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"...the police have not made any official announcement about the murder, but according to the information received by our reporter, the death of the seven victims was quite tragic, and this inhumane killing method reminds us of The serial killer "Red Deer" that shrouded the entire United States in terror many years ago...It is reported that after fleeing for many days, despite the strict surveillance measures deployed by the police on the borders of various states, "Red Deer" still has not leaked any traces... …Do we have reason to believe that the occurrence of this tragedy means that the 'Red Deer' has come to the City of Angels? The Los Angeles Police Department was originally scheduled to hold a press conference at [-] pm today..."

Calvin couldn't remember how he got into the restaurant.

When he woke up a little bit, he found himself sitting tiredly on the sofa in the dining room. Diagonally across from him, an old-fashioned TV set tremblingly stood on top of the seemingly unstable bar counter, slightly faded On the screen, the face of the news anchor looks like a dead person, showing an ugly blue-gray.

Isaac was not mentioned in the news, nor was his name mentioned, which made Calvin a little relieved, but the name that the woman kept repeating, "Red Deer", still made Calvin feel a little bit restless.

Of course he still remembered that behind him was a terrifying murderer who was also his admirer.When the admirer was combined with the word "red deer," fear and nausea began to surge through his body.

No, maybe it's just wild thinking.

"Red Deer" is a serial murderer, but he has never committed a massacre, which is not in line with his rules...

Calvin tried to convince himself.But that foreboding still gnawed at his heels like a shadow.

Calvin shuddered, and black smoke rose again before his eyes, the precursor to fainting.So he almost knocked over the decorative vase on the dining table, which contained a plastic rose.

I probably brought relief items from the church. On the vase was written "Refrain from manger and turn from wrath; do not fret-it lead only to evil." (Refrain from manger and turn from wrath; do not fret-it lead only to evil.).Calvin stared at the line of writing and scribbled again, then stretched out his hand and turned the side of the vase with the writing to a direction he couldn't see.

The whole restaurant is filled with the aroma of French fries and fried food. For this time of afternoon, there are not a few diners in this restaurant—just as Calvin had expected, the guests are all elderly , the one who looks the youngest is also over 50 years old.Their clothes are not shabby, but it can be seen that they are not fashionable, which means that their social class is not high, but at this time, they can sit leisurely in the restaurant, sip cheap coffee and eat French fries, Proves that they are not the kind of people who struggle to get by at the lower levels of society.

Calvin forced himself to focus on his eyes (already he felt himself on the verge of a mental breakdown) and scanned the dining room quickly, mentally judging all the living two-legged creatures.

The guests are very relaxed in this restaurant, which is exactly as Calvin guessed before. They are undoubtedly regular customers here. Maybe they can feel more belonging in this restaurant than in the dark and small home. and warm.

Calvin sat stiffly in the middle of the group, like a stone in a bowl of hot soup, he seemed out of place.The old people turned their heads back without any scruples and peeked at Calvin. Calvin blinked his eyes. He seemed to hear the group of people whispering, but when he concentrated, only the sound of the clash of glasses and plates Voice and the broadcast sound of the news anchor.

He felt his heart beating very fast, and the strong sense of unease was gnawing at his internal organs like a poisonous snake. He couldn't help but want to reach out and touch his dagger. His canvas bag was placed on the seat, tightly against his thigh.

The gun in the mezzanine was pressed hard against Calvin.

"Your double cheeseburger and iced Coke." At this moment, a waitress came out from behind the bar, and she placed the contents of the tray in front of Calvin.

Slightly askew, a burger with melted cheese dripping down the brown patty, a mountain of golden fries next to the burger, and a crackling glass full of ice cubes Coke... After putting down the food, the waitress, who was also not young and looked a little bit mean because of her frown, put down a plate of muffins with charming fragrance by Calvin's hand.

The golden and crispy muffins were still steaming, and a large amount of honey flowed down from the half-melted butter on the top of the muffins, exuding a strong sweet smell.

"...the muffins are charged to the boss."

The waitress told Calvin that she had left Calvin's bill on the table.Like she said, it didn't have the price of the muffins on it - it was obviously a special offer.

Calvin looked up at the waitress in surprise, she raised her eyebrows at Calvin without much explanation.

"Boy, you need something sweet, you need sugar."

she said, and returned with the same rapid pace to the back of the bar.

Calvin realized that it was his poor state that caused these people to worry.

He was tongue-tied, feeling that he should say something, but he couldn't say anything.In the end, he could only bow his head in silence, and began to seriously eat his hamburger, hamburger, and drank Coke in big gulps.

At first he just felt shy, overwhelmed and trying to hide his emotions, but soon he was attracted by the delicious food.

One bite, and another bite, the burger mixed with cheese, starch, gravy and fat brought supreme enjoyment to the tongue, and the muffins and the large amount of sugar brought by Coke poured into Calvin's body through chewing, numb the taste buds and stomach Waking up gradually, it wasn't until this moment that he realized how hungry he was.

He swears it's the best burger and muffin (and the best Coke) he's ever had in his life, and his tense and anxious mind relaxes under the heat of the food.

Calvin felt that it only took a few seconds for him to wipe out those high-calorie foods that exceeded the normal amount. He took another sip of Coke, and finally woke up from the trance.

He feels better, even though he knows his future is still in the shadows.The waitress forgot to come towards him from behind the bar, and Calvin could already discern the concern in her eyes.A surge of gratitude surged through his chest.He grabbed the checkout receipt and stuffed it in his wallet, then pulled out a handful of cash.When he found out that it belonged to David, he put those bills back uncomfortably, and then he took out the cash Isaac had prepared for him to pay the bill, and added an extra Got ten dollars as a tip.

When he pressed down the brim of his hat and left in a hurry, he vaguely heard the old man near the door whisper "good luck" to him.

Calvin was stunned for a moment, he didn't have time to think about it. At that time, one of his feet had already stepped out of the door of the restaurant, but he couldn't deny that the blessing made him feel a lot more comfortable.After all, that voice sounded familiar to Calvin, and Calvin couldn't tell what it was, but the gratitude in his heart became stronger in that insignificant blessing.

In fact, the back view of the old man also made Calvin feel kind. With his gray hair, tall and thin body, and that half-worn coat, he reminded Calvin of Dr. Holden.

Calvin thought as he walked, and then, he stopped suddenly.

He frowned and looked behind him.

He had been less than half a block away from the restaurant, and from this angle, he naturally couldn't see the old-fashioned and rustic porch of the restaurant anymore.However, Calvin's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. On the contrary, his body felt a little cold.

That thing called intuition was clawing at his heart.

God...that person...that person is Dr. Holden himself!

Calvin turned around and quickly rushed towards the direction he came from.

That's not wise at all, Calvin—

He heard the voice in his head speak, and he knew he was being stupid.

He actually thought that a dead person would show up in the restaurant, just to say "good luck" to himself on the verge of madness?

Calvin's footsteps were on the concrete floor tiles scorched by the sun, and he had already seen the intersection, where he turned a few minutes ago, and the restaurant was at the corner on the right...

Calvin turned the intersection.Then, he stood there blankly, like a complete fool.

The sun is about to set, which means that this difficult day is drawing to a close.The golden-red sun was shining on the great clouds, which were amazingly pink.The mountains in the distance undulate slightly and have been stained with lavender shades.

Against this wonderful background, the orderly and beautiful street in front of Calvin is exactly the same as the American dream shown in the TV series.

The dense trees on both sides of the road make the street look a little dark, behind the well-kept courtyard is a wonderful and exquisite luxury villa, and the villa has already been lit with warm yellow lights.

Calvin pinched his arm hard, and he suspected that he was really crazy.

He still remembered what the road looked like ten minutes ago.

That's what a poor neighborhood should look like, with bare concrete floors, barbed wire fences everywhere, lawns that have been turned yellow by the sun, oh yes, and that old-fashioned restaurant.

It's so old that it feels like it's been time-traveled... The restaurant...

Calvin's face became paler and paler.He still had the taste of the hamburger in his mouth, and he could recall the cold coke down his throat, the honey on the muffin clinging to the corner of his mouth, and even the cheese on his fingertips Taste of grease.

But that restaurant disappeared like a dream.

Calvin took a few steps back in horror, his head was a little dizzy, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.He tried to go back to the road he had been on (he also remembered the bare road, the cement slabs scorched by the sun).However, when he returned to the small crossroads, Calvin still saw the tree-lined streets of the wealthy district in front of him.The trees gave off a nice scent after a day long in the sun.

Calvin suddenly reached out and took out his wallet. He still remembered the receipt he got in that restaurant.His movements were very messy, and his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the wallet.

He found the receipt quickly, the white note standing out among the crumpled green bills.But when Calvin brushed the receipt away with his fingertips, he found that the paper had turned yellow and brittle.And the writing on it also became very dim and fuzzy, all thermal paper will fade with the passage of time, and there is such a piece of paper in Calvin's hand.

It looks exactly like that restaurant, like it's from the 70's.

The only thing Calvin could barely see was the letter C at the beginning of the cheeseburger, and where the restaurant name was originally printed on the top of the receipt, there was half a word starting with H.

A car drove slowly past Calvin, it was a low-key but expensive Lincoln.Calvin didn't notice it.In fact, at this time he was in extreme confusion.He is worried that the mental problem he feared has finally appeared (the aftermath of the dark past and childhood trauma left him is not just a withdrawn personality).

However, the car stopped abruptly tens of meters away from Calvin.

"Calvin?"

A panicked voice sounded.