deformed bone

"sad?"

"Fogg"'s lips pursed into a stiff straight line.

The bartender looked back at him blankly, and his body shook a bit. In this state, he couldn't understand the vague instructions of "Fogg". "Fogg" quickly came back to his senses. He leaned forward and looked at the bartender more intently than before.

"Why is Calvin sad?"

There was a strange coldness in his voice.

"Because Calvin was a good man with a soft heart."

This sluggish answer didn't seem to satisfy "Fogg", but he had no choice but to stop his questioning.

The dog was about to come out, and Vigili was screaming just below his consciousness.

"Fogg"'s shoulders slumped, his hands were flat on the table top of the bar, and his fingers tapped three times regularly on the cheap synthetic wood board.

The bartender jerked forward, like a drowsy person suddenly awakened from an exhausted state while dozing off.He shuddered, and then suddenly came back to his senses.

He looks much more sober now.

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

He looked at "Fogg" and said very coldly, he didn't realize the repetition of his words.

The young boy with mint eyes looked at him almost purely, calmly as if he didn't notice the bartender's malice at all.

"Can I have a soda, please?"

He begged the bartender gently.

The bartender froze for a moment. Before he realized it, his body had obeyed the request of the weak and delicious young man in front of him, and gave him the glass of soda.

Then he looked at "Fogg" sitting there in amazement, sipping the cold liquid with green lemon and ice cubes in small sips.

I don't know if it's an illusion... The bartender thought, he felt that Mr. Little Snack's face looked particularly bad.

And in a sense, the bartender was right.

The souls in Red Deer's body were not feeling well. In fact, when the bartender felt that "Fogg" was drinking water calmly, his body was already caught in a storm.

【Who did it? !Who did it—was Red Deer fully awake?God, I can't stand this—]

Virgilis hissed repeatedly.

【Wow woof... Aww...】

Moses was whimpering.

【Shut up! 】"Fogg" tried hard to suppress the emotionally unstable personalities, 【Vigili, I didn't see before that you are so stupid like a pig whose brain has been plucked out—Red deer?You think it's a red deer?Even a pig could tell it was just a parody! 】

"Fogg" felt a strong anger and dissatisfaction, which was transmitted into his body from other personalities... and in the final analysis, it was the emotion of Red Deer.

Nobody likes to see a clumsy, crude imitation cat.

What's even more maddening is the expression of love.

【How dare he say 'I love you' to my baby—who allowed him to do that!I'll kill him I will, after I catch him I'll spoon his brains out of his nostrils bit by bit-]

[If you can catch him, you can do whatever you want.But now is not the time to care about this. 】

"Fogg" said grimly in his mind.

[The point is Calvin...he must be terrified now. 】

Moses in consciousness pricked up his ears.

【Aww...】

It made a threatening sound.

【Yes, we have to comfort him and stay by his side... This is what we should do. 】

……

In the dilapidated apartment, Calvin slowly woke up from another nightmare.

He slowly got up from the bed, only to realize that it was getting late.He sat on the bed and thought in a daze before he realized that Georgie's terrible death that morning had not been a dream.

He covered his face with his hands and rubbed his cold cheeks, his heart seemed to be squeezed into a tight ball.

"God bless you."

Calvin murmured hoarsely.

He double-checked his cell phone, and after finding out that Isaac hadn't called him, he decided to cheer up and go to the bar.

There may be some news there... Calvin thought, although most of the time it was just nonsense rumors, but if you have the skills, you can still find some information you want from those fabricated gossip.

You know that these thoughts of yours are just some weak self-comfort—when Calvin opened the door and walked out, he seemed to hear a voice in his heart speaking to him.

He felt a little ashamed of his vulnerability.

"Calm down."

He looked nervously at his blurred shadow on the glass at the end of the apartment and muttered softly.

"Everything will be fine--"

Suddenly, he suddenly stopped his footsteps.

In the corridor of this dilapidated apartment, Calvin was quite sure that he heard a sound—very soft, very gentle breathing sounds with much longer intervals than normal people.

If it was almost impossible for ordinary people to hear that breathing sound, Calvin thought of the "fitness trainer" that Dr. Holden invited him back then. It was a thin, dark-eyed man. Calvin learned from him There are many "tricks" to protect yourself.It was a long time before Calvin knew who his coach had been, a veteran... or rather, a murderer.His fitness trainer also has this breathing sound, which is the breathing that only specially trained people have.

A man was standing behind him, at the other end of the hallway was the emergency exit, and most of the time, a rusty iron lock was stuck on the emergency exit door, and the peeping eyes were coming from the door Through the crack of the locked door.

Calvin wondered why he was only now noticing that sight: viscous, hot, so thick that it was almost solid.It was like a hot tongue licking Calvin's back - Calvin felt his heart beating faster and the hairs on his neck stood up.When he noticed the strangeness, the tiny information that had been ignored before gathered in his mind: the sight behind him, the slow heartbeat behind the door, the very slight rubbing of clothes and fabrics...

For some reason, the card that was in Georgie's blood pool this morning suddenly appeared in Calvin's mind.That blood red "I love you".

It was the man—the man who had brought him the human cake was watching him.

Calvin started to walk forward again, the pace was almost exactly the same as before, but in fact, he was adjusting the state of his muscles through the movement of walking, and he was warming up his body—as his coach told Like him, make some preparations for the "sports" that will follow.

He went downstairs as if he didn't notice anything, and the breath waited vigilantly for a while before slowly approaching.

Calvin hid his entire body in the shadow of the corner of the stairs.

Like a hibernating animal, Calvin slowed down his heartbeat by adjusting his breathing (of course, what he did seems to be not as good as that peeping killer, but Calvin believes that there are not many people in this world who can be as sharp as him feeling), his sense of existence suddenly became very low.

"squeak--"

The emergency exit door was opened, and its hinges were oiled, and it made only a slight cry.

Then, there was the sound of footsteps even lighter than a cat.

Calvin lowered his eyes, his muscles tightened bit by bit...waiting for that pervert to approach.

step……

two steps...

Three steps...

The man stopped in front of Calvin's door.

The muscles in Calvin's eyes twitched, and he slowly turned his head. From this angle, he could only see the corner of the man's clothes.

The man was wearing an old-fashioned denim jacket.

He crouched slowly in front of Calvin's door, an unsuspecting—literally, hard to counter move.

Before he realized it, Calvin rushed out instinctively. He was as nimble as a preying cat, and jumped directly onto the man's back. With his own weight and the impact of the jump, he The knee was aimed at the opponent's spine and crashed.

"Ow—"

Then, almost defenseless, the man was pinned to the ground by Calvin.

He only had time to let out a strange scream like a gas leak, and his whole body seemed to have been sucked out of his soul, and he collapsed under Calvin's knees.

"Don't move!"

Calvin said coldly, he used one hand to match the knee and cut the man's hand backwards, and the other hand grabbed the man's hair and pulled his head off the ground.

Between Calvin's fingers... was a head of curly brown hair that felt as soft as wool.

"Ho-ho-"

The man continued to utter strange screams, and the voice was full of pain.

Calvin frowned.

Something wasn't quite right...he knew it right away.

Then, Calvin looked up.

He saw an overturned enamel iron pot on the ground.

A familiar pink ribbon was tied on the smashed lid of the pot... and at the same time, it was the smell of stewed beef that Calvin had smelled before.

"This is... what the hell?!"

Calvin's movements froze for a moment.

He lowered his head and glanced at the screaming man in his hand...

"Vigily?"

He called out the name in shock.