Calvin felt that he should not recognize Isha.

In his memory, Isha was still the same little girl with ginger hair and a somewhat mature manners, she may have been a little malnourished, of course, all girls who grew up in that environment were a little malnourished, but no one could deny that one day Isha would become a beautiful girl, with beautiful eyes and a very three-dimensional face, such a girl would be enough to fascinate all the boys in the school by the time she was sixteen......

It was a future that Isha couldn't have—even if others had envisioned it for her.

But now Isha had become an ugly lump of flesh on a hospital bed, her tiny body and emaciated countenance reminding Calvin of a freshly dug mummy in Peru—bloodless skin like a mummy, swollen from the beating. The sweet, metallic smell of blood and the stench of rotting flesh were both exuding from the girl's body, and Calvin almost vomited it out.

A large amount of blood poured out of Isha's abdomen, soaking the bed like gurgling water, and the crimson liquid pooled into a pool of blood under the cold and humble bed, tick-tock, tick-tock...... The thin blanket that covered Isha's body was theoretically supposed to be a pale blue with a clean scent, but at this moment it was just a scarlet, heavy, sticky shroud.

Isa's ghost was standing beside the bed, her arms outstretched, and her bloody fingertips pointed at Calvin.

Calvin slid a sharp step to the side, and a strong wind brushed his cheek.

The stench of the middle-aged man's sweat surged over him, and Calvin dodged the punches that came at him. The attack came from the fat priest, the man's facial muscles contorted, beads of sweat rolling from the trembling flesh.

"Oh, you demon!"

He let out a slurred pig-like scream and lunged at Calvin again. His big man and his fangs and claws looked a little intimidating, but for someone like Calvin, Mr. Priest's vain steps perfectly revealed the fact that he hadn't been to the gym in a long time.

Without hesitation, Calvin kicked him in the crotch, and then punched him in the temple as the man clutched his lower abdomen and slumped up.

A thin stream of blood spurted from the priest's nose and lips, and he probably bit his tongue out, and then he collapsed like a pig in a factory.

Calvin looked over to the bed again, his pupils dilated slightly—no blood, no mummy-like pieces of flesh, no ghosts.

Isha lay pale on the hospital bed, covered with a pale blue quilt.

A transparent ventilator was over her mouth and nose, and her arms were thin peeking out from under her hospital gown.

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed and her head slightly tilted, almost as if she had just fallen asleep.

"Damn it- how dare you- how dare you-"

A scream of fear and panic sliced through the air.

Calvin jerked his head back to see the white-robed woman stumbling up from the ground, screaming and covering her nose with her hands, her nosebleed.

"Someone trespasses, someone trespasses......"

She ran to the other end of the room with her face covered, and Calvin saw the walkie-talkie mounted on the wall.

He immediately chased after the woman, but in this short period of time, the woman had already slapped the call button on the walkie-talkie.

"Help, someone's breaking in, come on—"

She shouted incoherently into the pitch-black screen.

However, there was no response from the other side of the screen, which should have lit up immediately.

"Squeak-cluck-cluck-cluck-z-"

After a few seconds, the green display light, which represents the normal line, flashed continuously on the surface of the black plastic, and the honeycomb-shaped amplifier sounded an unusually harsh sound of some kind of electricity.

"Hey, you-"

Calvin grimaced the woman from behind.

What he wanted to know was what was going on here.

The woman was pressed against the wall by him.

"You'd better fucking be honest and tell me what the hell you guys did?!"

Calvin gritted his teeth and stared word by word at the woman whose lower half of her face had been stained red with nosebleeds.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, this is the Adventist internal hospital, the girls are sick, we're just looking after these poor kids......"

The woman blinked nervously, and she said quickly to Calvin.

But she paused before she could finish her sentence.

From Calvin's point of view, only the woman's eyes could be seen for a moment enlarged by extreme horror.

"I don't like torturing people, tell me the truth!"

Calvin roared angrily, but the woman's gaze went straight over him and landed behind him.

"How is that possible...... Oh, my God...... No, no...... The Child of Light will bless me, and the Child of Light will bless me, regardless of my affairs......"

The woman suddenly began to mumble inexplicably, sweat soaking her face.

"No—" She cried out suddenly, the cold sweat on her neck soaked with oil.

Calvin felt her writhe hard, then wrenched out of his grasp. The woman ran to the other side, and it was only then that Calvin realized that there was a door on the other side of the room, but unlike the ornate door he entered, the door was only a gray metal fireproof panel, apparently only an emergency exit (although it seems that this door is the real entrance in everyday use).

And now, that door is locked.

"No, no......" The woman tugged at the doorknob back and forth, not understanding why the door that had been fine before had been locked without her noticing.

"Zizi-zizi-zi-"

The strange sound of the walkie-talkie came from behind the door, and the woman took a step back in horror to see the scarlet droplets of bean-sized water slowly pouring out of the crack in the door.

"Hee-hee-hee...... Hee-hee......"

Small, girl's laughter rang in her ears.

The woman froze completely in place because of the fear.

Then her head hurt, and the whole person was pulled straight backwards by a force-

"Don't pretend to be crazy and stupid, tell me what you're doing?!"

Calvin yelled, and he grabbed the white-robed woman by the hair and dragged her toward Isa's bed.

The woman struggled in his hands like a dying fish.

"I don't know anything...... I swear, I don't know anything...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Oh my God, they just told me that there were some girls who needed to be taken care of......"

The white-robed woman's feet kicked in vain on the ground, but as she screamed, her eyes did not fall on Calvin.

"Smack......

There was a loud slap.

Calvin withdrew his hand, forcing the woman to meet his gaze, and the latter's face quickly appeared with palm prints, her face swollen, and her nosebleed spurted out like a broken faucet.

But eventually, she recovered from that crazy look.

She gasped heavily, tears floating in her eyes.

"I ...... I was just...... I thought it was just some of the little girls who were being cared for who were sick...... Then I found out that they had done this to these kids...... I...... I thought about calling the police, but they kept threatening me...... It's a bunch of powerful people, and I can't help it...... I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

She apologized incessantly.

Behind Calvin, Isha's body trembled slightly.

At this moment, a dark shadow slowly emerged from behind Calvin.

The fat priest with a bloodied face, his eyes red, he approached Calvin step by step, holding a Glock 19 in his hand. His hands shook from pain and panic, but he swore he knew how to shoot.

Maybe his accuracy is not good, but with a few more trigger pulls, the problem will always be solved.

The priest felt as if something was in his throat, and he desperately held his breath to keep Calvin, who was questioning, from spotting him.

And just as he slowly pulled the trigger, a pair of cold, thin hands silently reached out from behind his back and covered his wrists.

"Hee-hee. ”

The girl's hoarse laughter rang in his ears viciously.

A shadow crossed the corner of the priest's eye.

Tick –

Cold, fishy-smelling liquid dripped down the back of his neck.

The priest jerked his head up, then could no longer control his breathing and let out a gasp.

He saw a swollen, rotting face.

The blonde hair had lost its luster, the white skulls had been stained with moss, and tiny white worms wriggled in the black-red carrion......

"I'm a bad boy, I'm sorry, Lord Pastor, I'm a bad boy. ”

The jaw of that face was open and a swollen tongue fell out.

It spoke to the priest in a vague, unhesitating voice, and it sounded familiar...... Ah, yes, it's familiar.

The priest thought vaguely.

Was it the kid from two years ago or a year ago? He forced the kid to lick him, but it was a damned, uncultured wild cat — he had bitten the priest straight away, leaving a damn, bloody tooth mark on the pastor's fat inner thigh, and the priest was on the verge of losing his precious testicles. It must be said that this frightened the pastor, and in that emotional situation, it is always difficult for people to control their behavior.

Well, the pastor admits that he's a little out of control.

When he reacted, the boy's body was still warm.

When he pulled his phallus from his body, the priest realized that it was covered in blood—the child died two days later.

The priest was sorry, but he was punished—the Adventists managed to bury the boy and demoted him.

The pastor had nightmares for the first few months, but soon he forgot about the child.

Until this moment. 166 Reading Network