After arriving at the safe house that Joyce was talking about, everyone understood why Joyce had never mentioned it before.

"God, is the federal government really short of money?"

Han frowned as he stared at the crumbling door and muttered.

The so-called safe house is actually just the most typical cheap apartment you can imagine, located in the heart of the city center, where the crime rate is most terrifying. Probably only people who have completely failed in life would be willing to stay in such a ghost place - in fact, in Han's opinion, even a homeless person sleeping on the street would not want to stay here.

Walking through those unusually narrow and dimly lit corridors, it's hard not to even scratch the gum and dirt that other people are sticking to the walls. Not to mention the smell of high concentrations of illegal drugs in the air, as well as the strong smell of urine.

Joyce pursed the corners of her lips.

With a look of disgust, he stopped in front of an unremarkable door in the long hallway, then kicked open the garbage and syringes piled up in the doorway, and pressed the fingerprint identification lock disguised as a doorbell.

The door opened, and a musty smell mixed with dust greeted me, but the smell was even fresher than the smell in the hallway.

Calvin walked in with Isaac on his back, and the soft, soft light that had been shining from beneath his skin was gone.

But the cold, alienated, and sacred aura has not yet completely faded.

Along the way, Joyce and Han always can't control their reverence when confronted by him.

Joyce was even ashamed to let Calvin into such a humble room—he now vaguely understood why hundreds of years ago someone would have gone to great lengths to create holy relics out of endless gems and gold for religion.

When you actually come face to face with an angel, you can't control the urge to give it all.

Calvin himself, on the other hand, seemed unconcerned about everything around him.

He swept away the crumpled sheets, which were still strangely stained, and laid down Isaac, who was still pale and in a deep coma.

Calvin stood at the head of Isaac's bed for a long time, and the power was slowly fading in his body like a low tide.

The intense feeling of exhaustion and hunger made Calvin feel weak for a long time.

He saved Isaac.

He dragged the dead Isaac straight back from the Grim Reaper's hands - with his own power.

This caused Calvin to feel both joy and panic at the same time.

He didn't know how he did it......

Thinking of this, his vision suddenly blurred, and he stumbled and almost fell.

But a warm and strong embrace caught him.

"You need to relax, Calvin, you need to rest. ”

When Red Deer said this, it even sounded a little reproachful.

But his words were like some kind of magical magic, and as soon as the words fell, Calvin felt that his whole body was collapsed, and the whole person seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and fell directly into the arms of the red deer.

Yes, for the time being, they are safe.

And Isaac is still alive.

It wasn't until this moment that Calvin finally had a sense of reality for the rest of his life.

"Yes, I think, I ...... I need to lie down for a while. ”

Calvin said he was exhausted.

Red Deer hugged him and led him to another corner of the room.

"No, I ......"

Calvin struggled for a moment, but his movements were so weak that Red Deer didn't even need to exert any effort to completely control him.

"I know you want to stay with Isaac, but then you're going to have to focus all your attention on him and still don't get any rest in the end. Red Deer held out a finger to Calvin's lips, stopping all possible remarks, "Calm down, and then rest for a while, I swear I'll find a way to take care of him." It's like you've always known it. ”

Calvin relaxed, his vision blurred so much that he could barely see the red deer's face.

There was a dirty couch in the corner, and Red Deer took off his coat and put it on the couch cover, and then let Calvin lie down, and after a few minutes, Calvin closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep—or maybe he simply fell into a coma.

The "power" that remained in Calvin's body did not completely withdraw from him until this time.

Calvin dreamed.

No, it wasn't so much a dream as an unusually long conversation slowly rising from the deepest part of his sea of memories.

It was a night.

It was already late in the night, and Calvin dreamed that his young self jumped out of bed in terror, probably because he had a nightmare or just wanted to go to the bathroom.

The little boy stumbled out of his room barefoot, rubbing his eyes, and on the other bed in the room, Isaac, who was also just a child, was sleeping soundly.

In the dream, there was even a residual feeling of heaviness from wings behind him. He smelled a thick smell of potion emanating from the damn deformity. This is what happened after he had just been taken in by Dr. Holden.

"He" silently walked down the hallway, down the stairs that were now unfamiliar to Calvin. Dr. Holden's office was in the corner of the first floor, the door was not completely closed, and the light cast a thin light in the hallway.

"He" knew that Dr. Holden was not asleep, but just as "he" was about to push the door open and walk in, he heard another man's voice sound.

"You're going crazy, Holden, you're completely crazy. ”

The man's voice frightened young Calvin.

"He" thus stood stiffly in the shadows outside the door, motionless in terror.

And the argument in Dr. Holden's office continues.

"Eric, calm down......"

Dr. Holden spoke next.

"Damn, how did you calm me down?! You let him live, I thought even an idiot knew that what you really should have done was to kill him. So there's no problem—"

"You know how unique he is. I can't do that, my friend, I can't do it, he's not a human creature, just by seeing him you can feel that. ”

"Fuck unique, don't tell me you don't know, Subject Two is still in the sink, he's doing well, and your successor is stupid and incompetent, but he's getting what he wants. Yes, you and I both know that we're about to have a clone of him that looks exactly like him. As for him, you'd better deal with him quickly, he's already caught the world's attention! If any one of them chases him and finds you, think of the terrible consequences, everything we've done before will be completely undone!"

"Eric ......"

Dr. Holden's voice seemed so weak that Calvin had never imagined.

It's as if even he himself is wandering whether or not he really wants to kill the "him" in the conversation.

The other person in the room, his will was as strong and burning as a flame.

"Holden, don't go any further. Think of Isaac, what a sweet lad he is, and what you really need to protect right now is your son, not a monster that could destroy the world. Don't forget how much work it took us to get you out, out of that damn institute, out of that terrifying, precarious experiment...... Didn't you tell me, henceforth to hell with those blasphemous experiments! But now you are ...... God, I want to shoot you in the head and see what's inside. ”

"That's exactly what I hesitated, Eric, I can't do it," Dr. Holden's voice paused, as if gathering strength, "...... I was terrified. I thought I had forgotten everything I had used to be, and that I was no longer Senior Head of Research Holden, but just a regular 'Holden Doctor'. But even so, he appeared. Can you believe it's a coincidence? I can't. I think there's something in the dark that wants me to get everything back to right, he's very important, and I can feel that if there's really a God in this world, I believe it's God who has made him reappear to me, yes, it's God's will. ”

"Bang-" sounded, and something in the room seemed to shatter.

Calvin didn't understand the argument in the room at all.

He was just worried that his presence would anger Dr. Holden, and he was scared because he sensed that Dr. Holden was arguing with the others. Any child who has grown up like him knows that angering an adult who is arguing with someone else can have terrible consequences (a swearing or a beating will always be the perfect outlet for angry parents), so he quickly rubbed his eyes and slipped away from Dr. Holden's office door, and by the next day he had little memory of what he had heard the night before (after all, Dr. Holden was so kind and kind to him). By the third day, Calvin had no memory of it—until now.

Calvin finally remembered that every detail of that old memory was so clear.

Even in his dreams, Calvin kept his composure.

At this age, he finally understood the quarrel, and the other man in the room, the unusually irascible man, had shot Isaac several times with a gun today, and almost beat him to a pile of rotten flesh with Redbeard.

What he saw in Joshua's memory was not a false past, but a reality that had happened.

Eric the Redbeard did participate in the human trials that began many years ago, and his father, who gave him a warm family, always told him that he needed to choose the right path...... He was once part of that evil test.

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