deformed bone

Calvin and "Vigily" looked at each other for a moment, his expression was enough to scare an ordinary child into tears.

"What are you dawdling about?"

he asks.

"Vigily" shrugged his shoulders pitifully, and his posture of holding a pen was clumsier than that of a freshman in kindergarten.

"Ho-"

The big man with the mint eyes tried desperately to make a sound, but it did nothing but make him more miserable.

Calvin was about to sneer, he raised an eyebrow, and folded his arms around his chest.

"Oh?" he said slowly, "Are you trying to show me that you can't write? A...dumb who can't write?"

He blinked at "Vigily" suddenly. If Isaac was here, just seeing the "sweet" smile on his suffocatingly beautiful face would probably make him cry twice because of strong fear. Legs are weak——but the one who squeezed into the bathroom with Calvin was not Isaac, who knew Calvin's nature well, but "Virgili".The latter fell into a trance after seeing Calvin's sudden smile, and the bright pink color quickly diffused from his neck to his cheeks.

"Crack-"

The pen that Calvin threw on him was crushed in two in his fist.

"Vigily"'s chest heaved violently, and he stared at Calvin with a smirk.

Calvin lowered his eyes.

He reached out and picked up a thin blade from the sink.

"You know, I really don't like this."

He lowered his voice and said, and then he squatted down in front of "Vigily" and reached out to grab "Vigily"'s ankle—the latter's body suddenly stiffened like a rock. "

Calvin took it for granted as an expression of fear, his snow-white fingertips twisted the blade, and waved it in front of "Vigily".

"You forgot the pot of beef—I remember the taste, you stewed beef for me, and I must say, it tasted good—" Calvin stated calmly, putting the feet of "Vigily" on the on his own knee, and then ripped off the opponent's socks.

"Vigily"'s feet were exposed.

Calvin raised his head and glanced at "Vigily", the latter's pupils shrank into a very thin dot in an instant, which made the young man's eyes look like silver coins, showing a very light light green color .

"...You said you can't write? Don't forget, the pot of beef you gave me has a very 'intimate' sympathy card." Calvin said.

"Vigily" also seemed to sense the unpleasant things that were about to happen. He tried hard to withdraw his feet, but his movements were extremely weak.Calvin grabbed his ankle with just one hand.

"You may be a good actor, but you're not a good liar."

As Calvin said, he pressed the blade against the sole of "Vigily's" foot.

"I really don't like bad lies."

He finally concluded.

The blade scratched the skin of "Vigily"'s sole, and a few seconds later, a long and thin red mark appeared on the part that rarely appeared in the sight of others.

Blood gushed out slowly.

Calvin knew it would be a terrible feeling—it wasn't just pain, it was just a slight sting at the beginning, and after the blood gushed out, the sting turned into a burning itching And pain, the last is intense pain, and this pain will increase geometrically with the number of wounds.These are some extra tricks he learned from Dr. Holden, which are very effective in extracting confessions - and in addition to the objective pain of the body, cutting the soles of the feet with a blade is in a sense more psychological Offensive, many people may be able to withstand the strong stimulation and injury of the torso, but they cannot bear the attack on the soles of the feet. For many people, this part is their "vulnerable point".

Calvin never imagined that he would actually practice this "little trick" one day, and he tried his best to look calm and scary.The smell of blood gradually spread in the narrow bathroom, and nothing made Calvin feel more disgusted than a lynching. His heart beat almost broke his ribs, and he had to recall Georgie's disgusting morning body, he can work hard to keep himself going.

The good news is that Calvin's actions seem to really make "Vigily" feel threatened and frightened. "Vigily" began to struggle, he was panting heavily, his toes were all curled up, and his body was shaking like a Parkinson's patient suffering from an attack.

Calvin stuck his foot firmly.

"Tell me, what do you want to do? Who are you?"

He repeated his question.

Virgili's eyeballs were bloodshot, and he looked weak as if he was about to pass out.

"Ho-ho-ho-"

However, he did not tell the truth as honestly as Calvin hoped, he still stubbornly maintained the lie full of loopholes, pretending to be a dumb who could not write.

Calvin took a deep breath.

"You brought it on yourself."

He then added a fresh gash to Vigili's foot with a razor blade, he said.He could feel that the muscles of "Vigily" were stretched to an incredible state, and the calf under his palm was as hard as a stone.Blood began to pour out from the wound of "Vigily", far exceeding Calvin's expected range.

It has to be said that Calvin was flustered and disgusted when he realized that his entire trousers were about to be stained red with "Vigily's" blood.

As a person who has been causing trouble since he was a child, Calvin is good at solving people with his fists, and this method of torture is Isaac's forte.

Perhaps a wrong decision at this point - a voice seemed to whisper in his head - that he should have left this kind of thing to Isaac.

Even if Isaac has now become a member of Calvin's most hated group.

"My patience is very limited."

Calvin's breathing was a little heavy, and he hoarsely issued a final threat to "Vigily".

In order to conceal his inner turmoil, Calvin looked even more stern and cruel than usual.

"Vigily" stared at him, panting like a bull whose throat was about to be cut off, and the handcuffs rattled on the water pipe due to the trembling of his wrists.

Calvin had to throw the blade aside, he picked up the tongs on the sink, and shook it in front of "Vigily".

"If you're going to go on with this boring pretense—I'm going to have to rip your nails off piece by piece. Believe me, it's going to hurt like hell."

The former angel tried his best to imitate Isaac's appearance, and said to "Vigily" in a gloomy manner.

For God's sake—he really didn't want to do the job.

Calvin thought, and secretly prayed in his heart that "Vigily" would be a little more obedient, so that he would not actually carry out his threat.

"Vigily" opened his eyes wide.

Sweat soaked his clothes and hair, his face flushed, his dry lips quivering silently.Calvin saw a deep, fresh tooth mark on his lips.

The fragility and wounds of "Vigily" once again made Calvin feel sour in his chest, and the discomfort of hurting others slightly burned his soul.

And at this time...

"Tick tock..."

Bright red drops of blood slowly flowed out of "Vigily"'s nostrils.

Calvin froze.

"Vigily" was breathing more and more quickly, and his chin was soon stained red with blood. After a while, "Vigily"'s neck suddenly tilted, and then he rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Damn!"

The pincers in Calvin's hand fell to the ground.

He rushed over and lifted the head of "Vigily", trying to wake the latter, but it was useless.

Calvin didn't know whether his intimidation caused the hidden disease in "Vigily"'s body or something else. In short, the heavy man who fell in his arms had indeed lost consciousness.

"Damn, hell, hell!"

Calvin issued a barrage of curses.

And at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the hand of "Vigily" slightly moving on the side of his body.

Calvin's body stiffened for a moment, and in this short moment, the range of movement of the hand belonging to "Vigily" began to increase.

Its fingers seemed to be playing a piano that didn't exist, shaking its fingertips on the wet bathroom floor already stained pink with blood.Calvin had never seen a human hand move in such a grotesque manner of motion.

"Vigily"'s fingers spread out, and the palm of the hand moved quickly under the support of the fingers-it looked more like a huge, pale spider with self-consciousness.

Calvin looked at "Virgili" suddenly, and the man was still slumped in the corner with his neck crooked.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

Calvin raised his voice and shouted.

But "Vigily" didn't answer him.

Most of his body was still as quiet as a corpse, but his right hand was wriggling.

Under Calvin's creepy gaze, the one groped its way to the broken pen holder, stretched out its middle finger and index finger to pick up the pen.

[I'm sorry, honey, I think I scared you. 】

The hand of "Vigily" wrote fluently on the crumpled paper with that pen.

Calvin swallowed.

"It's not funny."

He said coldly to "Vigily" who seemed to have passed out.

[This is not a prank - he has indeed lost consciousness.You know, for a split personality, overstimulation is not so easy to digest. 】

That hand held the pen and continued writing.

Calvin's brows were almost twisted together. He looked at the hands of "Vigily" and the closed eyes, his face was solemn.

"You'd better stop there, Virgil."

He said to the other party.

But that hand stretched out an index finger and shook it at him.

【I'm not Virgili—of course, neither is he. 】