Vigilli's eyes flickered.

His breathing quickened, his face brightened, and his cheekbones were painted with a touch of peach from excitement.

Even the way he looked at Calvin seemed to be tinged with heat.

"Well, I'm almost flattered when you say that. After a few moments, it seemed as if he had finally connected the language system in his body, and he replied hoarsely, "Okay, I'll actually do some basic bandaging, your back wound still needs to be treated, and I hope you won't regret not letting that guy Fugg come out to take care of all this." ”

Calvin raised his eyes and looked at the somewhat restless Virgili in front of him.

The alleged lack of wanting to deal with anyone but Virgil was of course a lie, and Calvin was sure that Virgil knew he was lying. But just as his instincts told him, Virgili acquiesced to the continuation of the lie.

Vigilli's burning infatuation with him had become a rein, and deep down in Calvin's heart, he knew he could do anything with Vigilli—and when he realized it, a wave of self-loathing slowly welled up in Calvin's heart.

But he knew that even if he was given another chance, he would still make the same choice and tell the same lie.

Of course, he couldn't have let Fugg show up.

Calvin didn't communicate much with the English doctors, but he knew that the one wasn't as foolish as a cookie like Vicgilli.

Whether it was the physical abnormality he was doing or the thing he wanted to do, he didn't want anyone else to know.

"Hey, Calvin......"

Probably aware of Calvin's nervousness, Virgili suddenly spoke.

"Everything will be fine, I promise. ”

Virgili said.

Calvin smiled at him and said nothing.

After a few moments, Vigili stood up from the side of the bed, intending to pick up the first aid kit that Fugg had left behind. Calvin duly suggested that he needed to go to the bathroom first.

"Oh my God, I don't need my permission to do this, we're not in kindergarten right now...... However, be careful not to toss into your wound again, there is some bleeding from the wound just now. ”

Virgili was not at all suspicious at this time, and he commanded earnestly.

Calvin waved his hand to signal that he had heard, and then closed the bathroom door in front of Virgilli.

The Villa Reed Bathroom, which is used for a seaside holiday, is of course luxurious, with walls and floors covered in cream marble with golden veins, crystal chandeliers and metal ornaments to make the bathroom look magnificent. Calvin didn't care about any of this, and he walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling mirror by the bath, undressed, turned his back, and turned his head to look in the mirror for the reflection of the wound on his back.

The gunshot wounds on his back were certainly horrific - even Calvin himself felt miraculous that he had survived. But the focus was not on the gunshot wounds, of course, but on the two old wounds that looked inconspicuous against the backdrop of the gunshot wounds: the marks left by the wing-to-furnage operation.

The ugly scar beneath the shoulder blade was inflamed and swollen, and Calvin could feel the pain as if it had been burned by fire.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and gritted his teeth.

He stretched out his arm around his shoulder, reaching for one of the wounds in a rather awkward way.

"Hoo ......"

The muscles in his jaw were tense, his breath was hot, and tiny beads of sweat oozed from his pale skin.

The pain is getting worse.

His fingertips were embedded in the red and swollen scar, and he pressed carefully, searching for the slightest strangeness he had noticed.

That's right, strange.

Calvin felt as if something had been pressed against his back as he had been pressed down on the bed, like a small pea, of course, a pea had sprung against his shoulder blade.

At first, Calvin didn't realize there was anything wrong with it, until at one point, when his brain, which had been slightly overheated by Virgilly, finally calmed down, he suddenly remembered where that foreign body feeling came from.

For more than a decade before he cut off his damn wings, he endured the horrible feeling of a foreign body all the time.

When he lies flat, his shoulder blades also hurt.

The heavy, cumbersome wings between him and the sheets kept him awake at night.

Of course, the foreign body sensation that Calvin felt right now was not obvious, but as someone who had spent countless years with the deformity behind his back, Calvin knew that something had grown on his back, and that damn thing was on his shoulder blades, where those two scars were.

A streak of crimson blood ran down Calvin's back, slowly down the undulating, slightly trembling muscles.

Calvin exhales and inhales in small rhythmic voices, his heart beating fast.

Time seems to be stretched out indefinitely.

Calvin's fingertips touched swollen flesh, wet and gooey blood, and ......

A small piece of hard stuff.

The moment he touched the thing, Calvin felt every nerve in his body bounce a little.

He felt as if his blood was burning, and a white mark flashed in front of his eyes.

In a short moment, he completely lost control of his body. Like a string-pulling doll that had been cut off, Calvin slammed to the ground.

"Calvin?!"

When Calvin fell, he accidentally knocked over the heavy spiral metal trim frame next to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the roar he emitted quickly alarmed Virgilli.

The young man with mint green eyes didn't hesitate much, kicked open the door of the bathroom and rushed in.

"Oh my God, Calvin, what's wrong with you?!"

Vigili screamed, but the sound fell to Calvin's ears as vaguely as the sound of a radio barely coming through three layers of glass—with hissing white noise.

"I ...... Damn it...... Wings ......"

Calvin's eyes were dark.

He struggled to speak, but the corners of his mouth slipped out of his mouth and were only fragmented words.

It wasn't until Virgili held him in his arms that Calvin realized that he was involuntarily spasming.

The intense irritation from the wound on his shoulder blade still lingered, constantly washing away his spirit.

Calvin felt as if he had been thrown into a boiling pot of electricity. For a moment, it was as if he had suddenly fallen back into the nightmare of his childhood, many, many years ago. His body began to weaken and emaciate, and the cloudy rain fell from the sky and flapped on his two maggots that kept crawling out.

He lay there, staring at the sky, feeling like he had reached hell.

Oh no –

He thought vaguely.

Maybe he never left that plane, growing up, Dr. Holden, Izak, Virgil, and Isha...... Everything may have been his hallucination.

He had stayed there from the beginning, in the dirty back alley under the heavy rain, among the two heavy pieces of carrion.

And at that moment, in Calvin's completely distorted field of vision, full of beating streaks and spots, suddenly a pale face appeared.

Calvin saw Isha.

The body of the young girl was bent in half, like an upside-down U-shape.

Red blood trickled out of his eye sockets, flowing backwards across his forehead, which was covered with corpse spots, and disappeared into the hairline where a small piece of his scalp had been broken.

The girl's pupils were blood-red, and small beige bugs kept pouring out of her ears and lips.

(I still have some homework to do, and I think I should probably go-)

She said to Calvin.

As she spoke, a rotting stench erupted from her mouth.

(That fire is cool, Brother Calvin, and I thank you.) I think all of us will thank you. But there are still things that have not been done, you should finish it, that is important, remember what I said, there are still some things that have not been done -)

"Click, click. ”

Isha spun her body, and from the rotting corpse came the sound of bones shattering, skin tearing, and Calvin couldn't move as he looked at the girl in front of him—more pale arms and calves protruding from the bent body, the slender shape of the bones suggesting that their owners should have been young children.

The arms and calves popped out of Isha's sides without hesitation, blood on her skin.

Isha let out a scream of pain.

She fell to the ground, but the arms began to wriggle on the ground.

A large, humanoid worm with a human arm as a slender foot appeared.

Calvin's gasping was getting worse and worse, and now he couldn't hear the call from Virgilli.

Piercing electronic music rang out, and a child who seemed to be screaming sang in the midst of fragmented music:

“knock! knock!

hoit

mommy’ s home!

open the door!

it’’s open the door……”

A red door appears behind Isa.

It was an ordinary door, and it looked completely indistinguishable from all the red apartment doors in the world.

It looked boring and inexpensive, with a thin plywood door panel with a brass handle that looked like it had been used for a long time.

"No ......"

Calvin groaned hard.

"Don't ...... Open the door ......"

Intense fear and ominous premonitions overwhelmed every muscle of him.

He didn't know what the door represented, but he instinctively felt that it was something that shouldn't be opened.

But Isha ...... Or rather, the worm still squirmed towards the door without hesitation.

"Don't ......"

The handle on the red door slowly began to turn, as if someone was twisting the handle behind it.

"Crunch—"

In the midst of the chaos, Calvin could clearly hear the slight grinding of the weathered shaft as the door opened.

Behind the door was darkness.

But the darkness made Calvin tremble even more, and the pain in his back almost killed him, and he wanted to vomit and cry so strongly that he fell backwards out of the door and went a little farther away.

Calvin even suspected that he had peed his pants.

It is a stench and filth that cannot be described in words, nor can it be summed up by human reason.

But Isha didn't hesitate to crawl into the darkness that the light couldn't get close to.

Calvin watched everything in front of him, and the next second, a stream of heat spewed out of his throat with a sour stench, and he vomited, which lightened the filth that almost suffocated him a little, and it was in this short moment that he felt as if he saw the thing behind the door.

It was a figure.

Emaciated, tall, and shrouded in misty darkness, Calvin knew it would be a young man.

The man stood quietly behind the red door, one hand gently gripping the brass handle.

When Isa's last arm disappeared into the chaotic darkness, it silently closed the door.

Calvin felt that ...... Something, the figure or something, seemed to glance at him the moment the door was closed, as if intentionally or not.

Calvin ...... Calvin...... Wake up...... What the hell have you done to yourself......"

I don't know how long it took, but Vigilli's voice slowly drifted down from the other world.

Calvin's pupils tightened suddenly, and he looked at the young man in front of him expressionlessly.

That's Virgilly.

The air was filled with the aroma of high-grade incense and the strong smell of rust, and the temperature was suitable, but Calvin still felt the cold, the light was blinding, and the color gradually returned to Calvin's vision.

Calvin returned to this world.

But he didn't feel good.

"What the hell did you do?!"

Vigilli's face was pale like a ghost, and he looked terrified and frightened, with Calvin's blood stained on his face and body.

"I ......"

Calvin looked at Virgili sluggishly.

"I have something on my back. ”

He was stunned for a moment, then shuddered and moved his face closer to Vigilli, who spoke unusually quietly, his voice so low that it was almost a whisper.

Virgili frowned.

Of course, he couldn't ignore that Calvin was wrong at this moment.

His angel seemed to suddenly turn into a child, a strange glimmer of light in the pair of purple pupils that could almost engulf him completely.

Calvin's current performance can even be described as insane.

"Damn. ”

Virgili let out a curse and closed his eyes......

And when he opened his eyes again, the color of his pupils became more intense, and the expression on his face became stiff and cold.

Fugg appeared.

"Calvin. ”

He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Calvin's eyes, and after finding that the young man in his arms had barely reacted to the fingers in front of his eyeball, Fugg gave a heavy press on the veins in the back of Calvin's neck.

After a few seconds, Fugg's arm bent heavily.

Calvin turned his face sideways, fainting in his arms.

"Look at the good you have done, dear Mr. Virgilli. ”

Fugg whispered.

His voice felt like it had been fished straight out of venom.

Then he turned Calvin's body over and examined Calvin's back with unusual calm. And the moment his eyes touched the wound on Calvin's back, even Fuge, who had no emotional fluctuations and was like a robot, stiffened for a moment.

From the wound that Calvin himself had torn open, a small piece of white was revealed.

Fugg's body trembled slightly, he couldn't mistake what it was.

It was a feather.

White, sacred, delicate feathers. 166 Reading Network