deformed bone

Virgil was unwilling to leave Calvin's sight, but he didn't succeed.

As a professional liar, he uses all his tricks to convey his innocence and vulnerability: his slumped shoulders, his restrained frown, his longing eyes, every small body movement...he deliberately pretends to be The clumsiness that comes out combined with his tall stature and handsome face (the latter is very important, in a way) creates a wonderful sense of conflict, he seems real, endearing, and few people To be able to stay sane against such a goofy big man and not be impressed by him.

Unfortunately...or fortunately, Calvin seems to be an exception.

This young man with astonishing beauty looked at Virgil with the bracelet on his chest indifferently.

"...Did I not speak clearly enough? Get lost."

He said.

"I, I really... I really don't want to cause you trouble."

Vigilie stammered, his cheeks were flushed, but his lips were bloodless.

Against his appearance, Calvin seemed even more hard-hearted.

Calvin leaned against the door frame, he stretched out his toes, and kicked Virgil...or in other words, Histu knocked over the door

"boom--"

The door of Calvin's room was almost slammed shut against Virgil's nose.

And Calvin's grim look—it's so cute—Vigily thought.

This Mr. Liar had to take a lot of effort to suppress his inner desires (and that thing between his legs), if he could, he would really like to linger at Calvin's door for a while, he likes Calvin's today Clothes: the collarbone and skin protruding from the neckline, and Calvin's piercing gaze.The soles of his feet and fingers were so painful that they were about to burn, but in a sense, this made Vigilie even more interested. Just thinking about what Calvin did to Histu before, Vigilie felt A kind of strong jealousy and envy like being bitten by a poisonous snake.

What's more, at this moment, Vigily felt very keenly. When he showed this kind of pain, Calvin's eyes revealed a trace of regret and concern. Of course, this kind of too soft emotion was overwhelmed by Calvin Well concealed under the cold mask.

Virgili almost trembled at Calvin's innocent cuteness.

【Vigily...】

However, a weak voice sounded in his mind.And what he said forced Virgil to obey Calvin's drive.

There are some things that are slightly more important than heat.

Virgili limped and shuffled slowly away from the dilapidated and gloomy apartment building while imagining a series of images in his mind that were not suitable for description.

There is still chaos in front of the apartment, with yellow and black cordons roughly framing the scene of this morning's tragedy in the center, and some police are maintaining the scene.Vigily opened his eyes slightly, and he glanced at the ground there.The body of the unfortunate boy had been removed, leaving a puddle of blood on the gray cement floor, so thick that it was a black color as thick as gasoline.At the edge of the bloodstain, something squirmed.

"Damn..."

A police officer cursed and a cloud of black "smoke" flew up as he walked past the blood.

The sound of their wings vibrating was unexpectedly loud, even though it was so far away, Virgil could still seem to be able to hear their humming.The police officers present frowned, and waved their hands in the air to drive away the flies that came because of the blood.The air seemed to still have the familiar smell of Virgili, a mixture of rust and stench - the smell of rotting blood, and others.

The green-eyed man paused briefly on the steps, and the tip of his tongue quickly slipped between his teeth.

"Wow."

He let out a low exclamation, and goose bumps appeared on his neck because of the trembling—but not because of fear.A few seconds later, Virgil quickly looked away, like any old aborigine who didn't want to cause trouble, he hunched over and walked away from the other side of the steps without attracting anyone's attention.

[That's not you, right? 】

Virgili said to his little soulmate in his own heart.

And Fogg answered him after a while.

[If you're asking about the guy who confessed to Calvin about his multiple identities and blah... well, that's not me. 】The voice of the British doctor was a little weak,【...It's Red Deer】

"...doesn't sound like good news."

After getting the confirmation from Fogg, Virgil couldn't help muttering softly in reality.

A few exaggeratedly dressed young people passed behind Vigili, and they made a hostile clamor after seeing Vigili's expensive but old-fashioned Lincoln.

Virgili didn't even look back at them, he quickly took out his key, opened the car door and got in.

"I remember you saying that Red Deer is going to rest for a long time? He can't have that much energy to wake up, unless he devours us... Wait, God, I can hardly feel Histo, he Was it eaten by that monster?"

Virgil adjusted the rearview mirror, and Fogg looked at him seriously through the narrow mirror.

【It's a pity for you, Xistu is still alive, he is different after all. ] Fogg's voice became muffled.The appearance of the red deer greatly depleted the strength and stability of the sub-personality, he paused for a while and then continued, 【As for the reason why the red deer woke up—don’t tell me you really didn’t notice it. 】

Vigilie pursed her lips and exhaled, blowing away a lock of curly hair that fell on her forehead.

"I really want to say that I didn't notice it, but that might be unlikely, how could I ignore it..." The liar's slender fingers tapped on the steering wheel, "The 'door' opened."

Although it was just a quick glance, the scene he saw before the gate of Calvin's apartment was reproduced in Virgil's mind without omission.

Anxious police officers, passers-by in a hurry, cordon trembling in the wind, bloodstains on the ground, a large number of flies beside the bloodstains... so many flies.

Virgil let out a long sigh.

"I really don't like this feeling. My little sweetheart is not suitable for getting involved with that disgusting thing."

[But he knows the "key". 】Fogg also looked extraordinarily gloomy, 【As we all know, the door will erode everything related to it... No matter how much we don’t want that guy Red Deer to wake up, but he is after all The one who is in charge of closing the door.In a sense, perhaps we should be thankful for this incident. 】

"What are you lucky about?" Virgili yelled dissatisfiedly, he was driving, perhaps because he was in a bad mood, even an ant on the road would provoke him to press the horn, "...he was regarded as energy when he woke up We are the ones consuming it!"

[We were originally a part of him. 】

"Tch... I don't care about that. I just know I'm going to keep my sanity and fuck Calvin, fuck hard..."

He couldn't finish the sentence.

Like a cold knife cutting through cream, Virgil could only feel that something pierced his soul directly, protruding from his spiritual body.

The green-eyed liar began to pump air into his lungs: "No...no..."

Then he let out a feeble scream, or so he thought he did, but in fact the only echoes in the car were the sound of the horn and curses coming indistinctly through the windows.Just now he reflexively stepped on the accelerator.

In the hallucination, Virgil felt that he was falling from a high altitude, and the invisible thing emerging from his body was biting his heart with icy teeth.

【Who are you……】

Virgil was forcefully squeezed out, and then buried deeply in the depths of consciousness.

In the last second of losing consciousness, he heard a voice almost exactly like his, briskly ringing.

【Calvin is mine... will only be mine...】

—that was the voice of Red Deer.

……

"Bang bang bang-"

In the real world, someone was knocking on the windows of that Lincoln.

A few seconds later, the car window slid down slowly, revealing the face of the man with green eyes inside the car.

"What happened, sir."

A policewoman said, bending slightly and looking in the window, her black and white motorcycle flashing lights behind her.

"Sorry, I just..."

The young man had a wonderfully soft voice, and he tilted his head slightly, his pale face illuminated by the light falling from the window.

"gentlemen?!"

The female policeman suddenly opened her eyes wide—black and red blood flowed slowly from the nostrils and eyes of the man in the car, and with the movement of his facial muscles when he spoke, the blood dripped and soaked his face. A shirt that looks expensive.

It has to be said that such a scene even looked a little scary. The policewoman stretched her hand to her waist almost immediately. For her, she obviously encountered a wounded person who was in an emergency situation.

However, as the person involved, the green-eyed man looked extremely relaxed—it could even be said that he was filled with a pleasant atmosphere.

"...Don't worry, I just feel a little unwell."

He showed a happy smile at the policewoman.

"It's just an old problem."

He said.