When Virgili left the mirror, he didn't notice what was in the mirror.

If he had been a little more patient, he could see the face with a little bit of light swept over the corrugated brass-clad mirror, which was unusually smooth and clean, without even a drop of water.

It was the image of a handsome young man. He stood there as if he were an ordinary mirror reflection.

He has soft dark brown curls, smooth skin, green eyes, and thin lips. It's Vicky's own face, but if anyone has the chance to look closely at the two faces, it won't take long for him to tell you the difference between the two.

In the mirror, "Virgilli" has darker, darker hair, lifeless skin like silicone artificial skin wrapped around the robot's exterior (at first glance you may confuse them with real skin, but soon you will realize your mistake, there is no flesh underneath those flesh-colored silicone materials, no breathing, they don't wrinkle, they don't age) His eyes are like poisonous snakes, dark green iris wrapped around tiny dark black pupils, and his gaze is cold and vicious, full of yearning for death and ugliness. His smiling lips were thin and cold, but a vivid blood-red color, the lips of a vampire who had just lifted his face from a corpse's wound.

In front of this "Virgilly", even the liar Virgilli, who exposes his full nature, is as pure, innocent and lovely as an angel.

But neither Virgilli nor Fugg saw him in the mirror.

Vigili walked out of the bathroom, he closed the door of the bathroom inlaid with carved glass, and when he heard a soft "click", the image of the mirror turned his head, and he looked in the direction where Vigili left, and the vicious and eerie smile on the corner of his mouth deepened little by little.

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23:20pm

United States

Los Angeles

18 Hongsong Road

Calvin turned off his car at the end of an uphill slope. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight shone on the straight asphalt road, reflecting the faint silver light of the dull and hot road during the day like a ribbon stained with silver powder.

Calvin turned off his headlights, slammed on the brakes, and then the moonlight lit himself, carefully using the Earth's gravity and inertia to slide the dilapidated Cherokee down the hill with the quietest degree a car could achieve.

Then he made a turn at the bottom of the ramp, and the car barely managed to move forward for a distance of about a few dozen meters, and finally slowly stopped in front of a bungalow with a red roof and cream-white walls. It is surrounded by an ugly iron fence, and there is no grass in the courtyard, but instead a patch of yellow sand.

In the corner there are a few cacti, the kind of large, ugly cactus that many people only grow in cartoons, close to the cactus grows this thin sunflower, it hangs a huge head, and the shadow looks like a tall, thin man with a broken cervical vertebrae.

Calvin put his arm on the window of the car and looked quietly at the window of the bungalow, the shutters of which were completely closed behind the glass of those windows. The inhabitants of this area are usually elderly, and poverty and aging have left the neighborhood with little life, so that at nightfall, the whole street appears to be a gravely dark and quiet.

Calvin's other hand was slightly extended, clutching a Nike canvas sports satchel he had placed in the passenger seat, which contained some of the things he had packed in his apartment, along with a small sum of cash.

He looked at the house again.

According to some people's information, this is Redbeard's nest for seclusion and recuperation. However, both Calvin and Isaac knew that this was just a façade for Redbeard (only a few people knew about it). In any case, Redbeard is a real old fox, and even this lair as a front is hidden enough to be safe from the prying eyes of the police and the underground.

Calvin pulled out his phone, he looked at the time and missed calls.

It wasn't time for the meeting, and Isaac didn't leave him any message—not unusual—but Calvin felt a secret but hard to ignore.

He couldn't help but think about the Isha and Madeleine he had seen that day, the House of Sanctuary in the night, and the man named Imoquin. At the thought of the last man, Calvin felt a chill run through his back.

He couldn't say why, but the man did make him feel very uncomfortable...... It's like a brown round blood spot on the back seat of a taxi, you know you shouldn't be nosy, but the moment you see it, you can't help but wonder what it's all about.

At eleven forty o'clock, Calvin still did not wait for Aisach. Without the help of air conditioning, the car started to feel stuffy and hot. Calvin eventually grabbed his rucksack and entered the house early.

He crept down the back of the house into the courtyard, then ripped open the shell of the birdfeeder that looked so dilapidated in the courtyard - beneath the rotting wood, the security access fingerprint collector emitted a faint green glow. Calvin pressed his finger to the screen, and a very faint "click" sounded in the silent night sky. Calvin glanced up at the porch again, and the back door of the house had quietly opened a crack.

Calvin looked around him again, reached out and pressed the bird feeder back into its original position, and then, like some wild feline, quietly and nimbly slid towards the back door with his canvas bag. He didn't even make the gap in the back door wider, but leaned sideways into the narrow slit.

The door quickly closed again without making any sound.

The whole house was as quiet as Calvin remembered.

Even though this was just a place for Redbeard to leave out to the public, he had carefully arranged everything here. Moonlight slipped into the room through the cracks in the shutters, leaving thin lines of light on the carpet. It was with this little light that Calvin watched the room warily as he could—the traps that could be attacked if he took the slightest wrong step—and that Redbeard was always fond of "entertaining" the not-so-cute intruders.

The air conditioner in the house was turned on very cold, and Calvin felt the hairs on his □□ skin stand on end. Above his head, the circulation system hummed a little louder.

If the house had been inhabited, it would have been bothered by the loud noise, but now it was a good way to disguise Calvin's footsteps.

Something doesn't seem quite right?" Calvin frowned. Redbeard is a very attentive person, so he never overlooks the details, and he arranges everything in the house in a completely inhabited way, lest the assassins realize that this is a terrible trap and run away after seeing the unconventional electricity and water bills.

But...... The operation of the security system is normal.

Calvin recalled the instrument he had walked in.

It wasn't something for security, and most of the time it existed just to let Calvin and Isaac know that the trap hadn't caught their prey yet, and that the two of them could continue to play in their room in peace.

“……”

Calvin frowned, and he followed the pattern in his mind, step by step, stepping on a pattern on the carpet that always appeared regularly but was inconspicuous, and finally came to the door that led to the basement.

However, just as he was about to press the doorknob, his movements suddenly stiffened.

The doorknob was a smooth stainless steel sphere, and a tiny ray of light fell on it, and there seemed to be a stain on the top of the handle...... It just seems to be a stain.

Calvin's breathing had a short pause.

Slowly, slowly, he crouched down and reached for the ground by the door.

Sticky, still warm blood moistened his fingers. A corpse lay stiff in the right angle between the wall and the floor, skin still elastic.

The dead man attempted to open the basement before he could do so, leaving a clear bloody handprint on the doorknob of the stainless steel sphere.

Calvin withdrew his hand from the corpse with a blank expression.

He silently maintained a squatting position, and took off the hard-soled shoes on his feet.

After stepping barefoot on the carpet, the details that he had previously overlooked suddenly became clear—blood had soaked the carpet in several places.

Calvin wondered why he hadn't smelled blood in the air before, until he realized that the air circulation system in the entire house had been turned on at its maximum tonight. The low temperature of the air conditioner and the hum of the circulation system suddenly had an explanation.

[Damn!]

Calvin let out a curse in his mind at his carelessness.

There were other people in the room.

After calming down, Calvin easily noticed this.

The only uncertainty was that Calvin didn't know if those people were aware of his presence.

To make matters worse, he tucked the gun into the side pocket of his canvas bag - the pocket was sealed with nylon glue, which would have made a noise if he tried to get his hands on it.

The people who came were very professional - even top-notch, and they didn't even alarm Redbeard's alarm system at the outskirts of the defensive line. The body he had in his hand had only been killed when he approached the basement door. Calvin couldn't imagine what would happen if he faced those people. Thankfully, compared to the intruders, Calvin knew all the mechanisms in the room.

As long as he stayed still, he was sure it wouldn't be long before the intruders were all set by Redbeard.

However, it will take time.

Calvin touched the phone in his pocket, his heart beating a little faster.

As agreed, Isaac would be here in a few minutes. Calvin wants to be able to stop Aizak before he enters the room......

Or, maybe Isaac was already in the house at this time.

Just thinking about the possibilities that followed, Calvin felt a dizziness caused by excessive tension. 166 Reading Network