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If there must be something that makes Calvin feel a little strange, it is the handwriting on the comfort card-they are so beautiful, balanced, wonderful, the kind of handwriting that only people who have received special handwriting training can write .To tell the truth, Calvin did not think that any of those suitors who buzzed about him like flies smelling nectar could write such words.

Calvin should have sensed that something was wrong, but he was really tired. The funeral had consumed all his energy and brains, and he put the heavy enameled iron pot (he didn't know until much later) They are expensive) carried into their tiny apartment and stuffed haphazardly into the refrigerator.He quickly forgot about the pot of goulash until Isaac found it.

"...Ah, if you want to take it, you'd better make sure it doesn't contain some... medicine."

Calvin poked his head halfway out of the bathroom and yelled at Isaac.

"what?"

Isaac turned around holding the pot in shock, his mouth was covered with sauce and his tongue was frozen on his jaw.

Thanks to the smallness of this apartment, even at the door of the bathroom, Calvin still saw the half-empty pot in Isaac's hand at a glance.

"forget it."

Calvin rubbed his temples and said expressionlessly.

"I didn't taste any suspicious taste...Maybe..." Isaac put the pot on the coffee table, looked down at the pot of beef stew uncertainly, after a while he suddenly jumped up, "Wait Wait, what drug? How often do you see people giving you illegal drugs?!"

"Alcohol and...everything you can think of that would get me in bed."

Calvin shrugged, but immediately he let out a cry of pain.

"Damn-"

"For God's sake, you didn't tell me this—"

"I thought you should be able to tell that I've been used to this for a long time, 'Detective'." Calvin said flatly, swipe his finger lightly on his face, "With it, my troubles have never been less Well, have you forgotten?"

The tired lines on Isaac's face deepened, and he showed the kind of pricked face Calvin didn't like to see.

"Hey man, you don't actually have to stay here..."

Calvin withdrew his head back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"We've talked about this topic many times, Isaac, I didn't nag you when you went to be a police officer-let's stop here, and save me some energy to deal with my damn back."

Calvin said mercilessly that he knew that his words would make Isaac feel painful, and just as he imagined, the door immediately became quiet.

Calvin closed his eyes, he took a deep breath as if he was about to squeeze the last breath of air out of his lungs, then he opened the glass mirror, took out the anti-inflammatory medicine in a yellow plastic bottle from the closet behind the mirror, He gulped down the bitter pills down his throat.

He stood in that position in front of the mirror for a while, then twisted his body in silence, watching his back with difficulty from the mirror in a rather contorted position.

Just like Isaac told him, there was nothing on his back but two red and swollen wounds—yet the eyes he saw in the bar toilet before were so vivid and real, Calvin He could even recall the greed and hunger in those red eyes, and it took him a lot of effort to convince himself that it was just an illusion.

"Calm down, Calvin."

Calvin put his hands on the edge of the sink, he raised his head and muttered to his pale face in the mirror.

"This is not the first time you have hallucinations, you just need to calm down."

He continued.

Just as his life has never been short of men and women who want to sleep with him, his life has never been short of hallucinations.

Dr. Holden helped Calvin remove the pair of wings that almost squeezed the boy's life in a dirty underground clinic, but many years since that day, Calvin still feels that the pair of wings are still there. on his back.

He still has backaches, feels that weight on his body, and many times he even feels that someone is touching and playing with them.His wounds were so inexplicable - they hadn't fully healed for a full 15 years - they were always repeatedly infected, inflamed, festered, and got a little better after heavy doses of antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs.The bone-piercing pain sliced ​​back and forth across his back for a long time, like revenge for the wings he had abandoned.

"Hula, hoo, hoo."

At other times, Calvin would feel that as long as he tensed the muscles of his shoulder blades, he could hear the sound of wings beating the air amidst the swelling and pain caused by the congestion.

These are hallucinations.

"Your brain always thinks they're there."

Dr. Holden would always tell him that in the beginning, Calvin would cry out from the horrible emptiness and pain, and the old man would squeeze Calvin's back with an ice cube in worry, and he would let Calvin spread his arms out in front of a huge mirror.

"...the brain is stupid, you've been in pain with those wings for too long, so even if I cut them off, your brain still insists that you have a pair of wings, and that the wings will bring you as always Pain. Look up and look at yourself, Calvin, you have to let yourself know that there are no more wings."

The hoarse voice of the old man seemed to echo in Calvin's ears again.

"There is no so-called 'Angel', no 'Children of Light', no 'Ire' anymore. Only you, Calvin, you are the only one in this world."

……

"Fuck you."

Calvin cursed at his wound.He swallowed two more pills - far more than the maximum recommended dose, then gave himself a shower and finally shook out of the bathroom.

The moment Calvin opened the door, he actually felt a little stiff. He didn't know if he could face Ai Zac who was always being dug out by him, but soon he realized that he didn't need to worry about this: Ai Zha Ke has fallen asleep tiredly on the sofa.

Calvin stood by the sofa watching him for a moment, then lifted his legs onto the sofa with difficulty.Isaac muttered twice, found a comfortable position on the sofa and continued to fall asleep.

"Good night, man."

Calvin spoke to him softly.

Then he, who was also extremely tired, only had time to lie down on the bed, and he could no longer control himself and let the Sandman take away all his consciousness.

There was silence in Calvin's apartment.

Of course you can still hear a lot in this apartment, Isaac is snoring, the apartment resident on the top floor is doing yoga, her fat buttocks and thighs are banging on the floor, accompanied by the looming Under the window sill, two or more feral cats are screaming for mating rights. Occasionally, cars pass by on the narrow road, and the sound of the engine is accompanied by the white light of the headlights. ...

This was an environment Calvin and Isaac had long been accustomed to. They slept soundly, as at ease as babies in their mother's arms.

Then, the shadow under Calvin's bed moved.

A pale hand slowly protruded from the black shadow, first fingers, then a long and narrow palm, arm, shoulder... and then a man's face slowly protruded from under Calvin's bed come out.

He stared at the edge of Calvin's bed for a while, and then slowly crawled out from under Calvin's bed.

With soft brown curls and mint eyes that faded in the dark, if Calvin could wake, he would be shocked to realize that Vivian had disappeared over the steps of the bar like Cinderella. Mr Gilly was standing by his bed.

[My baby, my angel. 】

Virgil's thin lips trembled, and in the back of his mind, a voice murmured excitedly.

[I want to lick his toes, his knees, I want to...]

[Shut up, Virgil. 】

Fogg screamed in Vigili's body in despair.

[Hasn't Red Deer taught you a lesson yet?You must know that your previous actions are enough to frighten him——]

【I was just careless... Theoretically speaking, it is impossible for normal people to see me. 】

Virgil licked his gums, and hungrily outlined the lines of Calvin's body with his gaze.

[But Calvin is not an ordinary person. 】Fuge retorted coldly, 【Let me emphasize again, I know what you're thinking, please stop making those boring excuses, you just want him to see you. 】

A sweet curve formed at the corner of Virgil's mouth.

He squatted down cautiously, and put his face close to Calvin's palm.

[Yes, I just want him to see me——]

[Even if he will feel frightened. 】

【That's right, even if he would feel frightened... he still saw "I", the real "I"...】

Virgili sniffed at Calvin's hand intoxicated, and then gently kissed Calvin's fingertips.

"Well--"

Calvin's hand moved, he frowned slightly in his sleep, then he retracted his hand, curled up and turned to the other side of the bed.

Virgil sighed.

He took a deep look at the small space that Calvin had vacated, and under Fogg's sharp protest, he also climbed onto the bed.

"crunch-"

The old and dilapidated mattress made a clear sound under Vigili's movements.

Isaac's slight snoring stopped for a moment, and he changed his position on the sofa.

Vigily remained motionless until he heard the sound of snoring on the other side of the sofa, and then he slowly put his hands on Calvin's waist.

His body trembled slightly from excitement.

[Virgili—what the hell are you doing? ! 】

【This is the last night... Fogg... Calm down, he won't wake up, his painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs contain your 'masterpiece'.The thought that I would never be able to sleep peacefully under him again filled me with pain.I have to accumulate some memories for the next short separation, you know, so that I don't go crazy...]

That's right, Calvin didn't know that in the past few days, he had an extra tenant in his apartment.

Every night, Virgil lay quietly under that cheap second-hand bed, with wide eyes listening to Calvin's every breath on the mattress, and feeling his every movement.

【you--】

【Don't refute, we all know that you desire it too. Don't forget that we are all just derivative personalities of Red Deer. If you don't have desires, I won't either. 】

Virgil said happily.

Fogg suddenly fell silent as if he had been punched.

Virgili lowered her eyes contentedly.

"Um……"

Calvin's breathing became rapid, and he seemed to be deeply trapped in a nightmare, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his body struggled slightly.

His helpless appearance satisfied Virgil without any accident, he lifted his head, enclose Calvin's earlobe and suck gently.

"do not--"

Calvin murmured vaguely.

【Vigily, you're a little too 'excited'. 】

Fogg resurfaced on the upper level of consciousness again, he warned sternly.

Virgil's hands were trembling, so was his body, and his eye sockets were moist with excitement... His movements stopped.

After a while, he panted and retracted his hand.

【Well, you're right, Fogg, I'm about to lose control. ] Vigilie said hoarsely.

[Let me out before you screw everything up. 】

【…】

Under the dim light in the room, Virgil's body froze suddenly.

After a while, he opened his eyes again.

"..."

From his direction, Calvin's thin shoulders and waist could be clearly seen, his eyes darkened, and after a short moment, he took his hands away from Calvin's body.

Fogg applied some medicine to the wound on Calvin's back. Under the action of those colorless and odorless potions, the redness and swelling of the wound on Calvin's back subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye.Then he climbed out of Calvin's bed, helped Calvin rearrange his clothes, and replaced the sleeping pills in Calvin's closet with the normal version.

Finally, he returned to Calvin's bedside.Fogg took out his suitcase from under the bed, and put a blue dark-striped suit on his arm. On the bridge of his nose were prescription glasses made of natural tortoiseshell.

[Goodbye, my angel.Looking forward to seeing you again. 】

He leaned down and whispered in Calvin's ear.

"Well……"

Calvin's body trembled slightly in his sleep, he let out a whimper, and curled himself up even tighter.

Fogg stretched out his hand, stayed in front of Calvin's furrowed brow for a moment, and then withdrew his hand again.

He pushed the frame of his glasses in a panic, and backed away from Calvin's bedside.

【You are also out of control. 】

Virgili sneered in his head.

【Shut up】

Fogg held the door of the apartment with one hand, and he took one last look at Calvin before stepping into the darkness outside the apartment.

"clatter."

The door was closed.