deformed bone

Calvin had to admit that he was taken aback when he heard the voice of "Vigily", and the result was that he tripped over the opponent's leg while retreating instinctively, and then he fell directly to the ground in an extremely embarrassed posture. sofa.

Inevitably, Calvin landed heavily on Virgil, and his elbow hit Virgil's ribs.

"Ow—"

"Vigily" cried out in pain, and now he woke up... At least it looked like this, the man's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, revealing pale mint-colored pupils, His eyes were full of bewilderment, like a sleepy child who was forcibly awakened by his mother to go to school.

Calvin frantically supported the cushion on the man's side, which was no longer elastic. He tried to get up, but several wire springs pierced his palm through the frayed cloth. The pain was not strong, but Calvin didn't know why he suddenly lost his center of gravity. The body he had just raised sank again, and then pressed against the multiple personality patient.

"Shit."

Calvin cursed habitually, and then his body froze completely.

"Calvin?"

Calvin's name was called out by a familiar voice, and the tone undoubtedly belonged to a person (of course, a more accurate term is "personality") that Calvin had met.

Calvin forced himself to meet those mint-colored eyes.

Against the handsome and pale cheeks, the clear pupils are like innocent children.

Virgil...that sweet man who looked like a custard dessert once again descended into this body, and just looking at his performance, he seemed at a loss for his current situation.

"What happened... ouch, ouch, it hurts..."

Virgil seemed to want to reach out and touch the tip of his nose, but the expression on his face suddenly distorted in the next second. He clutched his hand that Calvin had violently used, and instinctively wanted to curl up his body.

But Calvin was lying on top of him, so the only thing Virgili did was clamp Calvin's waist with his knees.

"let me go."

Calvin shuddered, and with a livid face, he jumped up with his arms on the back of the sofa.

"Woo... Pain... What happened... What happened..."

Vigily gasped desperately, and he took a long time before he managed to make an intermittent sound.

He seemed to be far more fragile than Histu or the personality named Fogg, and the same pain fell on him, as if it was going to kill him completely.

His face was paler than before and the large amount of cold sweat left behind showed this. Calvin even saw glistening water marks on the man's cheeks—I'm afraid even Vigilie himself didn't notice it. The little pain has successfully made him cry.

Even his speaking voice was nasal.

"God, my hand—is my hand broken?" Virgil looked at Calvin pitifully, "I...was I being robbed?...You...rescued me?"

"..."

Calvin's mouth twitched.

"I broke your arm."

Calvin said.

Then he saw Virgil's eyes widen in shock.

"Wait...wait...why?"

Vigily bent his knees unconsciously, and he shrunk his body to the corner of the sofa. His slender hands and feet made Calvin's old sofa look extraordinarily narrow, and this strong contrast showed more clearly His clumsiness.

Calvin blinked.

"You... don't know anything?" he asked.

Virgil shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"Sorry, I...I...I don't understand...why you want to...you want to..."

Calvin was silent for a few seconds, then he rubbed the space between his brows.

"In general... because you are a multiple personality patient?"

The former angel said without a trace of waves.

"boom--"

Then Calvin just watched Virgili fall directly from the low armrest of the sofa to the ground because of the excessive range of motion. He hit the floor and made a heavy muffled sound. Virgili's extremely painful screams sounded.

"I, my, my hand..."

"Bang bang bang..."

This accident obviously caused some distress to the residents downstairs. While Vigilie was still lying on the ground unable to move due to the pain, the bad-tempered old lady mercilessly began to hit the house with the handle of the mop forcefully. ceiling.

"It was just an accident, I'm sorry—"

Calvin walked to the window expressionlessly and opened it, then roared downwards.

"You fucking should fuck somewhere else!"

And all he got was a rude growl.

Calvin's eyebrows twitched, and he closed the window with a "bang".

Then he grabbed Virgil by the collar, and threw the big man, who was weaker than Pudding, onto his bed—his mattress groaned in pain.

Thankfully, Virgil finally bit his tongue because of Calvin's unexpected move, and he stupidly froze on Calvin's bed like a deer caught in the headlights and unable to move.

"You... you, you, you, you want... me, me, me..."

"If I were you, I'd be quieter."

Calvin looked down at Virgil from the side of the bed, and after the initial shock, he once again managed to hide his mood swings behind that pretty face.

Virgil bit his lip all of a sudden, just as Calvin asked, and he fell silent.He looked at Calvin's face, his eyes flickering.

Calvin ignored him.

The old lady downstairs finally calmed down, maybe because people of her age don't have enough stamina to hit the ceiling with a mop for a long time... Nevertheless, when Calvin walked through the living room and went to the bathroom to search for first aid When getting out of the box, he deliberately slowed down his steps.

Vigily turned his head, buried his face in the pillow Calvin had slept on, and took a deep breath.Then he stared at Calvin's back enthusiastically from the corner of his eye. In the dim room, the former angel's light-footed movements had a fascinating sense of rhythm.

Virgili turned his body slightly and arched his back so that a certain part of himself would not be too conspicuous.

When Calvin returned to the bed with painkillers and a towel soaked in cold water, what he saw was still a pure, kind, and innocent rich man like a forest fawn.

"Gal... Calvin..."

With his shaky shoulders and trembling voice, Virgil showed Calvin the fragility and tension that a fragile rich fool should have.

Calvin glanced at him expressionlessly, the sharp and indifferent gaze like a dagger almost made the other souls in Virgili's body stir... But soon Virgil happily caught a glimpse of it in Calvin's eyes. Fleeting softness.

His dear and fragrant angel knelt by the bed, then reached out and took the hand in his.

"You really don't know anything?"

Calvin looked at the goose bumps on Virgil's arms due to "nervousness", and asked in a low voice.

He heard Virgili make a swallowing sound.

"Sorry...God...I, I really didn't think..."

Vigily's whole body fell into a panic, and he stuttered even more when speaking than before.

"Did 'they' cause you any trouble?" The green-eyed man looked at Calvin in despair and asked, "So, you, you are doing my hand..."

Before he could finish his sentence, it was replaced by a scream—while Virgil was trying to explain, Calvin had already pinched Virgil's elbow mercilessly, and pressed the dislocated joint back .

He covered Virgil's swollen, hot joints with an ice towel.

"...If you don't want to be disabled, you'd better go to the hospital later." Calvin seemed not to hear Virgil's sobbing, he said with a firm heart, "Then, I will give you a sincere suggestion."

He pulled out a tissue from the bedside table, reached out his hand to wipe away the physiological tears Virgili shed because of the pain, and then patted the other person's face with the back of his hand.

"...You'd better never appear in front of me again."

He said.

Virgil opened his mouth, eager to say something, but hiccupped inappropriately.

His face flushed from neck to hairline.

"I, I can explain, Calvin, please let me explain - I am indeed a multiple personality patient, but I want you to swear, this is just a small probability of mental illness, I am definitely not the kind of movie Murderer or pervert, I never wanted to cause trouble for other people, but I do... I am a little different from ordinary people... Sometimes I will lose my mind, and those personalities will do things instead of me, and when I wake up When they come, there will always be some situations, I don’t know how they do it, they have their own ideas, but I, I..."

Virgil's words gradually became lower, his neck drooped, and people couldn't help but think of flowers that were gradually wilting due to loss of moisture.

"I, I'm really sorry. I don't know... oh my god... this is such a mess. I really just wanted to draw you, Calvin, you're so... so beautiful... it's like It's an angel."

Calvin twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes suddenly became cold.

"You know... the last person who always used my face as an issue, I chopped it up and mixed it with carpaccio and piled it next to the trash can in the back alley to feed the dogs."

"..."

Under Calvin's palm, Virgil's muscles became hard and stiff.

"Sorry." After a long time, the big man with mint eyes said cautiously. "I, I, I, I just want to express...your face is really..."

Calvin looked at him, and Virgil quickly shut his mouth.

But after a few seconds, he still couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Well, you, you really used raw beef sauce..."

"To shut up."

Calvin cut him off.

As the adopted son of a doctor, Calvin wrapped the strap around Virgil's arm more skillfully than ordinary people.

After everything was done, Calvin directly kicked Virgil out of the apartment—of course, when he found out that he had been kicked out, this somewhat naive artist seemed extraordinarily sluggish.

"I'm really sorry, I swear other people don't want to bother you... well, although I don't really know what they are thinking..."

He tries in vain to explain, but Calvin doesn't give him much of a chance.

"Let me stress that one last time." Calvin looked straight into Virgili's eyes, "You are indeed the first goddamn multiple personality patient I've ever seen, but I don't care about that, whatever Histo Or Fogg... or you, I don't care, I just don't want to see you in my field of vision again. Second, you'd better stop hanging around here, unless you want to be killed by someone one day corner."

Calvin paused, and finally said: "...just like that child this morning."

"Calvin..."

"It's dangerous here." Calvin glanced at Virgil's hand, "If even I can make you look like this, it proves that you shouldn't be here at all."

He recalled the two personalities of Virgil, Histu—a male nanny? , and then a damn British doctor (God knows why multiple personality patients have to assign different nationalities and identities to each of their personalities, no matter how you think about it, Calvin always finds this weird), in Calvin's view, no matter Whichever personality it is, is a delicious and juicy little fat sheep to the people living in this area.

What's more, unlike ordinary residents of the black area, in addition to the violence and malice that he has become accustomed to in Calvin's life, he also needs to face some more evil and twisted things...

Like that blood-soaked card this morning, the three words "I love you" on it were enough to remind Calvin that another pervert was being drawn to his side.

Judging from the other party's terrifying and distorted attacking methods, Calvin knew that it would be the most terrifying and evil existence he had ever seen.

He didn't want a fool like Virgil to be attracted to him simply because of his face, and finally to be noticed by that pervert lurking in a dark place.

Calvin never wanted to see anyone hurt for his sake.

He's had enough.