deformed bone

Obviously, Calvin had the same idea as Isaac.

He stood there, looking at Isaac, his face was as pale as the moon, and the pupils hidden under the contact lenses became as lost as plastic sheets. He stretched out a hand and grabbed Isaac's sleeve.

"God."

Calvin's bloodless lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just murmured.

However, as brothers who have grown up together for many years, Calvin and Isaac did not need too much language.

【go back. 】

Isaac gave Calvin a wink and a message.

This is a completely subconscious protection - Isaac would never want Calvin to be found to have anything to do with this perverted thing.

Calvin's appearance did cause a lot of trouble when he was growing up, but for the Holden family, what was more troublesome than his appearance was something deep in Calvin's body-you can't use it. Words describe it, metaphorically speaking, like some kind of bait, exuding a poisonous, dark aroma-to lure the weird, broken-hearted, twisters in human skin towards Calvin.

Some people hurt others for Calvin's sake.

Some will hurt themselves to get Calvin's attention.

Of course, there are still some people who will directly hurt Calvin because of the strange desires bred in their souls.

Dr. Holden has told Isaac and Calvin countless times that it wasn't Calvin's fault—

"You can't say it's your 'sin' qualities that attract those people, my dear child, darkness never attracts darkness...pureness and light do."

But Calvin really didn't know if that was just a comforting word invented by Dr. Holden to keep him from going crazy.

Isaac was very close to Calvin, he felt that Calvin was trembling, and his dear brother seemed to be emitting a desperate cold air.

"Go back to the apartment, this is none of your business, Calvin."

Isaac pushed Calvin back without a trace.

But Calvin didn't act as he hoped, he just stood there, staring at the "human cake" on the ground over Isaac's shoulder.

"It's Georgie . . . Georgie Alston."

Calvin raised his eyes to look at Isaac, and squeezed out the somewhat unfamiliar name from his lips as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"what?"

"I know that kid... he's Billy's sidekick... oh my god..."

Calvin put his hand over his mouth, he looked like he was going to throw up.

He remembered the liveliness of Billy and Georgie when he had thrown them out yesterday.The young man's smooth skin and excessive heat, the smell of cheap pomade on his hair... Few people remember Georgie, this humble little follower, but Calvin knew him——When he was just 16 years old, Georgie Instigated by alcohol and friends, he attempted to "dedicate himself" to Calvin.It was a confession that was almost tragic because it was too oolong.Georgie took off all his clothes in front of Calvin, and he had a scar on his chest from a heart attack he had suffered as a child.

What did Georgie say then?His eyes glistened on Calvin in the dim light of the bar, and the innocent sincerity that frightened Calvin burned like fire in the eyes of the young man.

"I could get a tattoo in here—how about your name?"

Calvin beat Georgie, but he remembered the scar on Georgie's chest—now the scar was like a white worm, lying lifeless on the corpse cake in front of Calvin.

Calvin felt his temples throbbing, and a violent despair surged into his chest.

"He is because of me..."

A hoarse voice trembled on the tip of Calvin's tongue.

Isaac interrupts Calvin harshly before he can finish his sentence.

"Let me repeat, get out of here! Calvin, this thing here has nothing to do with you." He deliberately emphasized the last sentence.

Afterwards, Isaac took out his ID card from his coat pocket, shook it at the terrified passers-by, and unconsciously blocked Calvin.

"Police, keep back - don't disrupt the scene."

He said to the men that it sounded like a real policeman.

Calvin felt that Isaac's voice came from a very far away place, as if someone had pierced a hole in his own skin, and his soul and strength were flowing from that little place like air. leaked out of the hole.

"...Billy, and Billy."

He took a deep breath to calm himself down a bit, and then he realized something even more terrifying.

"That kid Georgie is Billy's loyal follower, they almost never leave, and if something happens to Georgie, I don't think Billy's going to be all right—damn—"

Calvin lowered his voice, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

Isaac nodded with a livid face, and he elbowed Calvin.

"I know."

He said.

"Now you get out of here first... Believe me, brother, I will find a way to find that kid named Billy."

"..."

Calvin stared at him intently, and a few seconds later, he put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the apartment.If someone who is not familiar with Calvin sees him now, he will probably feel that this is just an ordinary person who was disgusted by the bloody case early in the morning—even if his hands outside his sleeves were clenched too tightly, The joints are starting to turn white.

And behind him, amidst the sharp sirens, the police were driven here in dilapidated black and white police vehicles.

The crowd is dispersing.

His elder brother is facing the police officers with ugly faces...

……

A few hours later, a young man with mint eyes and curly brown hair entered the Cross bar with some primity.

The atmosphere in the bar was even more dull than the last time he came, the air became unusually heavy, and a strong sense of stagnation remained in the dimly lit space of the bar.

Even if it's not business hours, you can't expect many customers in the bar, but the number of customers here today is really too small.The dilapidated jukebox in the corner was not touched, and the outdated music that caused headaches disappeared, and the whole bar felt even more dilapidated.There was only the bartender behind the bar, and he was wiping a glass goblet weakly with his eyes downcast, but he didn't notice that he had been doing this for a full 10 minutes.

Something happened.

Virgili blinked his eyes. No one noticed that his pupils constricted for a moment under the light. He stopped by the bar and hugged the cowhide schoolbag in his hand to his chest. This action made him look even more Like a childish college student.

"Hi."

He greeted the bartender dryly.

The bartender still lowered his head and seemed to be concentrating on wiping the glass.

"...Are you alone today?"

Vigily muttered for a long time, he looked at the bartender in embarrassment, and it took him a long time to say anything.

Now the bartender finally noticed the young man in front of him who didn't fit in with the bar—the bartender still remembered Virgil's young and innocent face.However, when we met for the first time, the bartender was watching Virgili being teased with enthusiasm, but today he looked a little tired.

"Your question sounds like you're trying to fuck me, boy."

The bartender continued to wipe the glass. He raised his head and glanced at Virgil, and his answer was unusually cold, which was in stark contrast to his previous attitude.

In a place where no one could see, Virgil's fingers trembled slightly.But on the surface... the brown-haired young man blushed angrily because of the bartender's answer.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant."

Virgili said with a lisp, he purposely squeezed his purse a little tighter.

"Who knows what you mean."

The bartender said impatiently.

Virgil frowned: "So... isn't Calvin here?"

"Tsk—"

The bartender sneered.

"He's not here." The bartender's voice was cold and hard. "Boy, I know you want to drink him-but today is not a good time-you shouldn't be here."

Virgili's eye color changed slightly.

He licked his lips, and then he leaned directly against the bar, pulled out the chair and sat down.

This action is a bit too reckless or bold for the role he is playing now, but...

"Oh? It seems that something is not good today?"

He stared at the bartender's appearance, and then said softly.

It was a strange, slow tone, like the groan of a sleepwalker, but what was even more strange was that the bartender didn't seem to notice the change in Virgil's tone at all.

His movement of wiping the cup stopped for a moment, but soon, he resumed his finger movement, but his eyes seemed a little hollow—his pupils were dilated, like a patient under anesthesia, and his tongue was numb due to , the words spoken were also somewhat ambiguous: "Yes, today is not very good, we are all very sad..."

Cloudy tears welled up from the bartender's eyes.

"Someone's dead--poor little Georgie, my God, how hopeless old Man Alston must be. We've watched the boy grow up from a tiny little one, and though he's not bright, we all know he's a Good boy. It doesn't matter if you are not smart, Billy will always take care of him, and everyone knows that Georgie will be an Auston later-who would hurt such a child?! Georgie will not hurt anyone. … ..."

Virgil, or to be more precise - "Fogg" frowned.

Half of it was due to the physical pain caused by the intense burden on the brain and muscles when he activated the ability, it was a severe pain (a dog barked in the back of his mind) and the other part was the news itself.

"What happened? Calvin has something to do with this?"

The bartender stared blankly at "Fogg" for a long time, and then slowly repeated to "Fogg" the tragedy that happened this morning. He went on to say: "... Calvin is very sad, he is very sad, so why did he ask for leave today? Come to work."