Virgili was reluctant to leave Calvin's sight, but he did not succeed.

As a professional liar, he used all his tricks to express his harmlessness and vulnerability: his drooping shoulders, his deliberately restrained frown, his wistful eyes, and a small body movement...... His deliberately disguised clumsiness combined with his tall stature and handsome face (the latter point is very important, in a certain sense) creates a wonderful sense of conflict, he appears real and endearing, and few people can remain sane in the face of such a stupid big man without being impressed by him.

Unfortunately...... Or fortunately, Calvin was an exception.

The stunningly beautiful young man looked at Vigili with his hands folded around his chest indifferently.

“…… Didn't I say that clearly enough?. ”

He said.

"I, I really...... I really don't want to bother you. ”

Vigilli stammered, his cheeks flushed, but his lips were bloodless.

Against the backdrop of his appearance, Calvin simply looked even more hard-hearted.

Calvin leaned against the doorframe, and he stuck out his toes and kicked Virgil...... Or rather, Histu knocked over the door before

"Bang-"

Calvin's door slammed shut almost against the tip of Vicky's nose.

And Calvin's grim look—just as cute—Vicky thought.

The crook gentleman had to put a lot of effort into suppressing his inner ** (and the thing between his legs), and if he really wanted to linger a little longer in front of Calvin's door, he liked Calvin's clothes today: the collarbone and skin peeking out of the neckline, and Calvin's sharp gaze. The pain in the soles of his feet and fingers seemed to be about to burn, but in a sense it made Vicili even more excited, and just thinking about what Calvin had done to Heath before, Vicili felt a strong jealousy and envy like having been bitten by a poisonous snake.

What's more, at this moment, Virgili was very keenly aware of the faint regret and concern revealed in Calvin's eyes when he expressed this pain, and of course, this overly soft affection was well concealed by Calvin under the cold mask.

Virgili was about to tremble at Calvin's innocent cuteness.

【Virgili ......】

However, a weak voice rang in his head. And what he said forced Vicili to obey Calvin's drive.

There are some things that are slightly more important than being in heat.

As he imagined a series of images that were rather unsuitable for description, Virgili limped away from the dilapidated and gray apartment building with a slow pace.

There was still chaos at the front of the apartment, with a yellow and black cordon crudely framing the scene of this morning's tragedy in the center, and some police officers were maintaining the scene. Vigilli's eyes widened slightly, and he glanced at the ground there. The hapless boy's body had been removed, and the grey concrete floor had been left with a pool of blood, so thick that it had taken on a viscous black like gasoline. At the edge of the bloodstain, something was wriggling.

"Damn ......"

A police officer let out a curse, and as he walked past the bloodstain, a black "smoke" flew up.

The sound of their wings vibrating was unexpectedly loud, and even from such a distance, Vigilli could still hear their humming. The officers were frowning, their hands waving in the air, driving away the flies that had come from the bloodstains. There was still a mixture of rust and fishy stench that Vigilli was familiar with in the air—the smell of blood, and so on.

The green-eyed man paused briefly as he stood on the steps, the tip of his tongue sliding swiftly between his teeth.

"Wow. ”

He let out a low exclamation, goosebumps forming in his neck from the shiver—but not from fear. After a few seconds, Vicili quickly withdrew his gaze, and like any old aboriginal who didn't want to get into trouble, he hunched over and left lightly on the other side of the steps, unnoticed.

[That's not you, is it?]

Virgili said to his soul friend in his own heart.

And Fugg answered him after a while.

[If you're asking about the guy who confessed his multiple personality identity to Calvin and talked about it...... That's right, that's not me. The English doctor's voice was a little weak, [...... It's a red deer]

“…… That doesn't sound like good news. ”

After getting the confirmation from Fuge, Vigili couldn't help but muttered softly even in reality.

Several over-the-top young men passed behind Vigilly, and they let out a malicious uproar after seeing Vigilli's expensive but old-fashioned Lincoln.

Without even looking back at them, Vicilly quickly pulled out his keys to open the car door and sat inside.

"I remember you said that Red Deer is going to rest for a long time, and he can't have that much energy to wake up unless he devours us...... Wait, my God, I can barely feel Histu, has he been eaten by that monster?"

Virgili adjusted his rearview mirror, and Fugg's eyes looked at him sternly through the narrow mirror.

[I'm sorry for you, Heath is still alive, he is different after all. Fuge's voice became muffled. The appearance of the red deer greatly depleted the strength and stability of the personality, and he slowed down for a moment before continuing, "As for the reason why the red deer woke up, don't tell me that you really didn't notice it. 】

Virgili pursed his lips and exhaled, blowing away a strand of curls that fell on his forehead.

"I'd like to say I didn't notice it, but that's probably unlikely, how could I ignore it......" The crook's slender fingers tapped on the steering wheel, "The 'door' opened." ”

Although it was only a quick glimpse, the scene he had seen in front of the door of Calvin's apartment had reproduced in Vigilli's mind without missing a word.

Restless police officers, passers-by hurrying by, police cordons trembling in the wind, blood stains on the ground, a large number of flies next to the blood stains...... So many flies.

Vigili let out a long sigh.

"I really don't like it, my little sweetheart isn't fit to be associated with that kind of disgusting thing. ”

[But he knows the "key". Fugg was also very gloomy, as if we all knew that the door would erode everything that had anything to do with it...... No matter how much we don't want that fellow Red Deer to wake up, he's the one in charge of closing the door. In a sense, we should perhaps be glad about this. 】

"Rejoice what?" cried Vigilli, dissatisfied, as he was driving, perhaps because he was in such a bad mood that even an ant on the road would have provoked him to honk his horn, "...... When he woke up, he was consumed as energy, but we were the ones who used it!"

We were originally part of him. 】

"Tsk...... I don't care about this. All I know is that I'm going to keep my sanity and get a shot at Calvin, and hard......"

He couldn't finish his sentence.

Like a cold knife slicing through the cream, Vicili felt something pierce his soul and poke out of his mental shell.

The green-eyed liar began to pump into his lungs: "No...... Not ......"

Then he let out a weak scream, or rather, he thought he had made it, but in reality, all that reverberated through the car was the faint sound of horns and curses coming in through the windows. Just now he reflexively stepped on the accelerator.

In the hallucination, Vigilly felt like he was falling from the sky, and the invisible thing that emerged from his body was tearing at his heart with cold teeth.

【You...... Yes ......]

Vigilli was forcibly squeezed out and then buried deep into the depths of consciousness.

In the last seconds of losing consciousness, he heard a voice almost identical to his briskly ringing.

Calvin is mine...... It's going to be my ......]

-- That's the voice of the Red Deer.

……

"Bang bang bang-"

In the real world, someone is knocking on the window of that Lincoln.

After a few seconds, the window slowly slid down, revealing the face of the green-eyed man in the cabin.

"Is something going on? sir. ”

A policewoman bent slightly down and looked into the window, her black and white motorcycle flashing behind her.

"Sorry, I just ......"

The young man had a wonderfully soft voice, he tilted his head slightly, and the light falling from the window illuminated his pale face.

"Sir?!"

The policewoman's eyes widened suddenly—black and red blood slowly flowed from the nostrils and eyes of the man in the car, and the blood dripped, dripping through his shirt, which seemed to be expensive, as his facial muscles moved as he spoke.

It must be said that such a scene even looked a little terrifying, and the policewoman almost immediately put her hand on her waist, for her, she clearly encountered a wounded person who was in an emergency situation.

However, as a client, the green-eyed man looked unusually relaxed - and even had a pleasant atmosphere all around him.

“…… Don't worry, I'm just slightly unwell. ”

He smiled pleasantly at the policewoman.

"It's just an old problem. ”

He said.