Calvin didn't really want to mention the old woman who was holding the dog (or rather the corpse).

In fact, he regretted the moment he spoke of her, that person made him feel uncomfortable, other than that she was a member of the Adventists, and there were other things, something that could not be seen with the naked eye, that made her feel disgusting all over her body.

Calvin's performance was too obvious, and Virgili quickly realized the resistance.

"Don't be afraid, I don't think she'll be aware of your identity. ”

Virgili said.

"I'm not scared of her, I just feel ......"

Calvin paused, and he looked at Virgilli, who looked back at him with a puzzled expression. Inexplicably, Calvin repeated in a bland tone the experiences that Lady Anna had told her in the animal hospital.

“…… She said that the Adventists had made her dog healthy and young again, but I think the crooks just managed to give her another dog. ”

Calvin paused again.

Virgili also had an uncomfortable look on his face, and although he had slit the back leg of a dog with a knife in his kitchen this morning, he seemed to be quite fond of dogs.

"It's disgusting what the Adventists do," said Vicgilli, "and she's so stupidly happy, completely unaware that the dog next to her has already ......"

"Nope. ”

Calvin interrupted Virgili with a slight sharp point.

He was silent for a moment before he spoke, "I think she knows." ”

"What does she know? Wait, you mean, she knows it's not her dog?"

"I saw her dog, I mean, her original dog. ”

Calvin unconsciously tugged at the back of his hand, and his mind kept on reminding of the old dog, the real dog named Darling, licking the back of the old woman's hand with his rotten tongue.

Goosebumps broke out of his body.

Virgili observed Calvin with some concern. He could see that Calvin wasn't in a good shape right now.

He really shouldn't have turned Calvin's attention to that damn old Adventist slut, Virgili said to himself.

But he did freak out at the time.

Virgili had always been a consummate liar, he had never shown his feet, he had never been noticed for his ugly and twisted true face (not counting the other personalities with whom he shared emotions and memories), but just now, Calvin seemed to realize something.

Although Virgilli successfully and skillfully used all his body movements and words to fool the past, once the rift existed, it only cracked deeper and deeper, and it was impossible to return to its original state.

Virgili couldn't bear the consequences—Calvin discovered the face behind his mask.

No longer the young, gentle, shy and cute young man Vigilli, but the liar Vigilly.

Just thinking about that scene made Vigili tremble at the ecstasy.

He had always longed for Calvin to see him, the real him.

Then he can tear off his disguise with impunity and open his truth to Calvin completely.

But before that, he had to maintain subtle, even relentless, absolute restraint.

It's like playing dominoes, and you have to put everything together before you can push down the last card with your fingertips, and then spend a lot of time and mind building that extremely fragile but beautiful shape, card by card.

That great joy comes from the long design and waiting, and, the vulnerability.

It's as fragile as Calvin is now.

Before all the graphics are built, a small mistake will cause the scene to collapse completely, and the last of the supreme happiness will be lost. So Virgili has to be very careful.

Virgili tensed his muscles, trying to calm his emotions and heartbeat.

Still, he made a mistake.

The green-eyed liar said to himself.

He wasn't supposed to remind Calvin of the things that made him unpleasant.

Virgili didn't like Calvin the way he looked now, even if the latter's appearance was so delicious—

Calvin, who was now pale as paper, sat down on the corner of the couch with his knees curled up, an unconscious gesture that showed his insecurity.

"Calvin?"

Virgili called weakly, his voice a little hoarse, trying to wake Calvin from his musings.

Calvin was clearly staring at him, but Vigili felt that the other's gaze had skimmed over him and cast him into something more ethereal.

The pair of eyes contained emotions that Vigilli couldn't understand. (Yes, he can mimic those emotions perfectly, but he can never really appreciate them).

"Did Reid tell you...... I ...... occasionally. Occasionally, some shadows that do not belong to humans, or rather, ghosts, can be seen. Calvinliu whispered, but he didn't wait for Virgilli's answer before he continued, "I saw it today, too. ”

"See...... Ghosts?"

"The ghost of that dog. ”

Calvin replied.

He exchanged a glance with Virgilli, his expression becoming odd.

"It's really ...... Can you imagine? It turns out that dogs also have ghosts. But I knew it was Darling, and the woman said she had been raising it since she was a child, and I knew she was telling the truth. But that's what makes me feel bad. ”

Calvin stopped talking again.

Vigili sensed his current vulnerability, and he slowly moved to Calvin's side, reaching out to take Calvin's hand.

"Hey, you don't have to push yourself-"

"That dog doesn't look like Darling at all. ”

Calvin spoke suddenly, as if the words would burn his tongue.

At this moment, even Wei Jili couldn't help but be stunned.

"Wait, you mean, you saw the old ...... Madame's dog, the ghost of a real dog, and it looks nothing like the one that the Advent sluts replaced her?"

Calvin nodded uncomfortably.

"She actually knows. She knows everything. ”

He muttered under his breath.

"Wow...... That's pretty ...... Disgusting. ”

It took a long time for Vicili to squeeze out a sentence.

"It's so hard to understand. Why on earth is that?"

He couldn't help but muttered again, acting like a truly kind art student.

“……”

Calvin did not answer him.

He and Vicili sat on the couch for a moment, and then he shook his head at Virgili with a pale face.

"I felt like I needed some painkillers and my back was hurting. ”

Calvin didn't mention Miss Anna or her hapless old dog again.

Vigili gave Calvin the painkiller he wanted, as well as some lemonade and easily digestible oatmeal.

Calvin meekly ate all the food that Virgili had prepared for him like a young pigeon, and then fell asleep on the bed with a blanket.

The excessive blood loss caused by the gunshot wound made him much weaker than ordinary people, not to mention that the wings on his back were like tumors, absorbing the little vitality left in his body.

Vigili sat on Calvin's bedside for a moment, staring blankly at Calvin's sleeping face.

To be sure, Calvin was not as beautiful as he had been now, and he was so weak, pale, emaciated, and emaciated.

But Vigili found himself in love with him more than ever.

He used up almost all of his willpower so that he wouldn't lean over and nibble on Calvin's bloodless lips like a ghoul devouring food.

[Sometimes, I really want to chop him into pieces like this and swallow it in my stomach one bite at a time. 】

Virgili whispered in his heart.

He thought that he would be attacked by other personalities because of this, but the only thing he waited for was silence.

【……】

[You guys are really...... What a sick bunch. 】

The extreme excitement made him feel a pinprick sting, and he shivered slightly, and his body involuntarily leaned forward in an attempt to get closer to Calvin.

But in the end, he managed to control his actions (even if it caused his muscles to spasm).

"Have a good dream. ”

Vigili whispered, and left Calvin's bedroom.

Unbeknownst to him, Calvin frowned tightly in his sleep after he left, his eyeballs moving abnormally under his eyelids, and his expression gradually becoming painful and hideous.

He was dreaming.

A nightmare.

Calvin dreamed of Darling.

It's just that Darling, who appears in Calvin's eyes now, is not the rotten appearance of a ghost...... But not much better.

It has white hair, not a pretty kind, and because of its age, the hair on its tail and armpits is slightly yellowish. It is clearly not a very beautiful dog, its head is not proportional to its body, and its slightly protruding eyes and drooping ears indicate its mongrel pedigree.

Not to mention, it was thin, very thin, with ribs bulging from its abdomen one by one, and it looked like a dog skeleton from a distance. Calvin guessed it was cancer—he looked at Darling's mouth, which was very embarrassed, with a disgusting lump on its chin, and the cancer had swollen its entire throat, and it had to expose its tongue outside its teeth, drooling down his chin.

Even Calvin, who had absolutely no knowledge of pet medicine, could see the pain, the cancer had left him with no way to eat, and he was suffering from severe pain and hunger. Malnutrition caused the hair on its body to begin to fall off, which made it look even more ugly and disgusting.

Calvin walked slowly forward.

With Darling as the center, the white mist that lingers in the dream builds the outline of reality little by little. 166 Reading Network