deformed bone

"You'd better stop pissing me off, old man. I know what you're trying to do, but I'm going to punch you in the head before you detonate those bombs, and I'm dying to do it..."

The red deer whispered to the red beard coldly.

"Cough cough cough..."

The old man coughed a few times, and his breathing was a little short, but it wasn't because of fear. In fact, he seemed particularly dismissive of the red deer's warning.

Even though the latter left three burning wounds on his head, the red beard didn't even change his expression.

"My death is nothing..."

The red beard muttered.

"Even if it's the culprit you claim, that little fool named Joshua, it's nothing. This matter has nothing to do with that guy. If Calvin can control his dark side, that clumsy clone Can't do anything. That guy is Calvin's mirror image, and everything he does is Calvin's own desire."

Redbeard didn't seem to notice the gun in Red Deer's hand at all, he quickly calmed down after losing control of his emotions for a short time.

He met Calvin's eyes.

Then he flashed a particularly terrifying, twisted smile.

He made his own judgment.

"Calvin, you have to die. I'm sorry, but I have to."

Redbeard stretched out his hand towards Calvin, holding the detonator in his palm.

"I have to save the world..."

What is certain is that Redbeard did intend to die in the explosion along with Calvin and Red Deer.

At the same time as he stretched out his hand, he moved his footsteps lightly without making a trace. On the surface, he was adjusting his center of gravity, but according to Calvin's five senses, which are now extremely sensitive, he listened effortlessly. To the tiny mechanical sound of the real detonator at the heel of the Redbeard.

The red beard seemed to be planning to get closer to Calvin - he set aside a few seconds just to pounce on Calvin and trap Calvin when all of Calvin's attention was on the false detonator in his palm .His plan was perfect, and if all went well, he would be crushed together with Calvin in a violent explosion in a few seconds.

But Calvin didn't intend for Redbeard to do that.

He blinked at the red beard.

click... click...

A muffled cry came from the red beard's throat.

In fact, he was already prepared, he was already waiting for the coming high fever and severe pain.

However, the planned explosion turned out to be nowhere in sight.

All the plans fell short at the very first moment.

Redbeard was surprised to realize that he could no longer feel his limbs.An unusually cold and pure power exploded in Calvin's veins the moment he lowered his eyes.

He seemed to be able to hear the sound of his wrists and ankles freezing rapidly inch by inch.

And he kept his feet on a very delicate movement, just a tiny bit - just a tiny bit, and he could detonate those bombs on himself.

But he couldn't move.

He was like a bug that accidentally fell into the amber, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move.

"You... what did you do to me..."

Redbeard's heart sank instantly.

He finally understood one thing, from the very beginning - he had no way to threaten Calvin from the very beginning.

"In the beginning, I just wanted to know the truth. But now it seems that the truth is not a particularly important thing, is it?"

Calvin whispered palely.

He stared into the eyes of the red beard, his expression seemed illusory and alienated.

"I know you're sneakily turning on the bomb, but..."

Red Deer had already put down his gun, and he walked to Calvin's side step by step.

But Calvin still talked to himself as if he didn't see him.

"I want to say, it's useless. Even if you kill me, Joshua will do everything for me. Like you said, he is my half body, my mirror image, my emotional outlet .He is a poor kid, but we must admit that he has my abilities, and the craziness that I don't. If there is anyone in this world who will be happy that the end of the world is coming, then that person It's him. Joshua really wants to let everyone fall into hell completely, he... he has despaired of this world."

"He relies on your ability..."

"After my death, all the power must flow to him." While talking, Calvin showed a strange and cold smile, "His appearance is not accidental, but a predestined arrangement."

As Calvin spoke, he was amazed that he could only think clearly at this moment.

"...Whether it's me or him, there's always someone who will do it all."

"The only way to end this doomsday is to destroy me and him at the same time, but this is..."

Calvin didn't have time to finish that sentence.

Because in front of his face, Red Beard crushed the spare detonator that he had been holding in his mouth.

No one knows how the red beard thought of this, maybe he had already realized that he would be controlled by Calvin, or maybe he was just habitually making complete preparations to kill Calvin.

All in all, he did it anyway.

The dazzling white light tore the eyes of Calvin and Red Deer, followed by intense heat and roar.

"Boom—"

In a brief moment, the former bar was instantly reduced to shattered and splashed brick fragments in the smoke and heat.

The thick smoke rising up and the blood-red flames are extraordinarily dazzling even in such a night.

"crunch-"

However, not long after the explosion, at a distance of about 300 meters from the bombed bar, an old red iron gate naturally appeared on a section of the wall that was not affected by the bomb.

The door was perfectly inlaid in the center of the mottled and intricate street graffiti, and it looked like a fester that had finally been torn open on the skin of an already swollen corpse.

Red Deer calmly held the doorknob, pushed the door open, and then turned sideways to allow Calvin to walk out of the narrow door.

With a calm face, the young angel walked step by step along the alley where the sewage was flowing, until he came to the bar that was blazing with flames and started to burn again.

The high temperature rolled up the cold air around the bar, and the black scorched debris was swept high into the air by the airflow. Against the bright red firelight, it looked like a group of black butterflies. .

"...But it is very difficult to kill me or Joshua at the same time. You are right, my father should have listened to you. You should have killed me when I was young."

Calvin stared at everything in front of him, and he finished the sentence he hadn't finished before.

"I should have known..."

Redbeard is not the type to sit still.

As long as he made up his mind, no matter what would happen in the end, he would always try to kill Calvin—no matter what Calvin explained to him, and no matter whether things would go to that point in the end.

If Calvin was just an ordinary person, at this time, he would probably have been reduced to worthless fragments under countless ruins like the current red beard.

But he, and Red Deer, are not ordinary humans after all.

At the moment when the red beard detonated the bomb, the red deer hugged Calvin and fell back - the door suddenly appeared in the void, perfectly isolating the high heat and fire from the explosion from the space.

The world inside the door is as cold, distorted, and gloomy as ever.

On the contrary, the other side of the door, which was bursting with dazzling light due to the explosion, was so bright.

Until now, there are still some black spots on Calvin's retina, which are the visual discomfort caused by the dazzling white light of the explosion he saw with his own eyes inside the door.

This was the only negative effect the explosion had on Calvin.

Thinking of this, Calvin lowered his head and stared at his hands thoughtfully. In the darkness brought by the night, his skin exuded a hazy luster.

"Power" began to transform his body a long time ago, and of course, so did the spiritual change.

Calvin himself could feel that he was breaking free from the shackles of human emotions little by little, transforming into a colder, stronger and colder existence.

He was sure that by now, ordinary weapons would no longer be able to hurt him.

He was even sure that even if he let Redbeard detonate those bombs directly like this today, his body would probably not suffer any fatal injuries—more likely, he would completely get rid of the fragile flesh and blood of human beings. body, transformed into a more efficient and advanced existence.

All his pains, struggles, and troubles will be completely washed away in this transformation.

But can he really be considered a human being like that?

But even this kind of fear and pervasiveness may have become an emotion that needs to be cherished for him.

Calvin felt a powerful sense of destiny that he could not help but feel.

He really doesn't intend to destroy everything, but in fact, no matter what choices he makes, he will end up being the initiator of the end.

This is called... destiny.

"Calvin."

Red Deer suddenly spoke next to Calvin.

Calvin tilted his head, belatedly realizing that the red deer had been watching him.

Facing those deep emerald green eyes, Calvin finally had a vague sense of reality.

"Do we need to go to the pharmacy?"

Red Deer didn't seem to be aware of Calvin's strangeness at this moment.

He stared softly at the pale Calvin and said.

"pharmacy……"

"Isaac," said Red Deer, "you told those two idiots that you'd bring them some medicine."

Calvin was slightly taken aback.

Obviously the farewell to Joyce and Han was not long ago, why did he feel that scene was so far away when Red Deer mentioned it.