deformed bone

Red Deer's eyes viscously passed over every inch of Calvin's skin.His fingers moved from Calvin's hair to the young man's cheeks and lips, and then slowly down, along the neck to the small piece of chest exposed in Calvin's messy collar.

The touch of the red deer was even lighter than a butterfly landing on a rose, but Calvin couldn't help shivering.He let out a moan of pain, and slowly moved his arms around his knees, curling himself up.

Some deeper and more dangerous aura emerged in Red Deer's eyes, he put his arms beside Calvin, and slowly bent down towards Calvin...

"Crack-"

The sound of glass breaking suddenly resounded abruptly.

Red Deer raised his body abruptly, he looked fiercely in the direction of the source of the sound...then frowned.

A window in Calvin's apartment, on the side of the living room, had a long, narrow crack in the dirty glass.

"Crack...knock..."

The crack snaked across the glass, followed by another.

Two cracks, one horizontal and one vertical, just appeared on the glass.

A window, and then another window.

With the sounds of "click" and "click" one after another, after a short period of time, the red deer looked around Calvin's apartment - all the glass windows were comically cut into four by skewed cross-shaped cracks a twisted square.

"To be honest, you seem to be a little too nosy."

Red Deer squinted his eyes, and said to the empty air seemingly calmly.

... The entire apartment remained silent, and no one responded to him.

After a few seconds, Red Deer shrugged.

"Alright alright……"

He rubbed his face with his palm, reluctantly left Calvin's bed after a long sigh, and carefully covered Calvin with a blanket.

"Good night, my Angel."

The red stag planted a kiss on Calvin's frowning brow.

He then turned his eyes impatiently to Calvin's living room - a few crab shells were still on the carpet.

"Ah……"

Red Deer laughed softly.

Then he walked into the kitchen humming a ditty, and after a few searches, he found a mustard-yellow tarpaulin cleaning apron in a pile of expired coupons, which had "Hudson Hudson" printed in a bright red funny font Canned pork, you deserve it."Red Deer donned the apron without any hesitation, and he even admired himself in the apron in the reflection of the glass window (of course, he was a bit displeased after seeing those damn cross cracks in the glass window) .

"Damn it, have you ever wondered how I'm going to explain this when the baby wakes up—"

Red Deer muttered to the dark night in anguish, in a tone more resembling a housewife than an escaped serial murderer.

Then he put on an apron and briskly returned to the living room with the cleaning tools he found in the gap between the refrigerator and the wall.

First the plate on the coffee table, then the sofa, squatting down behind the plate, wearing gloves to pick up the crab shells on the ground into the trash can, while doing this, he hummed softly, so as not to wake Calvin volume.

A white, rice-grain-sized object fell out of the shadows under the crab's shell and landed on the unwashed carpet of Calvin's apartment.

The light made it squirm, and the fat, juicy little white flesh swayed awkwardly, trying to hide in the crevices of the cheap curly carpet wool.

It was a maggot.

Then another, and another.

Under the unwavering gaze of the red deer, countless white maggots slowly squeezed out from the gray carpet.

The fluorescent lights flickered on the ceiling a few times, then returned to normal - but the sound of the electric current became more obvious, and if you look closely, you will find that the apartment seems to have become a little dark.

Red Deer didn't stop what he was doing, he just went back to the kitchen, found a can of lemon-scented foaming stain remover (this kind of stain remover is always good for removing oil stains on vertical surfaces), and he will The nozzle was aimed at the lively white maggots and the button was pressed.

After touching the foam, the tiny maggots made a tiny popping sound like poked berries, and they exploded into clumps of tiny black goo.

The squirming movements of some remaining maggots accelerated, and they were very strange, making "squeak" sounds one after another-maggots don't make such sounds.

Maggots never bark.

Red Deer half-kneeled on the ground, and carefully wiped off the disgusting slime on Calvin's carpet with a cleaning tissue.Then he bent down, turned his head and looked under the coffee table - a head rested there, his face was completely rotten, gray eyeballs popped out of the sockets, one drooped on his nasal cavity, one rolled down his cheek.The dead man's head was completely swollen, his face and lips were bulging, the gray skin was stretched to translucence, covered with streaks of purple and red, and yellow mucus glistened from the pores, A soggy and rotten strip of meat filled his entire mouth, and even pushed his jaw open, protruding from his mouth.

In the empty eye sockets, densely packed worm eggs snaked down along the black and red stinky blood, and the bottom worm eggs had already hatched—they were the source of the previous maggots.

"Oh... hi, good evening, sir."

Red Deer raised his eyebrows in surprise, he stretched out his hand and waved friendlyly at the other party.

"I hope what I say doesn't offend you," he said kindly and sincerely, "... but there is no doubt that you do need to pay attention to personal hygiene."

And after Red Deer finished speaking, the person he was talking to—the rotten gentleman under the coffee table—squirmed a bit.

[Woo... woo...]

A muffled sound came out of the gap between his lips (apparently it's always hard to express your will with a tongue that's swollen several times over from decay), and it sounded almost like Some kind of crying, the kind of creepy crying.

【Save...%#@...Save...%￥@...Save me...】

Amidst the sound of mucus bubbles, Mr. Rot uttered a cry for help to the Red Deer in such pain that he couldn't even spell it into complete words.

No matter how you look at it, Mr. Rotten, who is completely different from a living person, moved his neck in pain, and a terrible stench came out of his body along with a stream of mucus.

"Wow."

Red Deer frowned in disgust and let out a low cry.

"Are you serious? This is a little too much..."

He raised his head and looked out the window.

Outside the window is a darkness that is more silent than death.

However, the glass windows were creaking, and there were thin red lines running through the middle of those cross-shaped cracks.

The dark red viscous liquid is trying to squeeze into the room through the gap, and the sound of electric current from the lamp on the ceiling is getting louder and louder, and the light is getting dimmer. Under this light, the walls of Calvin’s apartment appear A strange red.

But the shadow on the ground is gradually deepening and expanding.

One part of Mr. Rotten's body was on the floor, while the other part... like plasticine artificially elongated, stretched under the sofa at one time.

Perhaps it was Red Deer's actions that stimulated this young man who was still enduring intense pain even though he was dead (of course his state was a little different from real "death" in the precise sense).

He suddenly raised his upper body like a boa constrictor, and rushed towards the red deer amidst the crackling and falling pieces of meat and insect eggs.

"Damn-"

Red Deer let out a quick curse.

He quickly raised his hand and sprayed the lemon foam spray towards the other party.

【……%￥#——】

The moment the foam touched the opponent, it strongly corroded the opponent's flesh. Those white foams turned pink, and more pieces of meat fell to the ground.

He let out a scream of pain, but the red stag's actions quickly silenced his wail.

The red deer grabbed Mr. Rotten's tongue with gloves on, and pulled the piece of rotten meat and the light gray esophagus out of his mouth.

Large eggs fell from the shattered esophagus and trachea, and they quickly hatched into cockroaches with bright brown abdomens and hard wings in the moist and foul-smelling meat.

"Hey - it's disgusting!"

Red Deer stared at the ball in his hand and muttered in pain, "Maybe I should give it back to you."

He said embarrassedly at the writhing rotting figure, and then stuffed the thing in his hand back into the opponent's body indiscriminately.

However, this behavior of the red deer did not have any positive effect on the whole scene. The most obvious manifestation was that the bugs became extremely excited and crazy.

Dense bugs emerged from the black shadow under the sofa, and they quickly occupied the entire floor, then the walls, the ceiling...

The stench and blood filled the air at the same time, and the light had completely disappeared from the room.

Red Deer stood in the middle of the living room looking a little bewildered, and he raised one of his hands.

"Um, maybe I should say sorry?"

And at this time...

"Um……"

As if he also felt the strangeness in the room in his sleep, Calvin let out a low moan on the bed.He changed his posture uneasily. Fogg's potion locked him firmly in the dream, but this did not prevent his body from reacting to the surroundings.

The calm mask on Red Deer's face was suddenly broken by Calvin's voice, he jumped up, opened the bedroom door and rushed to Calvin's bedside.

Contrary to the hell-like scene in the living room, Calvin's bedroom looked unusually peaceful and clean.

(Lighting the lavender-scented diffuser that Red Deer prepared for him on the bedside table)

The streetlight outside the window fell on Calvin's bed through the window, making the figure of the young man in the quilt look thinner and paler.

"Oh, it'll be fine soon... baby, it'll be fine soon."

Red Deer took off his apron and gloves, then he bent down and hugged the trembling Calvin through the quilt - the latter's face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Red Deer pressed his lips to Calvin's icy cheek, and dropped a series of small, comforting kisses.

"Don't be afraid, I am here, and I will protect you."

He repeated the words to Calvin over and over while kissing, his hands stroking Calvin's shoulders and back.

After a few minutes, his gesture had its effect, and Calvin visibly relaxed.The young man's breathing became gentle, and the temperature of his skin returned to normal.He turned around, put his face on the red deer's chest and continued his sleepy journey.

It was an intimacy never seen in a waking state—Red Deer, with his heart beating wildly in his chest, stared intently at Calvin's peaceful sleeping face, between his legs, the one that belonged to The male organ swelled, making his groin throbbing.

He couldn't help but put his lips back on Calvin's skin, sucking on Calvin's lips and chin, in a frenzy like a teenager... until a clear, soft voice came from Calvin's mouth. Flowing from the lips—

"Vade Retro Satana Numquam Saude Mihi Vana!"

As if being hit hard, Red Deer's body convulsed from the severe pain in Calvin's voice.Then he rolled feebly off Calvin's bed, every muscle trembling violently, until after a while, he half-kneeled and crawled back to Calvin's bedside.

The young man he loved was lying on a soft pillow, breathing slowly and calmly, his eyes were tightly closed, and his thick eyelashes cast a small dark blue shadow under his eyes.

And the red deer staring at him became more fanatical and crazy than before.

"I will, my angel—I will do as I am told—"

Red Deer said hoarsely.

"I'm sorry I was distracted earlier."

He stretched out his hand, and there were red marks on every finger that touched Calvin before, as if scalded.

"I'll take care of everything here."

Red Deer glanced at his hand, then continued.

Calvin was still asleep.