deformed bone

"I don't come to work until next week..."

Isaac struggled and said.

"so?"

Calvin turned his head slightly, and he looked at Isaac strangely with that kind of innocent eyes. It has to be said that when he showed this expression, he looked so beautiful that he was almost like a real angel.

Isaac took a deep breath through his nose, and pointed a finger at the silent Mr. Trouble.

"Hey, this guy is just scratched, send it to the police? When did you become so considerate of other people?"

Calvin shrugged at Isaac.

"Well, I just don't want to get in trouble—at least not yet."

Calvin's voice dropped.

For a moment, a small crack opened in his frozen shell, and the accumulated weariness and helplessness of his adoptive father's death and the maddening funeral passed like a puff of smoke from a dead cigarette in an ashtray. Air.

"……All right."

Almost instantly, Isaac gave in completely. He scratched his cheek and turned his gaze to Vigilie—the princess and the pea who had been silent since just now.Isaac stretched out his hands at him.

"If I were you I'd get my ass off the couch quickly and follow me to the police - wait, are you okay?"

Aizhak noticed that something was wrong with Vigilie, the latter was short of breath, sweat completely soaked the hair on his forehead, and then dripped down his cheeks, and if he looked closely, he could find that his body was trembling.

Now people finally realized what happened to Virgil's previous silence. It wasn't really silent, but he was indeed completely unable to speak.

"Do you have any medical history?"

Calvin rushed to Vigily's side and asked with a serious face.

"...Ho ho."

Virgil raised his head to meet Calvin's gaze.

Calvin's breathing stopped for a moment: Virgil's eyes turned a frightening blood red due to severe congestion, and the pair of mint-colored pupils were embedded in the blood-red whites, and the pupils shrank into A tiny bit——while being watched by those eyes, Calvin suddenly felt that the long-standing wound on his back became hot and painful as if it had been scalded for a long time.

"Well--"

Calvin only had time to let out a short cry of surprise, he didn't know what happened, he only felt a blur in his vision.The strength supporting his body's normal operation suddenly disappeared, and he fell forward, pressing heavily on the young man who was suspected of being seriously ill.Calvin clearly heard Vigilius make a long, suppressed voice, which could even be said to be full of pain.

Virgil's mouth grazed Calvin's neck, and his hot snort hit Calvin's skin, something wet, maybe his tongue, but maybe his lips hit Calvin's collarbone.Calvin almost jumped up.

"Damn!"

Calvin cursed.

He is definitely not the kind of person who likes to have close contact with people. Under other circumstances, Virgil has already received his fist at this time, but the situation is a bit too chaotic now, and Calvin has not had time to really explode , was pulled up by Isaac and others.

Calvin breathed heavily.The movement of Virgili rubbing against his neck just now was so short that Calvin doubted that even Virgil himself hadn't noticed that they had already had skin-to-skin contact.

It was just an accident... Calvin resisted the feeling of being soaked in cold sweat and goose bumps on his back, he convinced himself in his heart.

He wiped his neck with his collar uncomfortably, his heart was beating fast, and he felt like his body was about to explode—Calvin knew that he had once again fallen into that uncontrollable rage, but at the same time he Worried that Vigilie will have bigger problems because of this accident.After all, he really didn't want to cause himself some extra trouble—fortunately, Virgili looked stronger than he thought.

"I should go—I'm sorry, but I have to—"

The young man who was behaving very strangely just now, as if he was about to foam at the mouth in a second, jumped up from the sofa. When he spoke, he inexplicably took on a strange accent, which sounded like a British accent. But at the end of the story, it sounds like an animal whimpering when it is injured, with a trembling guttural voice.

"what?"

Neither Calvin nor Isaac realized what happened to him—Vigily took one last look at Calvin, he looked full of despair, and then he rushed straight out of the bar door .

"Hey man, what the hell are you—"

Isaac wanted to stop Virgil subconsciously, he used his arm to block Virgil, but he was completely knocked away by the young man who looked weak.By the time Isaac got up from the ground in disbelief, Vigilie's figure had completely disappeared outside the door.

"...What the hell is this?"

Isaac murmured, he took two steps towards the door, his facial muscles twisted suddenly due to the pain in his shoulder.

God.

He thought...God knows what happened to that little boy. In short, the impact he hit him just now reminded Isaac of how he felt when he was hit by a car in the previous mission.

"I do not know."

Calvin pursed his lips, and he walked to the door in silence, his eyes quickly moved from the intersection to the shadowed alley, and there was no sign of Virgil in any corner.This is actually a bit unreasonable. The road where the Cross Bar is located is not so easy to run, and there is no dead corner in the middle that can hide a big man like Virgil.

But Calvin also had to admit the reality, he didn't see Virgili - that person disappeared completely as if he had completely melted into the night sky.

"I just said that guy is suspicious."

Isaac murmured staring at the dirty street outside, then he turned to Calvin: "What happened just now? Are you okay?"

"It's just a momentary loss of strength - I think I'm a little too tired, this time is really..."

Calvin didn't recover from it for a long time, his brows were tightly furrowed, the intense and distinct pain in his back had long since disappeared, but he was still a little upset.

He moved his shoulders, and the collar brushed his neck.

Lips, man's breath, wet tongue...

Lips, man's breath, tongue...

lips, snort, tongue...

("Calvin, you have to be good.")

("Baby, you are very good and obedient.")

("I don't want to hurt you...be obedient...")

……

Calvin felt his stomach swell, and after a few seconds he turned pale.

"I want to leave first."

he said stiffly.

Then he rushed towards the toilet.

Calvin sort of knocked open the toilet door—a customer was in front of the urinal, startled by the loud noise, and wet the floor with urine.

"Hey dude?!"

He muttered to Calvin with some dissatisfaction.

"Get out."

Calvin tugged at his collar and threw him out.

"boom--"

Then he locked the door hard and rushed to the sink, throwing up violently in such a way that he seemed to be vomiting his guts out.Calvin couldn't spit out anything, and it wasn't until this moment that he slowly remembered that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and bloodshots gradually appeared in the pool.

A few minutes later, Calvin raised his head in front of the sink, turned on the tap, and tore off his clothes.He shoved the ball of clothes under the faucet indiscriminately, and then quickly slapped the clothes soaked in cold tap water on his shoulder.

He began to rub vigorously the part of his neck that Vigilie might have rubbed, and his whole body trembled like a Parkinson's patient.

"Calvin, are you okay?"

A knock on the door accompanied by Isaac's shout came from outside the toilet.

"I'm fine! I'm just dealing with something!"

Calvin growled.

There was silence behind the door, but Calvin knew Isaac was there.

Half of Calvin's shoulder was completely rubbed red, and the skin was damaged, revealing some blood spots.He felt very painful, but he couldn't control his movements at all, and suddenly he had a feeling that the world had completely collapsed... He bit his tongue violently, the severe pain was accompanied by the hot salty taste of blood poured down his throat.His throat was also sore.

Calvin knew he was out of control again—if there were any hangovers from his life before the age of 13, this was one of them.He'd never be able to stand other people touching his skin in an intimate way, and he'd go berserk, vomit, and nervously hurt himself—and then he'd feel even more frantic because he couldn't control the behavior.

It took Calvin a moment to calm himself down, and when he came to his senses he found himself sitting on the bathroom floor, his clothes thrown aside, with a gouged wound on his shoulder that was going out. Oozing blood.

And he felt better.

Then he supported the washbasin and stood up slowly. He was so dizzy that he felt his back itching after a trance.

Calvin struggled sideways in front of the mirror in front of the sink, looking over his shoulder to see what had happened to his back—two scars from a wing surgery years earlier. The long and narrow wound—these are really two ugly incisions, especially when he had a wound infection that almost took his life after the operation, his incisions were like two brown centipedes climbing on his shoulder blades.

However, now Calvin found that the wound on his back had become inflamed at some point, the incision was raised high, and blood began to ooze out.

"Go fuck-"

Calvin cursed in a low voice, he subconsciously shrugged his shoulders, always thinking that this would make his back feel better——

And at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an image in the mirror.

"gollum"

Red whites, black pupils.

An eyeball rolled quickly through the gap in the wound on Calvin's back.

——"It" is peering at Calvin's body passionately and hungrily through the mirror.