deformed bone

It was a very suspicious note, Calvin knew, but it wasn't the time to make him suspicious - on the other side of the locker, the "tramp" also jumped up, the thing covering his head His overcoat fell down, revealing the tiny black microphones on his ears. The "tramp" pressed the microphone and calmly reported to the other end of the microphone.

"It's him, nothing wrong."

Calvin vaguely heard that person's voice, he jumped out without any hesitation, he swore he had never been so fast in his life.

His heart was pounding, his feet were on the floor, and his knees were a little weak.He hopes his speed won't be compromised by it.A bulky black woman stood clutching her breakfast, watching Calvin in shock as he bolted out.

Calvin squeezed his way through the gap between her and the wall.

The corridor seemed narrow and long at this moment.

Just like the note said, there was a door on the left 300 meters away, with a sign saying "employee access" next to it.Calvin shouldered the door open and fled up the dimly lit stairs.

At the same time, like a hound chasing a hare, the "tramp" followed Calvin closely.He also saw the same black woman Calvin had seen while rushing into the hallway, and he hit the woman hard with the shoulder, knocking the hot dog in her hand to the ground.

The Tramp could feel the heat on his shoulder, and the aroma of yellow mustard rushed into his nostrils.

"Go away—"

"The Hobo" cursed the damn hot dog angrily, and he quickly stabilized his body and continued to rush forward, the woman behind him let out a sharp, rap-like growl.

But the "vagrant" didn't care about that at all. What he cared about was that Calvin's figure had disappeared in the corridor after just such a flash, and his footsteps could still be vaguely heard in the corridor.

The poorly connected light bulb made a buzzing sound above the "tramp"'s head, and the pale light kept flickering.He slowed down a little after a few hundred meters - two identical emergency doors appeared on both sides of the corridor, and he quickly looked at the nameplate on the door: [Employee Passage], there were such words on it.

"The Tramp" frowned, and behind the door on his right he heard heavy footsteps going up the stairs.

He jerked open the door and rushed in.

The bland, featureless emergency door bounced and creaked a few times under the impact.

"Crack-"

Then, in inertia, that door was shut.

……

"Damn it, did you fucking shit in your crotch? Fuck..."

One morning when breakfast was interrupted by two people in a row, the black woman issued a long list of complaints.

She stared down at the hot dog on the floor, yellow mustard trampled all over the place, and it drove her crazy.

Anyone who treats a mustard hot dog like this should go to hell--

she thought, and then she turned to find the bloody bum and give him some flair.

However, after only ten seconds, there was no sign of anyone in the long and narrow corridor behind her that was completely contrary to human nature.

"Oh, what the hell is this?"

The woman frowned and muttered.

Her gaze inadvertently turned to the emergency door not far away, with a boring sign beside it.

【Employee channel under maintenance】

rumbling...

Another subway came in.

A gust of wind blew in the corridor, and the woman shivered, she suddenly felt a little cold.

So she stuck out her tongue and licked her plump lips in dissatisfaction, then turned and walked towards the exit.

She needs to buy a little more to fill her stomach.

Little did she know that she was the last person in the world to see the "tramp".

Calvin came to the upper floor of the subway station from the staff passage. What is thankful is that the number of people in the subway station has gradually increased during this time period.

He tried his best to hide his figure in the bustling crowd, and at the moment when the crowd was rushing onto the subway, he took off his coat, turned it over and put it on again.

On the other side of the dress was a plain and mediocre khaki jacket. Calvin dexterously pulled it out along the zipper of the jacket in the gap of the crowd, and the hem of the blue plaid shirt appeared on the inside of the jacket.He flipped out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from the inside of his hat and put them on his face. The lenses were old-fashioned brown.His hat is also turned upside down, with prominent text on his forehead - WE LOVE Caltech!

Calvin got off the subway about two blocks from the train station, and no one gave him a second glance.Now he looks like the most ordinary college student, the kind of nerd who doesn't like girls.

He rummaged through the things Isaac had left him in the bathroom of a fast food restaurant.

About 2000 yuan in cash—not much, but it was enough for him to survive the escape for a short period of time.

Some props and cosmetics used to camouflage appearance.

As well as three driver's licenses, the outline of Calvin can be vaguely seen in the three different photos.

Alberta Bampton, a country boy from Iowa.

Adam Tardiff from New York.

And finally Erin Clift, from Florida.

Calvin stared blankly at the pretty female face on the last driver's license.

He stretched out his fingers and stroked the surfaces of the three cards.

Compared with the real driver's license, the surface of the three driver's licenses has a slight difference in smoothness.And if you look closely, you will realize that the photos of these three driver's licenses are not so clear, and the fonts are slightly pixelated.

It didn't take much effort for Calvin to know that these were three fake driver's licenses that had been pulled out in an emergency - under normal circumstances, Dr. Holden did not approve of Calvin's use of completely false documents.

He would always try his best to obtain a complete set of false identities for Calvin. On the basis of the false identities, all the identifications were true.

This can greatly reduce the risk of Calvin exposure.

However, the situation that Calvin is now facing is indeed too urgent, and Calvin can almost feel the anxiety from Izak when making these three fake driver's licenses.

Sighing softly, he pulled out his Alberta driver's license and put it in his wallet, then tucked the rest close to his body.

"Anyway, thanks, Isaac."

He stayed in the bathroom for a while in a low mood, staring at the dirty bathroom door and muttering softly.

After leaving the fast food restaurant, for the next four hours, he walked through the bustling part of the city, from Fourteenth Street to Richard Street, and then back to Fourteenth Street.He walked back and forth in the department store many times, changing his appearance several times.

After carefully making sure that no one was following him, he made a detour to his destination, the Greyhound bus station.

However, before he stepped into the gate of the station, the feeling of bitter tongue appeared again.

Calvin slowed abruptly.

The station was quite noisy and crowded. There were foreigners carrying 28-inch hard leather suitcases everywhere. Someone was pushing a trolley selling ice cream, while children were screaming and crying. The queue at the queue was very long.The air-conditioning is not working well, and everyone looks distraught, their faces glistening with oil and glistening in the lights.

Calvin lowered his eyes, and he also put on that bored look, and walked to the front of the notice board, pretending to read the scrolling messages carefully.

He could feel the presence of those people—the less bored, less distraught Adventists.

Sitting on a bench drinking coffee, the man who looked like a Wall Street banker was coaxing a housewife with a baby in her arms (the cry of the baby would be repeated every once in a while, and Calvin was very impressed. I suspect it's actually just a speaker hidden inside a doll), cheerful college students playing and laughing with their peers (they are yelling, but their eyes are constantly scanning their surroundings vigilantly)...

Intentionally or not, their positions in the station just formed an encirclement. Whether they left directly or went to the window to buy tickets, any behavior of all young men would attract their careful observation.Calvin had no doubts that the "Wall Street banker" had a gun in the briefcase at his feet, and he recognized the shape.

He worked hard to adjust his breathing, desperately thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

There was no way he would just leave like this, Calvin thought, he could be sure that the group had noticed him when he came into sight.A young man who was carrying a rucksack and was about to leave after just glancing at the notice board was too suspicious.

And unlike the previous encounter with homeless men, Calvin is now completely surrounded by them, even if it causes chaos, it is very difficult for him to escape.

Calvin gripped the straps of his canvas bag.

He slowly followed the crowd and came to the queue window.

In his pocket, he unconsciously stroked the dagger in his pocket with his fingers.

There was one last hope in his mind--if he didn't get the conductor's attention, he might still be able to get a ticket, get on the train in troubled waters, and drive to another city under the noses of these Advent bastards.

however……

When Calvin finally came to the window, his heart pounded heavily against his ribs.

He saw a young man with a feverish flush on his face and piercing eyes.

A conspicuous cross was hung around the man's neck. On the cross, an angel spread its wings, and the purple man-made crystal pupils were staring maliciously at Calvin's pale face.