deformed bone

Calvin wanted to escape.

He was downstairs, and Virgil was still by the window on the second floor. It was not a short distance, but Calvin could still clearly feel the ecstasy gushing out of Virgil at that moment.

However, it was also this turbulent emotion that made Calvin shudder. He relied on his extremely strong willpower to control himself from turning around and fleeing into the night—that would be too ostentatious and too like Some kind of old third-rate love movie.

So he could only curse himself silently in his heart, standing where he was and waiting for Vigily to come downstairs.He heard very heavy footsteps, and it seemed that something was rolling down the stairs. It took only a short time for Virgil's house to open in front of Calvin.

The young son was breathing unevenly, and looked at Calvin from the other side of the door with a blushing face. His eyes were shining, and it was easy to think of a large dog that was about to get a snack.

Virgil's lips opened and closed, and a silly smirk filled his handsome face. However, after a while, he still didn't organize his words well, and he didn't say a word.Faced with such an overt, and even too full, ecstasy, Calvin felt embarrassed for the first time.

He shrugged at Virgil.

"Hi."

He said.

"Hi."

Vigili repeated with a smirk, looking like he had no idea what he was talking about.

Calvin could feel that heavy feeling building up in his heart, and he soon realized that he was really not good at dealing with a guy like Virgil... There is no doubt that he was full of affection for Calvin .Calvin thought that he had long been accustomed to facing the courtship of men or women, but Virgil's love was so completely different from the evil and dirty emotions that Calvin knew before.His feelings for Calvin are like something from another dimension. The so-called "beautiful" feelings that only appear in books and movies should be put together with chocolate, roses, and starry sky. s things.

Calvin had to admit that he was a little bit regretful, he shouldn't have used that method to determine Virgil's true purpose that afternoon - if this guy really had any bad ideas, Calvin could handle him with ease, A fierce beating or a merciless threat, he has already solved many troubles in this way.But Virgil's reaction was completely beyond Calvin's expectations. He was indeed a weirdo, but he was also a good person, with the kind of innocence that Calvin liked.

And Calvin didn't know what to do with a good man.

"You... haven't slept yet?"

During the time when Calvin was in a daze, Vigilie seemed to have managed to piece together some normal consciousness. Of course, what he stammered was still so stupid that it made people headache.

Calvin sighed.

"Yeah, I haven't slept yet, so you want to invite me in?"

he said, and tried to ignore the strange feeling that came up in his heart.

"Oh my god..." Virgil was in a daze, and he almost fell to the ground after recovering, "Of course, I mean of course you can treat this place as your own home—"

"Thank you."

Calvin quickly interrupted Virgil before he finished speaking. After seeing Virgil's appearance, he sincerely began to worry about whether the other party would have a cerebral hemorrhage.Then Calvin tried his best to maintain a nonchalant appearance and walked into the beautiful beech wood door.

He deftly found his place on the sofa in the living room.Vigily stared blankly at Calvin, not knowing why his face suddenly turned red, but when he noticed the wound on Calvin's face, he immediately fell into anxiety.

"Your face, God, your mouth!"

Calvin blinked, reached out to touch his face, and let out a muffled grunt.

"Damn it," he muttered.Ai Zac obviously didn't have any strength left when he punched him, "Don't yell, it's just some minor problems."

Calvin explained to the terrified Virgil, but the other party seemed even more worried.

"Someone hurt you—"

"It's just a quarrel, after all, I scared that guy a little bit." Calvin said with a dull interest, he didn't really want to recall the conflict with Isaac not long ago, "But if you want... I can get by with a pack of ice cubes."

Calvin poked his face with the back of his hand, and he didn't feel it until he was reminded, but after being made such a fuss by Vigilie, the burning pain from his cheek became impossible to ignore.

Virgili quickly found the emergency kit from the kitchen, and this time he ignored Calvin's plea of ​​"just give me a pack of ice cubes".Calvin frowned as he pulled out a bunch of seemingly unknown gadgets from the box.

Virgilli stood hunched over for a few minutes, seemingly reviewing his stock of medical supplies.Calvin was very suspicious that Virgili wanted to perform an operation on himself here.

"Calm down, it's just a small wound."

He said to Vigili stiffly.

But this time, he was answered by a completely unfamiliar voice, a voice with a strong British accent: "I prefer to call it a facial soft tissue contusion."

"what?"

Calvin's eyes widened, he almost jumped up from the sofa, and at this moment "Vigily" finally found what he wanted.

He turned around with a vial of pale blue gel—his pupils were a beautiful patina like a peacock's tail feathers in indoor light.

"You're not Virgil."

Calvin maintained a guarded attitude and said softly.After hearing his words, the half-kneeling man on the ground smiled.

"I'm Fogg, I've had contact with you before." Fogg stretched out his hand and rubbed the base of his nose, which is a habitual action often seen by people who wear glasses.

"Fogg?"

Calvin realized that the name sounded familiar.

"Wait, you... you were the one who explained to me that goddamn multiple personality disorder guy..."

Fogg nodded.

"it's me."

Calvin watched him with some surprise.

That's right, he had known for a long time that Virgil was a patient with multiple personality disorder, but when he saw this man who was completely different from Virgil, he still felt novelty and surprise unavoidably.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be really hard for him to see Fogg and Virgil as the same person—even though they used the same body.

The same curly hair, the same face, the same clothes, in a short moment, Vigilie became Fogg, their temperaments are so different that one can easily ignore their completely identical exterior element.

Fogg exudes an icy aura that cannot be ignored, oh, maybe the word "icy" is not so appropriate... He is like some kind of biochemical product, a robot or something else.Calvin didn't know how to describe the other party.

If Virgili is naive, stupid and warm, then Fogg is sharp, hard and sharp.

The man in front of him reminded Calvin inexplicably of the glassware in the middle school laboratory, the kind of inorganic objects that were completely bound by reason and strictly followed rigid procedures.

"I'm a doctor, and Virgili begged me to treat your wound...he was very worried."

Fogg explained to Calvin in that flat tone, and his eyes flickered when he said the word "beg".

Calvin didn't notice Fogg's weirdness at that moment, he really thought it was all very strange, the familiar Virgil was gone, replaced by Fogg, the aggressive, knife-like British doctor.

Calvin found that he was even more incapable of dealing with Fogg than Virgil, and even...for completely inexplicable reasons, Calvin was still a little afraid of dealing with him.

It happened that such a trace of fear that Calvin himself hadn't noticed was keenly captured by Fogg, he looked up at Calvin, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid...be obedient. "

obedient…

Calvin's eyes were a little distracted after hearing that word.

It was as if something had slipped past his mind lightly, and then dissipated like mist, disappearing without a trace.

Calvin felt the wound on his back start to heat up, and a dark pain burst out.

However, at least at this moment, Calvin has no time to care about the wound on his back, because at this moment Fogg has already reached out and directly stuck Calvin's chin.His hands were as cold as a dead man, and Calvin felt goose bumps on his back the moment he touched them.

Fuger's gaze, which could not see any emotion or temperature, quickly passed over Calvin's wound.