a cigarette for himself, and his fatigue became particularly obvious at this moment.

"Lots of people have joined this goddamn sect, celebrities, politicians, and rich people...the so-called 'spirits' are more appetizing to those people than you think. They're like the plague..." Isaac pouted in the direction where Madeleine left before, "It's spreading in this country. Calvin, promise me, you have to be careful, they are really a bunch of lunatics, you don't want to know what happened through those so-called spirits. How crazy those believers are after Xiu's training. They are really, really desperate to find you. I really don't know what they will do if they do catch you..."

Calvin raised his hand and pinched out Isaac's cigarette.

"Riley doesn't like people smoking in the staff area... and I'm always careful." He pointed to his eyes, which he wore tinted brown contact lenses to hide his true color, "don't worry too much Well, Isaac, what they were looking for was the freak with wings after all, and my father solved this problem for me a long time ago. By the way, I am no longer the little boy they could manipulate at will. "

Calvin added.

Isaac seemed hesitant to say anything, he started rubbing his nose desperately, and finally he snatched the cigarette out of Calvin's hand and lit it again.

"Calvin... actually..."

The detective spoke slowly, but before he finished speaking, the figure of the bartender suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor.

"Calvin?" he called to Calvin. "There's a little trouble here, and I thought you might want to take a look?"

The muscles under Calvin's eyelids tensed involuntarily.

The half-smile expression on the bartender's face made him wary. His colleague is not a bad person, but it doesn't mean he doesn't like to see Calvin in trouble—it won't be a big problem, Calvin Know this, but trouble, no matter how small, is always trouble.

A few minutes later, Calvin saw what the bartender called "little trouble" in the Cross Bar.

Virgilie—it took Calvin a while to remember the name of Mr. Little Snack (he was even a little shocked that he actually remembered the name of the young man), like a little boy whose tail was bitten off by a fox. Crouching like a rabbit on an old sofa near the door of the bar.The boy who was glamorous a few hours ago now looks quite miserable.His cashmere vest was taken off, revealing the shirt inside, and one sleeve on the right was stained red with blood. Virgili lowered his head and pressed his wound with his left hand, his knees were trembling .

There was no one next to him, and the others in the bar were drinking in the dim light, talking about things, touching the thighs and tits of low-level hostesses, and they didn't even look at him.

Vigili appeared panicked and gasped for help when a waiter walked past him carrying a tequila.

"…Sorry, I'm bleeding."

He said.

The waiter gave him a strange look: "Oh, I think so, sir."

Then he walked away.

Vigily stared blankly at the direction in which the guard waiter left, and he couldn't help but look down at his wound again.The slit on the arm protruded from the tear in the clothes, like a small red mouth.

"what happened?"

Calvin frowned, and he walked to the sofa.

Virgil suddenly raised his head and looked at him. Before, Calvin always thought that someone said "dog eyes" was an exaggeration, but now he didn't think so.He saw the strong joy and dependence in Virgil's eyes, which made his back go numb.

Calvin couldn't help taking a step back, and then he noticed that Virgil's face was also swollen, and the lids of his beautiful mint eyes turned blue-purple, swollen as if they were rich in anthocyanins of some kind of berry.

After realizing Calvin's scrutinizing gaze, Vigilie's pale cheeks were stained with a little blush.

"……Hi."

After staring at Calvin stupidly for a moment, he hesitated to speak.His greeting was so stupid it gave Calvin goosebumps.Calvin swore he heard a snicker from the bartender.

"What are you doing here?"

Calvin spoke coldly.

Virgil flinched in his icy tone, and pointed at his wound tremblingly.

"I... I encountered a robbery..."

He said.

"Then you should go to the police instead of coming to my bar and messing up my couch."

Vigili said.