deformed bone

Calvin forced himself to take a deep breath.

No, Isaac probably hasn't arrived at this time. He is the type who is used to waiting outside the door. Calvin has confirmed many times before entering the door, and Isaac has not left him a message.

Calvin's fingers slowly regained their temperature in this thought.

Someone was making rustling movements in the darkness. He was obviously a good player. If Calvin hadn't held his breath, he would hardly have noticed the opponent's movement.

The bloody smell of the corpses around him mixed with the cold air poured into Calvin's lungs. After staying in the dark for a long time, the room seemed not as dark as before.After realizing how serious the problem was, Calvin was calmer than before.

He raised his body a little, reached out and touched the waist of the corpse, and sure enough, he found the gun on the belt of the unlucky ghost.

Calvin's fingers rested on the cold iron for a while, and then he quickly groped down the opponent's waistline.

If someone wants to hurt Redbeard, there must be more than one person coming, which means that if a gun is used, once he fires, he is very likely to attract more enemies in an instant.

In such a dark environment, what is really useful is the most traditional cold weapon.It didn't take long for Calvin to find a tactical dagger hidden inside the corpse's military boots.He pulled it out without hesitation and held it firmly in his hand.

Calvin let out a silent breath.You see, invaders are not stingy about carrying enough weapons, and their weapons are always kept within easy reach.That cold and sharp dagger almost made Calvin feel relieved instantly, and he was also a little ashamed why he didn't think of this at all in his panic before.

It's not professional-

He mentally simulated Dr. Holden's voice, blinked, and relaxed his muscles in the dark.Slowly, slowly, Calvin slid out around the corner, like a ghost, or a vigilant feline.

His bare feet made no sound on the carpet, and the slow movement allowed him to better judge the movement of the air.

Those patterns on the carpet seemed to be more conspicuous than before, and Calvin knew it was because he was more used to the darkness.He walked towards the back door slowly and without any hesitation, not wanting to conflict with the intruders.

Let the red beard deal with them well...

Calvin thought so until he kicked another corpse.

No, to be correct, the moment Calvin touched him, the other party was not a corpse.

It was a wet, slippery hand.

Just as Calvin was about to leave the house through the corridor, he reached out from the darkness.

The hot piece of meat weakly circled Calvin's ankle, and amidst the strong smell of blood that suddenly bloomed, Calvin heard a vague grunt.

"&...￥...%..."

Without any hesitation, Calvin directly stepped on the piece of meat with his other foot, his body stretched like a bow, and the dagger fiercely slashed in the direction of the sound.

He felt himself stabbing into something - he said that because the dagger didn't feel right when it went into the ball.In theory, Calvin should have felt the blood rush, like accidentally pricking a garden hose.If not, it means that he didn't break the main artery of his opponent, the two-legged monkey in the first place. He probably just hurt the opponent's insignificant place. Calvin remembered that the group of teachers with gloomy eyes were How to teach him - "If that's the case, you have to give him another knife as fast as you can, dear, and you'll 'break' him".

Yes, it is "destroying", not words such as "killing" or "eliminating mobility". The latter will always regard the opponent as a living human being, while the former is applicable to artifacts.

The word floated in Calvin's mind until much later today.

Calvin backhanded another dagger at the guy in the dark.

He still didn't feel the sound of the artery bursting, but the moment he thought about it, the other party had completely lost all movement, and he fell heavily on the ground, making a wet "crack".

It was as if someone had accidentally knocked over the wet dough my mother had left on the counter.

Calvin's breathing stopped suddenly, and the sound of the man falling was especially loud in the silent and dark room.If the intruder had other accomplices, the sound was enough for them to react.

Calvin turned around quickly, and jumped towards the decoration table closest to him. There was a gap under that table just enough to accommodate his body, and the organs on both sides could also resist a wave of attacks in the first place. .

"..."

However, more than ten seconds passed, and Calvin waited in the dark, dripping with cold sweat, but he never waited for the expected visitor.

The air circulation system was still humming above his head at its maximum load, the smell of blood was gradually fading, and the blood on his ankles and arms was gradually drying up.Calvin moved his wrist, and some blood coagulated debris fell down.

The room was still very quiet.

Calvin felt his heart beating wildly, he had no energy left to control his breathing rhythm, and his breathing became rapid.

Although no one was attacking him, his instincts were screaming.

Something is really... not quite right...

At this moment, Calvin suddenly realized that he could feel the breath of other intruders in the room before, but at this moment, he could no longer feel anything.

In this house, he is the only living human right now.

Calvin felt this matter clearly.

He didn't know how long he had been under the decoration table, it might have been a few seconds, it might have been several minutes.

Reason told him that he should use the darkness to leave the house as planned, but...

Calvin gritted his teeth and slowly got out from under the table. He stretched out a trembling hand and fumbled to press the light switch on the wall.

"Crack-"

The lights were turned on.

Bright light suddenly filled the entire space, and Calvin's vision was blurred for a short moment due to the sudden alternation of light and dark.

And when he really saw everything in front of him clearly, his pupils suddenly narrowed.

"..."

In the silence, his breathing became faster and faster.

There are no redundant intruders who will attack because of the sudden appearance of the target, and this is a matter of course.

Because they are all dead.

The corpse closest to Calvin was almost torn apart. The skin of his entire upper body was peeled off alive and hung on his waist.

He should have barely crawled out of the bedroom, and behind him was a bright red blood path—it's really hard to imagine that a human being would have so much blood.

And at the entrance of the basement, the corpse that provided Calvin with the dagger was far from what he had imagined.

The opponent's skin turned completely purple, his eyes burst out from the eye sockets, his lower jaw was almost slumped to the collarbone because of the fracture, and a huge lump of tumor-like flesh was stuffed in his mouth.

Calvin also saw the house of the red beard, the false dwelling.

The milky white walls are covered with red flowers, which are the traces left by the splash of blood, and the ceiling is almost dyed bright red.The glass picture frames hanging on the wall were carefully removed and stacked together on the table.Where the paintings were originally hung, several human heads were nailed with long and thick iron nails.

Iron nails pierced through the eyeballs of those people, filled the two bloody holes, and turned purple. The heavy tongue squeezed out from the mouths of those people and hung on the chin, ticking, ticking down bleeding.

Calvin turned his head slowly and looked towards the living room.

The rest of the heads, their bodies, were carefully laid out on the sofa.The headless corpses were covered in black tights and tactical vests. Judging from their robust bodies and weapons, they should have been quite experienced mercenaries during their lifetime.

However, at this moment, the corpses of these mercenaries were placed in a play-by-play manner. Pink teacups with strawberry patterns were stuffed into their black gloves, and the black tea in them was still steaming.Their knees were resting awkwardly on the coffee table, on which stood a rather beautiful white plate with cupcakes filled with cream.

The stubble of their necks was rough, and the red blood was still gurgling slowly from the veins, soaking the originally pale green sofa fabric.

Strangely enough, Calvin suddenly remembered the vague words said by the intruder who "attacked" him a few minutes ago.

What he said was..."Help, help me"

Calvin suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, and his dagger fell to the carpet without making a sound.

All this in front of him almost made Calvin think that he had come to a nightmare.

omg...

No, it wasn't a nightmare at all.

Calvin thought.

This is hell.

And at this moment, there was a soft knock from the door behind him.

"Calvin?"

A voice came over in horror.

Calvin turned his head abruptly and saw Isaac standing stiffly at the door.

He was still wearing a black police uniform, and his face was pale.

"What the hell is here..."

Calvin watched Isaac slowly look around the room for a week, and then heard Isaac's question, as if it came from far away.

"……what happened?"