deformed bone

"I do not know."

Calvin remembered saying this to Isaac.

"I don't know what's going on here."

"..."

Isaac's lips moved, and he didn't make any sound, but Calvin was very sensitive to the fear from his brother-maybe only for a short moment, but Isaac did think that the people in the room It's all about him.

"I didn't do anything - I thought they were here for me. Until I turned on the lights, I thought..."

Calvin stared into Isaac's eyes and said word by word.

"I know."

Isaac interrupted him, and walked in slowly.

His eyes swept over the corpses in a horrific state, with a serious expression: "Go back to the car."

"Maybe we should send Redbeard a message..."

"Enough, Calvin." Isaac stared at Calvin's face, his voice was unprecedentedly gloomy, "Go back to the car."

Calvin blinked, and in some indescribable epiphany, he looked suddenly where Isaac had been gazing—he was shocked why he hadn’t spotted that—at the flayed corpse. On, hung a thin necklace.

The golden necklace was stained with dark red blood, but this did not prevent people from seeing the pendant on the necklace clearly.It was a cross. A golden angel with outstretched wings was crucified on the cross behind him with a peaceful face.The smooth surface of the metal was bloodstained like the rest of it, and the angel's cheeks were bloodstained too, but the amethyst pupils gleamed in the darkened blood.

Calvin and Isaac looked at each other.

Not wrong... Calvin's guess about the identity of the visitor was not wrong.These people did come for Calvin. They were all mercenaries hired by the Adventists. Of course, it was more likely that they were desperadoes who believed in the Adventists.

"Don't worry, you go back to the car first, and I will take care of everything."

Isaac took a deep breath, and it seemed that he was trying to give Calvin a smile, but in fact his expression was extremely ferocious.

Calvin shook his head.

"let's go together."

He said.

"Calvin—"

Calvin grabbed Isaac's hand the moment he spoke: "I'm not feeling well."

Through the fabric, Isaac clearly felt Calvin's trembling.

He raised his arms to support Calvin, and dragged him out of the house covered in blurred flesh and blood.

Compared with the daytime, the air at night is extraordinarily cool. The cacti cast monster-like distorted black shadows in the night, and the dry wind gently brushed Calvin's face. It was only at this time that he realized that the house The smell of blood is so strong.

He was still dragged quietly by Isaac across the door and across the courtyard.

On the narrow and rough path in the courtyard, Calvin lowered his head pretending to be inadvertent, put his lips next to Isaac's ear, and said in a low voice, "That person... is still in that house."

Isaac's arm supporting Calvin's ribs suddenly tightened, and Calvin almost coughed out of the pain.

"murderer?"

Isaac's lips moved slightly, and asked softly.

Calvin nodded.

He still believed in his own judgment—the person who was killed first should be the one at the basement door. He still remembered the temperature left on the other person's skin when he touched him, and the other person should not have been killed for too long.Isaac will never forget the subtle fluctuations in the air when there are people moving: in a closed environment, even if the surroundings are dark and silent, a living person and a dead person give you completely different feelings.Calvin believed that the remaining Adventist mercenaries should still be alive when he began to search for the weapon on the hapless ghost.

only……

It's just that if you think carefully along this line of thought, the terrifying reality becomes impossible to ignore.

Calvin suddenly felt a chill, like a poisonous snake slowly crawling up his ankle.

To some extent, the heads of those three people were cut off by the murderer in front of Calvin—it was just that the room was pitch black at the time, and Calvin did not see that scene.

While he was there, foolishly wrestling with a biology-class model (the skinned corpse), while he huddled in the cramped space under the decorating table and waited breathlessly for someone to wrestle him.

What is that murderer doing?

Perhaps he was smiling (don't know why, Calvin was pretty sure the man was smiling when he was doing this), grabbing the corpses of those unfortunates, laying them out on the couch, and Black tea in a bone china teacup?

no no no—

No, the timing is not right.

No one can do all this in such a short period of time. It is not easy to cut off a man's head.Those people should have died when he stepped into the gate of Redbeard's house.

They have long been sitting there like puppets...

But what happened to those people he felt before?

Are there any other bodies?A body he didn't find?

A severe headache was biting Calvin's brain nerves, his eyes were darkening, and some shadows were turning around in his vision like ghosts.

[Calm down, God, Calvin, you have to calm down. 】

Calvin said in his heart.

Anyway, after realizing something was wrong, he turned on the light, and he didn't see any sign of anyone leaving, and then Isaac came...

That's right, the murderer who did all this must still be in that house now.

Calvin heard Isaac utter a vague curse.

Immediately after he was thrown into the car, Isaac leaned on the car door and opened his mouth lightly on top of his head.

"I still have to go back to that goddamn place. You left too many traces there. Whether it's the police or the mercenaries, if they see everything, you're finished."

"Don't you fucking see that I'm finished now?" Calvin said with a pale face, "Whether it's framed or something else, this matter has nothing to do with me..."

"Hey, calm down baby, it's not time to despair. I don't know what happened, but if that guy let you go in the first place, it proves that he hasn't planned to kill you so far. Let's hope Once he can be magnanimous to let me go, you know I really have to help with the stuff inside."

Isaac said calmly—at least on the surface, he was probably calm.

"Go fuck 'handle', we both know this is not something you can fucking handle..."

Calvin panicked and screamed in a low voice, but Isaac shook his wrist at this moment, and a crisp metal harmony sounded.

"Crack!"

In the next second, Calvin's wrists felt cold, and he was shocked to find that his hands had been handcuffed to the car door by that bastard Isaac.

"Fuck, you better untie it for me—"

Calvin let out a swear word viciously.

Isaac rubbed his head vigorously, and when Calvin frantically flipped through the locker to find a wire or something else to uncuff his handcuffs, the young police officer was already walking quickly towards the red beard's cabin.

Calvin glanced at Isaac's back and felt his vision dim for a while. His stomach was like being put into a meat grinder. The intense worry and panic turned into blades, cutting his stomach vigorously. .What was even more damning was that his back started to ache again.

Sunglasses, sunscreen, antiperspirant, bills... In Calvin, it was like a bear breaking into the car, frantically rummaging through the storage box in front of the passenger seat, and the things inside fell out in a mess.

Calvin still couldn't find the big pin or staple he wanted, his hands were shaking all the time, cold sweat slid down his browbones and fell into his eyes, causing a stinging pain.

"Damn Isaac--damn--damn--"

Calvin heard himself muttering nervously, the pain in his back starting to intensify.

And at this moment, someone lightly patted his shoulder.

Calvin thought he should jump up like a rabbit, grabbed a bill and threw it behind him, the handcuffs on the car door screamed-it wasn't until a few seconds later that Calvin felt his own pain. There was a sharp pain in the wrist.

He subconsciously wanted to attack, but was scraped off by the metal handcuffs.

"Hey... Hey, it's me, calm down, it's me."

Isaac stood at the door of the car frowning. He was obviously taken aback by Calvin's violent reaction. He raised his hand in a gesture of surrender.

For a moment, Calvin almost thought that the other party was a hallucination created by himself under extreme tension.

"Oh my God...the single most important thing you can do right now is keep calm."

Isaac and Calvin looked at each other for a few seconds, his face was still a bit ugly, then he bent down and unfastened Calvin's handcuffs.

Then he turned sideways and picked up Calvin's canvas bag from his feet.

"Is all your stuff here?"

he asked Calvin.

Calvin nodded, he wiped his face vigorously, and when he raised his head again, his trembling finally stopped.

"You'll be back soon."

He said.

It was strange, but he felt that only a few seconds had passed.

Isaac shrugged, and he dropped the rucksack in the back seat of the car.

"You know I'm a professional—don't forget why I didn't even make it to that old man's funeral."

He looked back at the house that belonged to the red beard.

"Listen, Calvin, I have a locker at the subway station on Perod Street with some escape stuff in it. I'll give you the code, get your stuff, and get as far away from here as possible. good--"

Calvin frowned and looked at Isaac, who had that anxious look on his face—the mask he had worked so hard to maintain all night finally cracked at this moment.