deformed bone

【He almost swallowed Moses, he will not allow it to help you bear the pain, you can only endure it yourself. 】

Fogg said softly.

【You put us in danger at the same time, Virgil. 】

"Oh, sorry……"

Virgili said without any sincerity.

After a while he smirked happily again, relishing the scene in the afternoon in his bodily fluids and blood: "You don't know how beautiful he is, his breath is fragrant, his skin is smooth and soft..."

There was a twitch in his head, a tingling sensation, and he knew it was Fogg's warning.

【Do you really want to wake him up again? 】

"Maybe? If he does wake up."

Virgili muttered, biting his fingers, his teeth gnawing at his hot broken skin, and a stream of salty and sweet blood gushed out from the wound on his phalanx.He struggled to sit up, the car seat slick with the filthy viscous fluid, pulling at the horrible wound in the process, and let out a gasp.

"I don't like him, just like he doesn't like me. We are just parts to maintain his life, and one day he will be absorbed by him like nutrients. So why should I give up this rare opportunity because I am worried about his anger? Chance? Come on, Fogg, that's Calvin, that's my light, my angel, my love..."

His thoughts stretched out transparent tentacles like an octopus, carefully licking the memories carefully stored in his mind, every touch of Calvin, his sweet breath and the temperature of his skin...

Soon, Fogg protested harshly because of the nasty fantasies bubbling up in Vigili's mind.

There was a burst of severe pain—the pain reminded Vigily of the horror he felt when he was dissected by Fogg—a spot of light exploded in front of his eyes, and he fell heavily forward.

His eye sockets hit the front seat, and when he opened them again, his beautiful mint green eyes turned blood red.

"Oh, damn it, damn it Fogg!"

He screamed under his breath in exasperation.

"This is low-level revenge! You are fucking jealous of me too... You are all fucking jealous of me! But it doesn't matter, he is mine, he must be mine!"

He said.

【To shut up! 】

Fogg said disgustedly.

[Don't forget what we should do today. 】

His voice was hazy, like a short-wave broadcast that was about to disconnect.

Vigily angrily wiped away the dark red blood that overflowed from his eye sockets and nostrils with the back of his hand. He continued to gnaw on the knuckle of his index finger until the finger creaked.

He wanted to fight Fogg more than ever, but the pain... oh, the terrible pain... finally made Vigilius restrain some of the arrogance fueled by Calvin's closeness.

"Sooner or later, I will return everything to you."

He muttered softly, pressing his face against the car window in a weird posture.

His red eye was quivering in its socket, peering into the dark alley through the dark glass.

A little farther away (about 150 meters to be precise), a woman wrapped her body in a black coat and a man wearing an inconspicuous jacket and covering his face with a hood are quietly Walking along the wall in the direction of Virgil without a sound.

Both of them lowered their heads, covered their faces with their clothes, and moved very carefully, like two ghouls wandering the streets at dawn looking for food.

Oh, of course, they're not ghouls, they're Mr. Zara Barrick, the Third Senior Priest of the Adventists, and Ms. Madeleine, the newest official.

Vigily tilted his head and stared at their figures, then whistled in a low voice.

"welcome."

Slowly, he said, he reached out and opened the storage box on the car.There are a variety of dissection tools and medicines piled up there.Virgili selected a spool of thin steel wire and an old-fashioned razor.

Then he staggered open the car door and went out.

He stepped on the dirty sewage in the alley with his bare feet. A mouse was startled by the splash of water, and ran out of the garbage with its bright eyes in a panic.

"who is it?"

Virgil's footsteps made Zara Barrick stop vigilantly.Theoretically speaking, there should be no visitors in this alley other than them, Mr. Pastor shouted in the direction of the voice, he tried to open his eyes to see who was coming, but it was strange But his vision was very blurry. Behind the dirty walls on both sides of the alley, there was a little bit of light and shadow cast by the cheap neon lights of other buildings, but it was strange that the pastor felt as if he had fallen into a haunted house. That light falls into the shadow, and the shadow eats the light.

He can't see anything.

But you can clearly hear "啪啦" "啪啦"... the sound of sticky footsteps stepping on the mud.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer.

But Zara Barrick never saw that person, he slowly reached out to touch his waist, his gun, and at this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly disappeared.

……

Virgil stopped in her tracks.

A broken glass mirror was leaning against the garbage piles on both sides of the alley, with obscene posters that had turned yellow and faded.

Around the edges the mercury had flaked off the mirror, leaving patches of brown circular smudges like the skin of someone with a skin tumor.Vigili's eyes flicked across the mirror - and Zara Barrick and Madeleine were shaking in the mirror's blurred reflection.

Virgil turned his head and stared at the darkness in front of him again.

There was nothing in front of him.

"Squeak-"

The flustered mouse had run to the middle of the alley, and it felt uneasy.

It felt like a cat or a raccoon was staring at it in the dark. Its stomach was throbbing with hunger, but the fur on its back made it instinctively want to run away.

Run away from the dark, run away, run under the iron bars of the drainpipe.There it has a safe nest.

Its paws "slap" and "slap" stepped on the sewage and made a small sound.

Seconds later—perhaps only a second—its tiny body burst into a bright red flower in the middle of the alley.

The red one is its burst skin sac, and the stamen is its slender and delicate internal organs.

The blood fell into the sewage and turned black again.

Then its carcass, or the small handful of minced meat, also fell down. Before they touched the sewage, they had turned black and were as sticky as mud.

"Snapped."

The mouse ended up sinking completely into the sewage.

The black "mud" was brought together with real mud.

"Oh shit."

Virgili looked at all this and cursed.

This is... "the door".

When the "door" opens is when the red deer appears.

Although I don't understand why the "door" appears at this time...

Virgil could already feel that the man in his body was gradually opening his eyes in the darkness—Vigil was very unhappy that he couldn't personally cut those guys who had insulted Calvin and made Calvin unhappy into pieces.

But it was too late for Virgili to continue cursing.

It was as if a hand was pressing him heavily into the black water.

The lack of oxygen and suffocation poured into Virgil's soul at the same time. He struggled weakly for a while, and then met a pair of cold and cold eyes.

[Sleep well, trash. 】

The man had a handsome and gloomy face. He opened his mouth towards Virgil, revealing his canines, which were much more developed than normal, and the canines were white.

Vigili shuddered, he saw the man's throat, and the face of a sad Romanian man loomed in his throat.

(Poor Chistu) - Virgil thought, before sinking to the bottom of that viscous dark sea of ​​thoughts.

……

……

……

"...the mother goat was going to graze, and she told her seven children...don't open the door while I'm away...the wolf will eat you all...don't open the door, but don't... ..."

Zara Barrick heard a strange sound.

"Then, what's that sound?"

Madeleine asked in a weeping voice behind him.Zara Barrick paid no attention to her.

Shut up— he yelled furiously in his head, his finger on the trigger, and for a second just hearing Madeleine's weak voice made him want to give that bitch A shot in the face.

But he didn't dare, he was almost going crazy from the sound he heard.

It was the humming of a man humming a wacky nursery rhyme and repeating the last line over and over again.

God knows why he was so scared, he somehow felt as if he was back when he was eleven or twelve years old, and his father broke into his room drunk.

"Hey baby, we can talk."

His father pulled him out of the quilt, and licked his face and chest with his ugly, strong tongue.

Zara Barrick tried to control his thoughts, but he always felt that he could smell the smell of wine at this moment.

Oh, and that tongue, that tongue, that tongue—

"Let's talk, baby."

A muffled, low-pitched male voice with a strong southern accent slowly replaced the humming that had been lingering in his ears.

Zara Barrick seemed frozen.

His eyes were wide open, trembling, he raised his gun and pointed it at the man who was gradually walking out of the darkness.

He can already see the appearance of the other party.

It was a fat, red-faced white man with cheeks sagging from alcohol, yellow teeth showing through crooked lips, and he was smiling at Zara Barrick, A tongue stuck out to lick his lips.

"Hey son, long time no see," he said with a grin, his eyes shining like cheap lantern bulbs he forgot to remove from the tree after Christmas.

"You should be dead...yes you should be...you should have died long ago..."

The man died when he was 13, from liver cancer.He didn't take one last look at him.

His life began from the moment this man died, and from this moment he believed in the Son of Light very devoutly - he prayed to that man, prayed to that angel to let his father die, and then the man It's really dead.

Zara Barrick never thought that he would see this man who should be his father again, but at this moment, he was here, less than one meter away from him.

The unmistakable smell of alcohol and body odor came to him continuously, and Zara Barrick got goosebumps on his back.

"Don't come near—you don't fucking come near me—"

He screamed in panic.

But his father didn't seem to hear, he walked towards Zara Barrick drunk.

He is always drunk.

From Zara Barrick's throat came a "ho ho" sound, a sound of intense fear and anger.

"I'm fucking telling you not to come over here!"

he growled, and pulled the trigger, once and again.

His father stood there in surprise. Several holes appeared on his obese body. Light yellow fat mixed with beer gushed out from the bullet holes, and some white dots were there. Swelling in the foul-smelling viscous liquid, it was maggots.

No blood, not a drop of blood.

"You turned bad, Zach, it really makes me sad, you've turned into a bad boy when I left you."

Zara Barrick's father grinned, and he got closer to him, so close that the priest could even clearly see the sticky yellow coating on his father's tongue.

He held out his hand to Zara Barrick.

"We should talk."

He said.

Tears welled up in Zara Barrick's eyes.

"This is a nightmare, yes, this should be a nightmare, you are dead, you will never appear again... No, no, I have to wake up, I have to wake up quickly, it doesn't matter, you Just a nightmare."

He murmured tremblingly.

The fingers, covered in fatty slime, almost touched his cheek.

Zara Barrick put the gun to her chin.

"It's just a nightmare."

Then he pulled the trigger, he said.

"boom--"