deformed bone

"...Is that person you?"

Calvin asked dryly.

"Fogg"'s fingers shook in the air.

【it's me……】

【It's us.We are all there. 】

it writes.

Calvin's eyes couldn't help staying on the word "we". He looked at the paper as if there was a ghost hidden in that line, and he felt creepy like a cold snake crawling slowly across his body. spine.

He licked his lips and suddenly wanted to drink some alcohol—maybe alcohol could tell him when this absurd nightmare would end.

"I don't care if it's some stupid joke of yours or you're just a fucking psychopath," Calvin began, "and I don't care what you're up to—you better not have anything to say to me , trust me, you don't want to know what happens when you piss me off - in fact I should just knock out your teeth and throw them in Redbeard's playground at this point."

"Fogg" quietly stayed on the side of "Vigily", Calvin didn't know if it really heard his threat, the latter was motionless at this moment, like a dead man's hand.

"You'd better be honest and tell me if you shot at that kid."

Calvin's voice fell like a solid ice cube.

【child? 】

Fogg wrote, flicking his fingers lightly across the page.

[If you are talking about the person you mentioned before, I can honestly say on behalf of everyone in this body that there is absolutely no way that terrible thing has anything to do with us.The dominant personality in this body from morning to noon is Histo, but he is just an ordinary male nanny with a shy personality, and most importantly, the Italian stew he prepares for you today requires careful cooking, For three hours he was by the stove.Excuse me, could you give me another piece of paper, please? 】

At the bottom of the paper, "Fogg" begged politely in tiny handwriting.

Yet it was this eccentric politeness that made Calvin restless.

Fear and irritability and something that should be called a sense of crisis brewed a pungent venom in Calvin's chest.

"You're just playing tricks."

Calvin lunged at the guy, his fingers aimed at the ligaments in the man's elbow.Calvin swears that this is his last attempt, and he wants to know if the so-called "Fogg" will show up again if he does wring the weird man's arm.

Calvin reached out and grabbed the elbow of "Vigily", and mercilessly twisted it to the other half, while "Fogg" gripped the tip of the pen tightly and scratched deeply on the paper.

"Hiss—" the tip of the pen scratched the paper and made a very slight sound, but Calvin finally felt as if he heard a sound of extreme pain.

"Crack"...

In a blink of an eye, Calvin heard the crisp sound of dislocation of human joints.

The hand occupied by the personality calling itself "Fogg" was roughly wrenched aside by Calvin.

The pen fell from the palm of "Fogg" to the ground, and the whole body of "Vigily" suddenly trembled, and made a vague and inarticulate moan.

Calvin stared at the other person's face... The man with his head down and fainted was covered with cold sweat on his forehead. He seemed to be attacked by pain, his face turned pale, and his breathing was extremely short.

But from the beginning to the end, he didn't open his eyes, and he didn't jump up to attack him or give up that incredible disguise and run away directly as Calvin expected.

He spasmed weakly under Calvin's hands like a wounded little animal, struggling so slight that it was almost negligible.

Calvin looked at such a "Vigily", and he felt that his feet were standing in cold water.

"Damn."

he murmured.

After hesitating for a while, Calvin carefully opened the eyelids of "Vigily", and observed the latter's eyeballs, reluctantly confirming that "Vigily" was indeed in a coma.

At this moment, the pain shown by this man undoubtedly aroused Calvin's long-lost sense of guilt.

"Fuck it..."

Calvin couldn't help swearing.

"...Are you still here?" After a pause for a few seconds, Calvin said dryly, "Fogg?"

……

……

……

The air in the room became heavy.

There is a gap between the window railing and the glass due to poor assembly. In the narrow street downstairs, someone is drunk, laughing and talking nonsense like a madman. A little farther away, there are cars. and the sound of the crowd.Noise came in through the gap, making the silence in the room even more viscous.

"Vigily" lay there motionless, with one hand folded strangely to one side, the sweat secreted by the pain pooled into small drops on the man's sickly pale skin.

The sunlight that was approaching noon entered Calvin's apartment, and fell on the body of "Vigily" through the refraction of a cheap decoration.

On the handsome face of "Vigily", that bead of sweat was shining.

For a short moment, the scene in front of Calvin even had an artistic sense like an oil painting... Although the only thing Calvin was worried about at this time was whether "Vigily" was really dead.After all, the dazzlingly beautiful handwriting of "Fuge" and Vigilie, who was obviously the son of the elder brother last night, all showed that this solid body came from a wealthy family.

And those who are rich are always more vulnerable.

Calvin rubbed his wrists.

"Hey, you're really unconscious, aren't you?"

He felt a little stupid, but he couldn't help walking towards "Vigily", then he lowered his head, stared at the latter's hand and said softly.

"..."

"Vigily"'s head was tilted lifelessly on the dusty carpet.

Calvin felt himself swallow a mouthful of bitter saliva.

All right.Finally it was his turn.

Calvin said to himself in his own head.

The people who live in this area will always "occasionally" accidentally hurt others-Dr. Holden depends on these people to support him and Isaac.

"No big deal."

Calvin muttered, he was very relieved that his voice was not trembling.

He bent over and held the dead body of "Vigily"... no, the body (Calvin was very relieved to feel the man's heartbeat and question when he touched "Vigily"-thank God), and then He dragged the comatose multiple personality patient to the sofa.

However, for "Vigily", this dilapidated second-hand sofa seemed a bit too short. When Calvin tried to push him onto the sofa, "Vigily" knocked his knee heavily on the coffee table.

"it hurts……"

Calvin's body froze suddenly, he raised his head, and saw the man on the sofa frowning tightly, his face distorted, and a weak moan escaped from his thin lips.