deformed bone

Isa shook her head at Calvin in horror.

"No...you'll be found...the people here are not very friendly to non-believers...and you're trespassing..."

"I'll be careful not to let them find me."

Calvin made a phone call to Isaac—his dear brother looked particularly distraught after explaining what had happened.He was yelling on the other end of the phone, and Calvin pressed the end button decisively.

Then he stuffed the phone into Isha's arms.

"Hide here and don't move, I think he will come later."

he instructed.

He knew that his decision was quite reckless, but that vague scream made him a little hot-headed—he definitely couldn't say that he liked Madeleine, that woman had a lot of bad deeds and a weird temper, and the only thing she could praise was her love for Isa. That kind of pure love.She tried her best to protect Isa in the extremely harsh life at the bottom, and raised the girl to grow up.No matter how repulsive Madeleine herself is, to Isa she is the mother who loves her.

She is everything to Isha.

And Calvin didn't want Isa to lose her.

Calvin jumped in from a low fence at the back of the house. Before that, he had carefully observed the house. The corridors and window lights on the first floor were dark, and the windows on the second floor were open. But the curtains were drawn tightly.Calvin believed that the heavy curtains with blackout fabrics were used here, because the fabrics did not let even a little light through, only a narrow thin strip of light leaked from the gaps in the fabrics.Someone was walking back and forth behind the window, trying to keep their voices down, but in the silence of the night, if you listened carefully, you could always hear something unusual in the voice.

Calvin hid his figure in the rose bushes (he noticed that the entire courtyard of the shelter house was covered with this kind of fragrant flower), and squatted slowly approaching the back door of the two-story building.Beyond the beautiful white back door is a large jutting porch with a double swing and a glass coffee table for the outdoors, and to the left of the porch is a very well-growthed oak tree.

Calvin raised his head slightly, squinting at the outstretched branches of the oak tree, one of which was facing the second-story window.

"Woooooooo..."

It seemed that someone was weeping, and the voice happened to come from the gap in the window.

Calvin walked cautiously along the shadows cast by the flowers, the well-tended lawns swallowing his footsteps.Calvin waited for a while under the shade with bated breath, and then nimbly climbed up the oak tree with the rustling of leaves when a gust of night wind blew by.

He squatted in the Y-shaped branch of the tree, peering at the window through the gaps in the branches.

Perhaps because of the gust of wind just now, the gap in the curtains was wider than before, enough for Calvin to see the corner of the room where there was a narrow bed covered with white linen sheets, which looked rather uncomfortable.On the wall above the head of the bed hung a cross, just like the one Calvin had seen on the Adventists before, and crucified on this cross was still a pretty purple-eyed angel.

The feeling of wanting to vomit hit Calvin again, he bit his tongue, the pain and the slight smell of blood made him calm down a bit.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

That depressed and depressing voice sounded again, and then a figure slowly approached the window.Calvin's pupils shrank slightly, and he stared fixedly at the blurred figure behind the curtain. What shocked him was that behind the slim figure reflected on the curtain, there seemed to be a pair of spread wings.

Calvin's fingers were firmly embedded in the rough bark of the oak tree. The night in California was always warm, but cold sweat broke out from his back.

This is impossible--

he thinks.

Had they found another sadly deformed child?Or use other means to create their own angels?

The chaotic thoughts made Calvin completely unable to keep calm. He stared blankly at the pair of wings fluttering up and down, so that he didn't react when the second person appeared in the room.

"Oh my angel..."

The man hummed hoarsely.

It was a man's voice.

In fact, he didn't suddenly appear in the room on the second floor. He was always there, but he never went behind the window.But now he was in the middle of the room, exactly where the gap in the curtains lined up.

Calvin could now see the man's face clearly.

It was a tall, elderly-looking Caucasian man with white hair and eyebrows.Calvin suspected that he was seriously ill, because his cheeks were extremely dry, his lips were chapped, his cheekbones were high, his exposed skin was full of wrinkles, and the pupils embedded in the wrinkles were frighteningly bright, as if embedded in Some sort of light-up toy with a human skin mask.

He reached out and stroked the winged figure behind the curtain.

"Oh... Mr Paine... oh oh oh..."

The shadow made a wet, lustful sound under the man's touch.

Calvin frowned, and he quickly realized that the voices he had heard before were...

"Ahhhh...I love you...I love you, my light, my honorable soul teacher, my Mr. Pain..."

"Shh-"

The man named Pain reached out and tapped his lips.

"It is our Child of Light that you should love." He said, compared with the other person who was indulging in desire, he looked extraordinarily calm, "...well, my little Anna, are you sure that woman doesn't know how to slap her? Where is La Barrick going?"

He still didn't stop what he was doing, and his object, Anna, let out a long and urgent gasp.

"Oh... no... I asked her... she didn't dare to lie in front of me..." Anna's voice was tainted with resentment when referring to "her", "she should have been killed by Zara Barrick was raped - that bitch got her religious status by sleeping with him, and everyone knows that Zara Barrick's dog is a pervert, and she's the only one who dares to touch him..."

"Oh? So do you know... where Zara Barrick is?"

"No... oh oh... I don't know... Oh, Mr. Pain, you are amazing... Please don't worry, he will always come back... Several times... Barrick touched the woman in the shelter, He was always scared to death, saying he was possessed by demons... He would hide outside for a few days until we helped him deal with the women..."

"Don't deal with that woman for the time being." That Mr. Pain ordered coldly, "She and Barrick have what I need."

From Calvin's point of view, he could clearly see the man's instantly fanatical face—as if a poisonous snake had licked his neck. Inexplicably, Calvin felt uneasy because of that face.

He even felt that that thin face seemed to be connected with something at the bottom of the ocean of memory.

Anna looked a little flustered after hearing Pain's words.

"Mr. Paine... my dear, honorable Imogen Paine, is there anything I can't do? I swear I'll be more useful than those two... I have such pious respect for you ..."

She stumbled into the arms of the man, a well-maintained woman with platinum-blonde dyed hair, completely naked, but with a pair of stiff and huge artificial wings on her back.

Calvin suddenly covered his mouth with his hands. He watched Imogen Pain hold Anna with wings in his arms, and cold sweat slowly rolled down his forehead.

The nightmare 15 years ago crawled out from the shadows, and the face of Imogen Paine gradually overlapped with the disgusting man in memory, while the figure of a woman with platinum hair was replaced by a boy with a pair of wings. replaced by shadows.

The ghost of Daniel, who had been dead for a long time, laughed wildly in his ears.

He could even smell Daniel's scent, the sweet, rusty, bloody smell.

Calvin's breathing became more and more heavy, and he couldn't even stabilize his figure.

"Do not--"

An indistinct growl rolled out of his throat, but before he could fully utter a sound, a cold hand suddenly stretched out from behind him, tightly covering his mouth.