"How do you do that?"

Calvin pressed the back of his hand, and the force that seemed to be pierced into him as fiercely as if it was being stabbed by an electric current still lingered in his body, so that even now, Calvin's hand that had been held down before was still trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"I guess, just an instinct?"

"Red Deer" smiled at Calvin in the dark.

Then, both of them looked at the interior of the house at the same time. The light is dim and the electricity has failed, but it is for this reason that it is necessary to keep the room dark so as not to attract attention from the outside world.

If it had been Calvin before, I am afraid that this situation would have been a little difficult, but for Calvin and Vicili at this time, darkness is not too much of a problem.

Calvin felt a little heavy on his back—he always wore an extraordinarily wide army-green coat when he was out, and then covered the wings behind his back. To most people, he looks like a hunched weirdo, or has a lump on his back.

The coat had helped him as his wings had grown, but in this moment, it was too heavy for Calvin to bear.

Calvin involuntarily waved his wings, and his coat fell off his body.

His wings stretched out, and it was at this moment that Calvin found his vision clear. The silhouettes of furniture in the shadows seem to rise slowly from a dark pool, revealing their original silhouettes.

As Calvin and Red Deer commented when they saw the house in their car, Pastor Crow was not the kind of man who would treat himself badly to lead an ascetic life (of course, according to the articles in the community newspaper, Reverend Crow was a simple, unpretentious, and noble man who adhered to his beliefs).

All the furniture looks old—but not the old ones, but the antique ones.

The sofa is made of cowhide and has faded to a pretty orange-red, and the minimalist design proves that it comes from a well-known structuralist master of the last century. Calvin had seen something similar in an art auction book.

The wooden floors smelled of wood wax oil, apparently freshly cared for, warm and shiny. A classical-style hand-woven wool rug sits flat against a wooden floor, on which a coffee table in the shape of geometric glass sits haphazardly.

An old glass lamp stood quietly next to the sofa, like an emaciated figure.

Calvin could see everything in the room clearly, and probably because it was so clear, he couldn't help but look back at his wings—they didn't shine a damn light, which made Calvin breathe a sigh of relief.

Calvin lowered his eyes, he didn't know why he had to spread his wings, but his instinct told him he should.

As for his suddenly acutely sharp sight and hearing, Calvin had attributed them to the after-effects of "strength."

Oh yes, the urge and ability he used to destroy the entire community's electrical infrastructure was only part of the aftermath. At least that's what Calvin thinks at the moment.

Calvin kept his wings hanging low and walked into the depths of the house.

"Red Deer" witnessed all of Calvin's actions, and he gazed obsessively at his "angel" beside him.

"I think the 'noble' pastor might be more useful alive – if he could see you in this moment, he would probably be able to offer his soul directly to you. ”

"Why would I need that kind of thing?"

Calvin lowered his voice and said in disgust.

The uneasiness that made him nervous involuntarily tense did not diminish after he entered the house, but only intensified.

Like a nervous victim paranoid, he couldn't stop scanning every detail of the dimly lit living room, dining room, and reception room. Eventually, Calvin paused.

Yes......

It's air.

Something that didn't quite fit in with the low-key but expensive furnishings of Reverend Crow's house was the air in the room.

There was a faint fishy smell floating in the still, chaotic air.

From the moment he entered the door, Calvin had always felt that the airflow in the room was very stagnant, but at that time he always thought that it was because the power was cut off and the central air conditioner stopped working.

But now he found out why.

On the antique table by the window stands a white vase with large bouquets of white roses and lilies.

Calvin stepped forward and reached out to touch the petals.

The petals are still soft, fresh and delicate, giving off a fragrance that is almost rancid.

Calvin felt a slight tension down his spine.

The state of these flowers indicates that they have just been inserted into the vase...... According to their previous judgment of Pastor Crowe, the older pastor would probably only be able to return here on weekends.

But these bouquets hint at the fact that there has always been someone to clean and take care of it regularly.

However, the air flow Calvin felt was suffocating, the man who cleaned it regularly had never opened the window or the door, and most of the gloomy first floor had not been used by anyone.

"Calvin, did you find anything?"

"I don't like the way this house feels to me. ”

Calvin's fingers rested on the white petals, and he whispered with a frown.

"I don't think I like it here either. It stinks......"

"Red Deer" sniffled beside Calvin and muttered disgust on his face.

"These flowers are fragrant...... Who would put such a smelly flower in a closed room? It's like trying to overshadow something. ”

Calvin muttered as he stared at the delicate stamens of his fingertips.

He then began to wander around the first floor like a ghost, thinking he would find the door to the basement, but strangely he didn't find anything.

It looks like the most normal of rich people's houses: low-key luxury antique furniture, cleaning staff who come to take care of the rooms regularly, and the man who only comes back once in a long time......

And those fragrant flowers.

Calvin walked up the stairs to the second floor.

There were only three small rooms on the second floor, one of which was a prayer room, and Calvin only pushed it open and looked at it, and his face turned pale—in the prayer room he could vaguely see a sculpture of himself, which was placed with the so-called "Virgin", "Father" and "Son".

Calvin's mind conjured up the strange withered faces of Rosa and Daniel, and Joshua's distorted demeanor that could not be forgotten.

"There's nothing here. ”

Once again, "Red Deer" pressed Calvin's cold hand and told him to close the door.

"I know. ”

Calvin replied stiffly.

God knows that his own back was already covered with cold sweat.

He then opened the Reverend Crow's bedroom, all furnished in the same style as downstairs.

"Red Deer" groped curiously on the large bed, and then he gave Calvin a strange sneer.

"Island Cotton—God, the Adventists are richer than I thought. ”

Calvin ignored him and focused on searching for something else.

But like the prayer room, he got nothing this time.

Before opening the third room, Calvin involuntarily tightened his grip on the key.

This was a very important key, otherwise Priest Crow would not have kept it alone in his wallet, and each key should have its own lock, and when he opened the third room, Calvin would almost have thought that his key corresponded to the third room, and he would have seen a series of terrible facts that he had expected.

But......

"Click-"

The key in Calvin's hand was stuck in the keyhole of the third door;

"Looks like we still haven't found the door. ”

"Red Deer" said to Calvin with his hands around his chest.

Calvin's face was ugly.

With the slight flick of his wings, the ripples of "power" were poured into the keyhole by him.

Seconds later, the room locked by Pastor Crowe appeared in front of Calvin and the Red Deer. This is his study, obviously. Calvin found Reverend Crow's desk behind the stacked shelves. The oak desk was a little messy with notebooks instead of a normal home computer.

It's because it's not safe, Calvin thought.

Technology has always evolved, but just looking at the notebooks on the desks makes you aware that Pastor Crow is concerned about the information that has been recorded.

He was even so worried that he couldn't store them electronically, instead using his own pen, word by word, in a notebook.

He was indeed hiding something.

On the desk, most conspicuously, there was a notebook spread out, a pen resting in the middle of it, apparently still working before Pastor Crowe left—and it never occurred to him that one day he might never be able to sit back in his place as usual.

Calvin's eyes sank, and his heart beat a little.

There must have been something he wanted in those notebooks, Calvin thought.

Then he looked through the handwritten notebooks as a matter of course.

[I have sinned,]

The first thing Calvin saw was this line.

His fingers trembled slightly.

Then he went on.

"I really feel bad on October 21. No matter how many times I wash my hands, I can still feel the stickiness of blood clotting on my skin. Corris told me it was okay, it was normal. I hope to be able to convince myself that too. Some of those girls are very well-behaved, like angels, but some of them are little devils. I don't know how the damned nuns were chosen, but they would tell us that these little girls would be good seedlings. The worst thing about modern society is that those children are matured prematurely, and they are no longer pure. That's why I can't control my emotions......] 166 Reading Network