deformed bone

"We'll have to be sure again - maybe things aren't that bad yet."

It took a long time for Isaac to squeeze out this sentence.

"Of course." Calvin returned to the living room, he was a little absent-minded, and almost tripped over himself in the living room. "...After all, I have an older brother who is a policeman. I think you should come to me with Vigilie's detailed information in a few days." He sighed and said with pretended ease.

"As for me, I think I have to work harder. If that 'bishop' is really..."

"Leave him to the police."

Isaac interrupted Calvin nervously.

Calvin was stunned by Isaac's performance, you could see the surprise on his face, and after a few seconds he smiled... a real smile.

"Of course. Don't forget, I have a brother who is a policeman."

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Isaac stared at the soft and small smile on Calvin's face, and he felt his heart slowly returning to its original position.

That's right, he said to himself, he wasn't that powerless kid any more.Now Isaac Holden is a policeman, he already has the ability to protect others, and he will do it.

On the street two blocks away from Calvin's apartment, Virgili stopped at a traffic light.An old man, so old that he could not see his face clearly, stood quietly under the lamp post holding a cardboard box. A row of cheap ribbons hung on his wrists. Below the ribbons was a cross of the same rough workmanship. Inlaid in the middle of the cross is an egg-shaped piece of glass, in which is inlaid a beautiful young face reminiscent of an angel.

"A chain for twenty-five cents."

Noticing Virgil's gaze, the old man said courteously.This well-dressed young man exudes such a strong smell of fat sheep that the old man even squeezed a smile at him: "You can look at this pendant, Son of Light of the Adventist Party—if one day you can really See him on the street and you'll be rewarded handsomely! For 25 cents, you can get a lot, it's not a bad business."

Virgili didn't speak, he waved his hand at the old man politely, then took out his wallet and put five dollars in the cardboard box.At the same time, a huge crow flew obliquely in front of Virgil. It flapped its black wings and stood on the trash can by the street, staring at Virgil with its red eyes.

"Wow-wow-wow-"

It screamed harshly.

【Oh, it's so harsh. 】

In Virgil's mind, a voice whispered impatiently.

[I just don't understand why they always appear in front of us in such an annoying appearance. 】

"That's just for you... I think they're cute in this way." Virgil murmured in an overly happy tone, "At least it's more pleasing to the eye than that guy in Calvin's living room .”

"Fogg" let out a low curse full of disgust.

【…If you hadn't acted suspiciously like a psycho, maybe we'd have a chance to sneak back and help him clean that thing up.By the way, I'm sure that Mr. Police Sergeant, who is overly motherly, has probably started checking on you by now. 】

"Fogg" said.

"It's 'us,'" Virgili corrected, "—it's about us. And actually, having them dig into the background of 'Vigilie Ebbetts' is exactly what I'm trying to achieve. Purpose. With all due respect, Fogg, whether you want to admit it or not, you're going to be a little too sensitive when it comes to our little cutie."

[This has nothing to do with Calvin. 】

"Oh dear, you really don't have to worry, I don't think anyone will be able to notice that thing...except for the unlucky us. Don't forget, my little honey has promised me to make a portrait of him —let me emphasize, 'His portrait in his home'! There is a good deal of time between me and him to kill..."

Virgili's breathing came fast, his eyes sparkled with intense pleasure, he looked almost drunk—and Fogg had to utter a chorus of thought again because of the mental connection between the two. stern protest.

The green light on the crosswalk was on, and amidst the beeping beeps for the blind, the little green man on the light was swinging his legs ridiculously.

The crow was still screaming.

Vigily lowered his head and straightened his cuffs. He walked over the stinking disabled old man beside him, and walked gracefully towards the other side of the street.At the same time, he glanced at the crow as if nothing had happened.

The crow tightened its neck suddenly, and its voice stopped abruptly.

A few seconds later, the big bird flapped its wings frantically and flew into the sky. A few pieces of black feathers rustled down and merged with the black sewage seeping out from under the garbage bin.

Ten seconds after Virgil stepped on the steps on the other side of the road, the light changed from green to red again, and the traffic flow changed from slow to fast, like a mechanical river moving along the gray concrete "river"...

Until this time, the old beggar, who was as quiet as a sculpture before, let out a painful gasp. His whole body was shaking, and his skinny hands finally reached into the cardboard box. He searched hard, trying to get the $5 Take out the paper money.

He found crumpled dollar bills, smooth quarters...but no $25, no.

"That's not good."

The old man muttered nervously.

"Not a good sign."

He kept repeating this sentence, again and again, he couldn't care less about anything else, but stuffed all his income today, those gifts from well-meaning people into the trash can.At this moment, his peripheral vision inadvertently caught sight of the black feathers in the sewage, and he trembled even more.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The strangeness of the old man caught the attention of a kind passerby, she stepped forward to ask with some worry, but what she got was the old man driving him away like crazy.

"Go away—go away—no shadow, the bird has no shadow—the man—but the man has countless shadows, living shadows!"

he cried frantically.He ran forward a few steps, chasing the kind lady like a rabid dog, and finally fell to the ground as if caught by a hot iron claw on his ankle, and then suffered a heart attack. and died of organ failure.

His cardboard box fell by his side, and the banknotes rolled out together with the banknotes. There was a five-dollar bill, which seemed to float a little too far, and fell into the sewage, and then slowly became Black, viscous liquid.