deformed bone

Calvin's breathing paused for a moment.

He always felt that maybe he should interrupt Isaac and tell him what happened in his apartment.But at this moment, he found that he couldn't even utter a single syllable.He could only stand there, holding the mobile phone, silently listening to Isaac's voice on the other side of the phone's microphone.

Isaac's voice sounded strange, as if it came from a cave.

"...Billy died this morning. He acted very strangely. He attacked a traffic policeman and was shot dead. My forensic doctor is examining his body...maybe some new type of drug has flowed in market."

Calvin felt that his fingertips were extraordinarily cold.

He slowly turned his head and looked at his sofa.

The gap between the bottom of the old sofa and the floor...was there that heavy shadow before?

"Calvin?"

Calvin's long silence made Isaac couldn't help asking.

"Is everything alright with you?"

he asks.

"I do not know."

Calvin replied dryly.

He held the phone in one hand and took the gun out of his pocket with the other.

Then, step by step, he slowly approached his sofa.

"You may not believe it when you say it..." He whispered, as if he was talking to Isaac on the phone, or talking to himself, "The dead Billy you said, It's under my couch right now."

"What? Wait..."

Isaac looked extraordinarily surprised, but Calvin didn't pay attention to the new detective's exclamation—he raised his leg, and then kicked the sofa hard.

"boom--"

The cheap second-hand sofa was lighter than he had imagined. He even kicked the whole sofa aside easily. The dust that had accumulated under the sofa all year round suddenly rose up, and Calvin pointed his gun straight at it. that direction -

"..."

What appeared in Calvin's sight was a crumpled piece of black cloth.

That was the "robe" that Billy was wearing.

It was dusty, with flecks of dust hanging in its folds, and the "Billy" who had been screaming and crying under the sofa before was gone.

Calvin's face was whiter than paper, thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and then he slowly stretched out his toes and kicked the piece of fabric aside... He still didn't find any trace of Billy's existence , but another sign shaking off from the cloth made Calvin's back feel cold and wet.

That sign still has a white tag attached: $9.99 at Meryl's

Calvin's pupils shrank instantly, and he grabbed the piece of fabric from the ground in disbelief, rubbing his thumb against the sign hanging on it.

"To hell with it."

He uttered a very vicious expletive.

"... Calvin? Calvin?! What the hell happened! Answer me! What happened..."

Isaac roared hoarsely in the microphone, and his voice hovered in the deathly silent room for a long time through the transmission of electric current.

Calvin put the phone back to his ear.

"Isaac, I think you really need to come to my house."

Calvin said hoarsely to his brother.

……

……

……

"Maybe it's your hallucination."

Ten minutes later, Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, stared at Calvin's messy room with an ugly expression, and said.

Calvin leaned against the bed in the bedroom. Instead of answering Isaac immediately, he lowered his head and turned on the lighter, lighting another cigarette for himself.

The curling lavender smoke under the backlight blurred Calvin's face, and the black robe left by Billy was casually hung on the window rail beside him.

"I know what hallucinations are," said Calvin.

Isaac rubbed his brows in pain: "But...you know, this is ridiculous, there must be something wrong. They checked the DNA, and the tattered corpse was that unlucky little Bill Li, when I called you, I was standing in front of the autopsy room, not to mention you didn't see that person's face..."

"I can recognize his voice—"

"The voice is fake." Isaac interrupted Calvin, "And the one you said... hiding under the sofa? Even a seven-year-old child can't get under that gap..."

"But……"

"Hey, maybe it's some new kind of trick, close-up magic or something, I don't know who it is and why he's coming to tease you, but... the guy in your room can't be Billy."

Calvin's lips trembled, he wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent.

Isaac stood up, walked to Calvin's side, and took the cigarette from the latter's hand.

"It's probably simpler than you and I think, Billy has a high dose of narcotics in his blood, whatever the hell that narcotic is, it's screwed Billy's brains - he probably hit Georgie , you know, people who have been brainwashed can't recognize their friends. As for the person who appeared in your room, he, he..."

The officer abruptly and frustratedly stopped his feeble explanation.

Calvin stared deeply at his bloodless brother, and the look in his eyes easily pierced Isaac's pretended calm.

You see, that's the downside of growing up together: Just by looking at each other, there's absolutely no way they'll miss the unease oozing out of each other.

"Did you see that label?" Calvin pointed to the black cloth on the ground. "Dad's blood circulation became very poor in the period before he died. You know, he was very weak. Like Like every other old man in that damn room, he was always cold. So I went to Merrill and there was a store that was on sale...and I bought him a black one for $9.99 there blanket."

Isaac followed Calvin's gaze and looked towards the ground.

"Oh, my God..."

"I don't feel well, Isaac," Calvin said.

"Maybe it's just some kind of psychological intimidation."

"I'm going to go to the doctor's grave later. There was some mud on Billy's feet..."

"Wait, don't you really think that our dead father gave that 'Billy' some kind of revelation from the cemetery to come to you, say some gibberish, and curl up under your couch and disappear Don’t you see?” Isaac was circling anxiously in the room, rubbing his hands on the bridge of his nose, “I know there’s no way to get a reasonable explanation for all of this, but...Calvin, after all, we live in a modern society Inside, we will always get the answer..."

"Maybe what you said is right." Calvin took over Isaac's words. "However, you and I both clearly know that there is something wrong with me." Calvin forced Isaac to look at himself, "It's like we saw that white face on the tree back then..."

Isaac staggered suddenly after hearing what Calvin said, and he almost fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Then he raised his head pale and glared fiercely at Calvin.

"I don't want to talk about this—"

"who is it?!"

But before he finished speaking, a slight sound from the door made Calvin jump up alertly.He turned his head sharply and yelled at the door.At the same time, he drew his gun out and pointed it at the—

A person stood at the door.

The dim light in the corridor made his figure a little blurry, and there was a dark and dense shadow under his feet.

Calvin admitted that he was frightened, and when he saw the figure, he almost pulled the trigger in fright.

But before he could do that, Isaac had already pounced on the figure like a leopard and knocked him to the ground. The latter let out a painful cry under the impact of his fist and the floor.

"Pain Pain—"

It was this weak and harmless voice like a sheep that pulled Calvin's mind back to sobriety.

"Wait a minute..." He quickly ran to Isaac and stopped his fist.

Then he looked at the man under Isaac's knee with nosebleeds pouring out and tears in his eyes, and shouted his name in shock.

"...Vigily?"

There was a little hesitation in Calvin's tone.

This little lamb-like young man couldn't be more embarrassed, his nosebleed covered half of his face, and the bruises on his forehead extended to his eye sockets. As for the purple and dark blue mottled marks on his face, they were Calvin left him a week ago.

He curled up pitifully on the ground, raised his head, and looked at Calvin sobbing.

"Hold, I'm sorry, I... I... I rang the doorbell, but it didn't work... I was going to knock on the door, but the door, the door didn't close...it opened by itself..."

Vigily stammered and explained that the violence he suffered just now made him bite his tongue, and he seemed a little slurred when he spoke.

Facing Vigily's pitiful appearance, Isaac's face was still very ugly. The latter even increased the strength on his knees, looking at him as if he was looking at an egg case. cockroach.

"This pervert followed you to the house?"

He gritted his teeth and asked Calvin.

Calvin was silent for a while, then shook his head, and then he checked the door frame of his house, not surprisingly, he found that there had been some problems with the door hinge, as long as someone touched it, the door seemed to be closed It will automatically slide away - at least from this point of view, Vigilie is not lying.

"Let him go, Isaac, he's out of reach," he said.

Calvin organized the language in his mind, and for a few seconds, he tried to explain to Isaac about Vigilie: the pot of beef, the funny multiple personalities, and the fact that he had previously cast a spell on this guy. the violence of...

Oh, forget it.

Calvin quickly dismissed his thoughts. At this time, he really didn't have that kind of thought to have a long discussion with Isaac.His eyes fell on Vigili's miserable face.

He realized that every time he saw Virgil, the young master who was not very good at thinking seemed to be beaten up, and this more or less aroused the little bit of sympathy that remained in Calvin's heart.

"Let go of him." He said to Isaac again, and his brother reluctantly stood up.

"Sorry...cough cough cough..."

Vigily coughed violently for a long time before sitting up from the ground with difficulty. With great difficulty, he barely managed to get up from the ground while supporting the shoe cabinet.

"Why are you here?" Calvin's eyes fell on the blood on Virgil's face, his brows were tightly frowned, "I thought I already told you to stop appearing in my sight?"

"Hey, wait, he's pestering you? Why didn't I know about it?"

Isaac's eyes widened, and he raised his voice like a cat with fur.

"You just need to keep your mouth shut." Calvin couldn't help yelling at Isaac.

However, his voice frightened Virgil directly. The young and embarrassing multiple personality patient shrank his neck, and tears seemed to burst from the corners of his eyes.

"I, I, I... I don't have any malice, I swear!" He raised his hands towards Isaac, "I just came... come..."

"You didn't stutter the last time you came here." Calvin growled impatiently. "I don't want to punch you again."

"I'm here to return your towel."

Virgili said quickly, one of his hands was still in the posture of surrender, while the other tremblingly stretched into his pocket, and took out a roll of old towels that had been washed white and soft.

It was the towel that Calvin had used to cool him down.

Both Isaac and Calvin's faces became extremely stinky after seeing the roll of towels.

"Huh? Towels?" Isaac turned his head and stared at Calvin, "Why didn't I know you had a friend who could exchange towels?"

Calvin had to take a deep breath not to shoot both Virgil and Isaac a few times.

"It's not funny, Mr. Vigili."

He spoke coldly.

Virgil's shoulders slumped, and he squeezed out a shy smile at Calvin that made it impossible to look directly at.

"Actually... It's just an excuse to return the towel, I, I, I just want to see you again, just one more time." Vigilie's tone was full of infatuation that could not be concealed, "In fact, since the day you drove me away, I Just thinking about you all the time - you really hit my heart."

"Crack-"

There was a crisp sound, Calvin raised his eyes and glanced at Ai Zac, who was loading his pistol.

Calvin felt his head start to ache.