“…… Is that you?"

Calvin asked dryly.

Fuge's fingers shook in the air.

[It's my ......]

[It's us.] We were all there. 】

It wrote.

Calvin's gaze was uncontrollably fixed on the word "we," and he looked at the paper as if there was a ghost hidden in the line, and the creepy feeling was like a cold snake crawling slowly across his back.

He licked his lips, and suddenly thought for a little wine—maybe alcohol would tell him when this absurd nightmare would end.

"I don't care if it's your joke or if you're really a fucking psychopath," Calvin began, "and I don't care what you're trying to do - you'd better not have any idea about me, trust me, you don't want to know what will happen to you - in fact I should just knock out your teeth and throw you at Redbeard's playground at this point." ”

"Fugg" rested quietly on the side of "Vigilli's" body, and Calvin didn't know if it had actually heard his threat, and the latter was motionless at this moment, like a dead man's hand.

"You'd better be honest with me if you ever shot at that kid. "

Calvin's voice fell like frozen ice.

[Child?]

Fugg wrote, flicking his fingers lightly on the paper.

If you are talking about the person you mentioned earlier, I can honestly say on behalf of all the people in this body that that terrible thing can never be related to us. From morning to noon, the dominant personality in this body is Histu, but he is just an ordinary male nanny, with a shy personality, and most importantly, the Italian stew he prepares for you today needs to be carefully cooked, and he is by the stove for three whole hours. Sorry, can you give me another piece of paper?]

At the bottom of the paper, "Fuge" pleaded politely in small handwriting.

However, it was this odd politeness that made Calvin feel restless.

Fear and irritability, as well as something that should be called a sense of crisis, brewed a spicy poison in Calvin's chest.

"You're just playing tricks. ”

Calvin lunged at the guy, his fingers aimed at the ligaments of the man's elbow. Calvin swore it was his last temptation, and he wanted to know if the so-called "Fugg" would still show up if he did break the weird man's arm.

Calvin reached out and grabbed "Virgilly" in the elbow and unrelentlessly twisted it towards the other half, "Fugg" gripped the tip of the pen and made deep scratches on the paper.

"Shhh

"Click" ......

In a flash, Calvin's ears heard the crisp sound of human joints being misaligned.

The hand occupied by the personality who claimed to be "Fugg" was wrung aside by Calvin in a rough manner.

The pen fell from Fuge's palm to the ground, and Vigilli's entire body shuddered and let out a muffled, intoned moan.

Calvin stared at the other man's face...... Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the man who had fainted with his head lowered, and he seemed to have been attacked by pain, his face turned pale and his breathing was extremely short.

But all the while, he didn't open his eyes, and he didn't jump up and attack him as Calvin had expected, or abandon his unbelievable disguise and flee.

He spasmed limpily under Calvin's hands like a wounded critter, letting out a subtle and almost negligible struggle.

Calvin looked at such a "Virgilly" that he felt that his feet were standing in the cold water.

"Damn. ”

He muttered.

After a moment's hesitation, Calvin cautiously opened Vicilly's eyelids, and he observed the latter's eyeball, reluctantly confirming that Virgili was indeed unconscious.

And at this moment, the pain expressed by this man undoubtedly stirred up a long-lost guilt in Calvin's heart.

"Fuck ......"

Calvin couldn't help but curse.

“…… Are you still here?" After a pause of a few seconds, Calvin spoke dryly, "Fugg?"

……

……

……

The air in this room grew heavy.

There was a gap between the railing of the window and the glass, a drunken man laughing and babbling like a madman in the narrow street below, and a little farther away the sound of cars and crowds. Noise crept in through the cracks, thickening the silence in the room.

"Virgilly" lay motionless, one hand strangely bent to the side, beads of sweat secreted by pain pooling into small droplets on the man's sickly pale skin.

As the sun approached noon, Calvin's apartment was refracted by a piece of cheap ornament that fell on the body of "Virgilli".

On the handsome face of "Wei Jili", the bead of sweat was shining.

For a short moment, Calvin's eyes even had an artistic sense of painting...... Although Calvin's only concern at this time was whether "Virgilli" was really dead. After all, the dazzling handwriting of "Fuge" and the obvious son-in-law of Wei Jili last night all showed this specific and sturdy body, as for a wealthy family.

And those who have money are always more vulnerable.

Calvin rubbed his wrist joint.

"Hey, you're really unconscious, aren't you?"

He felt a little stupid, but he couldn't help but walk towards "Virgilly", and then he lowered his head, stared at the latter's hand and whispered.

“……”

"Vigilli's" head was leaning lifelessly on the dusty carpet.

Calvin felt himself swallow a bitter mouthful of saliva.

All right. Finally, it was his turn.

Calvin said to himself in his own mind.

The people who lived in the area would "occasionally" accidentally injure someone - and it was with these people that Dr. Holden relied on to feed him and Isaac.

"No big deal. ”

Calvin muttered, relieved that his voice wasn't shaking.

He bent down and held up the corpse of "Virgilly...... No, the body (Calvin was relieved to feel the man's heartbeat and question when he touched "Virgilly" - thank God), and then he dragged the unconscious multiple personality patient onto the couch.

However, the worn-out second-hand sofa seemed a little too short for "Vicili," and "Vicili" slammed his knee on the coffee table as Calvin tried to shove him onto the sofa.

"Good...... Painful ......"

Calvin's body stiffened, and he looked up to see the man on the couch frowning tightly, his face distorted and a weak moan spilling from his thin lips.