deformed bone

Red Deer is busy arranging his plastic gloves. When he does this kind of thing, he always shows a strange elegance, just like a nobleman who came out of the old times. In modern society, you have seen There are no such people anymore. The real nobles need human blood, flesh and soul to support their survival.In front of Imogen's roar, Red Deer's face was expressionless, but the old priest could clearly feel the contempt from above.

It had been so long since that night 15 years ago, and Imogen's heart was beating again with strong emotions.

Punch, thump, thump—

The muscles at the back of his neck began to twitch as if tensed.

Hey.

If that emotion was anything, Imogen would call it that.In the death row many years ago, when the red deer held the angel's fingertips, the burning emotion that almost evaporated his internal organs was jealousy.

He was jealous of the red deer and went mad with jealousy. He only got a glimpse of a corner of the treasure left by God in the world when he was gradually decaying, but the red deer, this filthy man, was stealing the treasure that belonged to him right in front of him. gifts.

When the red deer appeared in front of him again, still maintaining that young and handsome appearance, Imogen felt the poisonous snake entrenched in his heart wake up. Smell the breath of angels.

Imogen glanced at the wall—there was a huge mirror on the wall opposite the cross, and the cross fell right in the center of the mirror.Now, a hazy brilliance that only he could see gradually emerged from that mirror.

Imogen felt that his body was filled again, and that kind of pride and satisfaction flowed like a stream in his heart again.

Red Deer had already taken care of everything, he raised his head and looked at Imogenliu.His state had already changed, his pupils shrunk to a very small point, his bright red grinning lips showed white teeth, and he smiled.

"I still have doubts."

Red Deer spoke slowly, word by word.

"But now all the questions have been answered, you can spy on his existence, right?"

A chill ran through Imogen's shriveled skin, and he hissed provocatively at the red deer: "Actually, I can do much more than that."

-

In the first few years after the angel left, Imogen just suppressed the pain in his heart and became more and more devout in prayer. His gift has come upon him.He can occasionally see visions, about himself and about other people.

One morning when he was shaving, he saw in the mirror the face of his old friend who had been smashed in a car accident. The blood dripped and overflowed the entire mirror, and fresh, warm blood flowed along the edge of the mirror. flow down.

He was startled, and when he woke up, he saw the bloodstains in the sink and his frightened eyes in the mirror—he thought something was wrong with him, until half a year later, his old friend really The one was smashed into a rotten pumpkin just as it appeared in the mirror.At the funeral he could not hold back his tears, but no one knew it was emotion rather than grief.

In the ensuing years, there were several visions in the mirror, of course, Imogen prefers to call them "revelation".He foresaw the change of the president, the death of his colleague, and he was expelled from the original church... Oh, the last thing made him mad with anger.

When this scene appeared on the mirror, he grabbed the mouthwash cup in anger and threw it at the disgusting pig face of the head of the church.

That miraculous thing happened - the person in charge was smashed into pieces by his glass in the mirror - a few months later, when Imogen handed in his resignation and decided to join the Adventist party wholeheartedly, the person in charge On a quiet night, blood suddenly burst out.

He was reduced to a heap of minced meat in front of his wife and daughter.Shattered like that quick mirror Imogen had replaced.

Imogen finally discovered that he could do more.

-

"A lot of people think they are being treated special."

The red deer licked his lips, he looked at Imogen indifferently, an evil flame burned in his eyes.

"But you're not, and I can tell you that, you may be a little clever...but it's all over today."

He walked towards Imogen, and the dim light left a shadow behind him, but that thick black shadow was much bigger than normal people should have,

They are spread out like a fan, glued to the floor, and at the edge you can see what seems to be a dog stretching its neck and baring its fangs.

Red Deer pulled out a long, silver German saw blade.

Imogen backed away slowly and confidently, guiding the red stag to within range of the mirror.

He glanced quickly into the mirror, then let out a "huh".

He saw a man standing in the mirror smiling with his hands in his hands.

That person looked almost exactly like the red deer, but the moment he saw him, Imogen, who had no intention of shrinking from the red deer, was taken in by a powerful fear.

That man was not Red Deer.

The red deer is human, and the man is not.

That man is...

"Do not--"

He trembled.

He saw the mirror, which had always radiated a hazy, divine radiance, gradually darken.

His dead body appeared in the mirror.

"Tick tock..."

"Tick tock..."

"Tick tock..."

Dark red blood slowly flowed out like a stream along the edge of the mirror, and Imogen's own blood smelled like rotten citrus.

Imogen turned his face to the Red Buck.

"You'll regret it," he repeated nervously, "'he' won't let you go."

Red Deer frowned, but he didn't answer Imogen.When Red Deer tilted his head to look in the mirror, the only thing he could see was his own face.

And he likes this face of his own, this body of his own, and this world.

-

Eight hours later—

In Virgil's villa, Calvin kept pointing his gun at the man who claimed to be Virgil without moving.

The other party stretched out his hand in embarrassment and scratched the tip of his nose.

"I...well...sorry, Calvin, you're a lot more sensitive than I thought."

He drooped his shoulders dejectedly, then raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I thought I was well-dressed. May I ask, where is it exposed?"

Calvin's eyes became colder and colder after the other party admitted that it was not Virgili.

"Who are you? This is the last time I ask."

Calvin ignored his words, but insisted on asking his question again.

"I'm Virgil..." the man frowned in distress, and muttered, after realizing that Calvin's finger was directly on the trigger, he took a few steps back in shock, "Hey, calm down, I It's another personality of Virgil! My God, you should know this!"

Calvin's expression didn't change, he waved the muzzle of the gun signally.

"Take your clothes off."

He said.

The man in the surrender pose suddenly widened his eyes, and his face turned red.

"Taking off... undressing... the development of this matter is a bit strange."

Completely different from the slightly twitching evasion on his lips, he took off his shirt quite neatly before Calvin had time to speak a second time.

Calvin glanced quickly at his naked upper body, which was quite familiar and belonged to Virgili.

The man's hands were on his belt, and he looked quite interested.

"Do I need to take my pants off? Sorry, I only have a partial memory of Virgili, I'm not sure you've gotten to the point where—"

"The other personalities of Virgil will not pretend to be him. Where is Virgil? Who are you? What do you want to do? What do you have to do with the Adventists?"

Calvin interrupted him.

The man loosened his belt with some regret. After breaking away from Virgil's disguise, his slightly frivolous temperament could no longer be concealed.

"You can call me Reed, for God's sake, I lied about being Virgilie just to make a joke...and you looked like a frightened hedgehog at the time, if I really Tell you I'm not Virgili but his new personality, you just don't pay attention to me at all! You were not in the right shape at the time, and it was too dangerous for you to stay on the street like that, so I... ok , well, I apologize to you, don’t look at me like that, dear Calvin, I really mean no harm.”

He said it quite easily.

"We had some problems before, Virgil and others are still sleeping, so I am in charge of this body." Reed lowered his voice, and blinked provocatively at Calvin, "you know multiple personalities The souls of patients are very fragile, so a new personality will appear after a little stimulation. You really don’t have to be so nervous. Although the personalities have their own personalities, they are developed and split based on the same core, just like Just like Virgil will never hurt you, neither will I."

Reed said kindly, he stretched out his hand, and slowly pressed Calvin's muzzle.

Calvin was startled suddenly, only to realize that this man named Reed had approached him while speaking without knowing it.

"You are very strange to me, but I am very familiar with you." Reed stared at Calvin's face from a very close distance, probably because of his completely different temperament, he looked younger than everyone else Much longer.

"I have other people's memories, so... Calvin, you are a good friend, a good patient, and a good breeder for me." Reid continued, his lips were already close to Calvin's. ears, "...the dumplings are delicious."