Calvin saw Isha again in his dream.

He seemed to be back in Vigilli's kitchen, he pushed open the refrigerator and saw Isha with her back to him. The difference was that this time he didn't fall in a panic, nor did he knock over the expensive dishes on the ground in a panic.

His mood was very calm, and with pity and regret, he reached out and took Isha's hand and pulled her out from behind the refrigerator.

The moment his hand touched Isa, the girl's blood-stained dress returned to its original color, and the blood stains on her hair faded in the soft light, revealing her beautiful long ginger hair.

[Come——]

Isa's expression became serene, and she stared up at Calvin, her childish cheeks filled with the innocence of a thirteen-year-old child and the understanding and compassion of a great wise man.

She led Calvin out of Vigilli's house step by step, but outside the door was not the tree-lined street that Calvin remembered, but a depressed, cold town in the desert.

The whole town was shrouded in yellow sand, the dilapidated buildings were faintly in the wind, and the sun was white and low in the air. At the end of these corpse-like buildings, a majestic church, the lawn in front of the church had completely withered, layer after layer of flies covered the charred ground, and the fountain in the small square spewed dark red plasma as viscous as oil.

Isha breezily skirted the filthy area and led Calvin to the interior of the church.

Upon entering the church, Calvin noticed that there seemed to have been a fire, the majestic exterior was a rotten interior that had been burned black, the elaborate frescoes on the tall dome had been reduced to nothing, the huge cross hung crumblingly in the center of the hall, and the black tar was slowly dripping down the uneven wood.

Isha stopped at the foot of the cross and slowly turned around.

[Brother Calvin,] her expression was very serene, and her voice sounded ethereal as if it came from the clouds, "You're going to come here to find me, right?"

Calvin reached out and stroked Isa's hair. His mind flooded with countless fragments: dim light, men in black robes, rough sweaty hands, sweat sliding across his skin, men's distorted faces......

The intense emotions, disgust, hatred, and despair flooded Calvin's soul, but amazingly, he felt himself accepting it all very calmly, like the sea containing a polluted river, like the atmosphere diluting the poisonous smoke......

"Yes, I will. I will put an end to this sin, and you will return to our heavenly garden, where you will enjoy eternal peace and pleasure. ”

Calvin heard himself.

He was somewhat surprised to find that the sounds coming from his throat were as sharp and bright as they were made by striking each other with metal, unusually majestic and cold.

Tears welled up in Isa's eyes, and she kissed the back of Calvin's hand, and the figure faded into a blur.

And I will be there forever praising your glory and majesty. 】

She whispered, and vanished.

……

Calvin opened his eyes in bed.

He stared at the ceiling, his body trembling under the futon.

"Isa......

He whispered the name, his face moistened.

His heart was beating like it was about to explode in the next second, and he was breathing heavily, but his body couldn't move at all.

"Yi ...... Isha ......"

The moment he woke up from the dream, he felt the thick evil and the girl's disappearance very vividly, and even for a long time after waking up, he was still immersed in the nightmare, completely unable to break free.

"Calvin, are you awake?"

Someone pushed the door open, and he asked eagerly as he stood beside Calvin's bed.

The dry, warm palm caressed Calvin's forehead, and then the pair of deep, turquoise eyes.

It took Calvin a while to realize that the man was Reed......

"Oh my God, what's wrong with you......"

Reed's voice floated slowly in Calvin's mind, completely piecing together complete sentences.

Calvin jerked out his hand and grabbed Reed's shoulder, and he lifted up and repeated the broken word to him—

"Isa...... The girl...... Church, church in the desert...... She's crying for help......"

"Hey, Calvin, calm down, be clear, what the hell are you talking about?"

Reed gave a blank expression.

Calvin was almost out of breath, and his tears flowed uncontrollably, and he cried like a five-year-old, but he didn't realize it himself.

"It wasn't a ghost, it was her last cry for help, and she hoped someone could save her...... Oh, my God...... Those disgusting bastards...... How dare they do such a thing...... (*¥!)

Calvin erupted in a series of vicious curses and expletives, and the emotions that he had accepted in the dream burned his nerves like sulfur, and he unconsciously rubbed his arms against each other as if to scrub away the invisible filth.

His fingernails left long bloody marks on his arms, and Reed's eyes darkened, and he grabbed Calvin's hands hard.

"Calvin, calm down! You're just being influenced, it's just a dream...... A nightmare......"

He repeated in Calvin's ear until he felt Calvin slump in his arms.

He gently kissed Calvin's forehead, which was covered in cold sweat, before slowly letting go of the other.

"Calmed down?"

He asked.

Calvin wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, his face was unusually pale, and his wet eyes made him look particularly vulnerable.

“…… That's not a nightmare. ”

He said to Reed in a deep, nasal voice.

Reed had to exert all his self-control to keep Calvin from pressing Calvin to the bed again, and he let out a deep breath and raised an eyebrow.

"Perhaps, everyone will have a different reaction after encountering a 'spirit', some people will have a harmless nightmare because of the fright, and some people will ......"

"I didn't get the shock and I knew it wasn't a dream, it was Isha, Isha was crying for help! The Advent guys ......" Calvin suddenly covered his mouth, he lay on the edge of the bed and retched a few times, his eyes became sharper and angrier than before when he looked up again, "I can tell you, I know it's not a nightmare." ”

"Okay," Reed said with that little headache on his face, "it's true that some people perceive things after coming into contact with 'souls', but I must say that this perception is usually distorted, and it may not be so bad......"

Before Reed could finish his sentence, Calvin suddenly lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed. He took off his pajamas in front of Reed, the wound on his back seemed to be healed, the burning pain had faded, but when he raised his hand, he still felt a strong tingle. Calvin's previous outfit had been cleaned and stacked at the head of the bed, and he calmly reached out and grabbed the T-shirt that smelled of detergent and put it on his body.

"Calvin, what are you doing here?"

Reed asked with a shudder behind him.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Calvin turned his head to look at Reed, who had the right look of bewilderment.

"Uh, about seventeen hours?"

Calvin frowned and turned his head, the moment he took off his pajama pants he felt a strong gaze fall on his bare legs, but when Calvin turned back again, he saw Reed with his head down and his face flushed.

Calvin walked toward him suddenly, and he reached for Reed's face, forcing him to look straight at him.

"I'm going to find Isha, you'll help me, right?"

Calvin stared deeply at Reed, his voice hoarse and low, with a nasal voice characteristic of crying.

At such a close distance, Reed could clearly see his own face in those purple pupils.

Reed put his hands at his sides, fingertips trembling slightly.

"Whatever you need, I can give it to you. ”

After a few moments, he spoke to Calvin. 166 Reading Network