Calvin forced himself to take a deep breath.

No, Isaac shouldn't have arrived at this time, he is the type who is used to waiting outside the door, Calvin has confirmed many times before entering the door, and Isaac has not left him a message.

Calvin's fingers slowly regained their temperature at this thought.

There was someone squirming in the dark, and he was clearly a good player, and if it weren't for Calvin's concentration, he would barely be able to detect the other man's movement.

The smell of blood from the corpses around him mixed with the icy air poured into Calvin's lungs, and after a long stay in the dark, the room didn't seem as dark as it had been. Realizing how serious the problem was, Calvin was a little calmer than before.

He lifted his body a little, and he reached for the corpse's waist, and sure enough, he felt the gun on the hapless man's belt.

Calvin's fingers lingered slightly on the cold piece of iron, and then he quickly ran his way down the waistline.

If someone wants to hurt Redbeard, there is definitely more than one person coming, which means that if he uses a gun, he will most likely attract more enemies in an instant if he fires.

In this dark environment, the most traditional cold weapons will be the most useful ones. It didn't take long for Calvin to find a handful of □□ hidden inside the corpse's boots. Without hesitation, he pulled it out and held it firmly in his hand.

Calvin exhaled silently. You see, intruders always go out of their way to carry enough weapons, and their weapons are always kept within their reach. The cold, sharp dagger almost relieved Calvin instantly, and he was vaguely ashamed that he hadn't thought of this in his panic before.

It's unprofessional –

He mimicked Dr. Holden's voice in his head, and he blinked, then relaxed his muscles in the dark. Calvin slowly, slowly slipped out of the corner, like a ghost, or rather a vigilant feline.

His bare feet on the carpet made no sound, and his slow movement allowed him to better judge the flow of air by his movements.

The patterned markings on the carpet seemed to be more visible than before, and Calvin knew it was because he was more accustomed to the darkness. He walked slowly and without hesitation towards the back door, not wanting himself to clash with the intruders.

Just let Redbeard deal with them well......

That's what Calvin thought until he kicked the other corpse.

No, it is correct to say that the moment Calvin touched him, the other party was not a corpse.

It was a wet, slippery hand.

Calvin was about to walk through the hallway to leave the house when he came out of the darkness.

The hot lump of flesh weakly circled Calvin's ankle, and Calvin heard a faint grunt in the thick smell of blood that suddenly bloomed.

“&…… ￥……%……”

Without hesitation, Calvin stepped on the piece of flesh with his other foot, his body stretched like a bow, and the dagger slashed fiercely in the direction from which the voice came.

He felt like he had stabbed something—because the dagger didn't feel right when it was inserted into the mess. Theoretically, Calvin would have felt a lot of blood pouring out, like he had accidentally pricked a rubber hose to water his garden. If not, then it means that he didn't break his opponent's artery in the first place, the two-legged monkey's artery, and he probably just hurt the opponent's inconsequential place, Calvin remembered how the gloomy eyes of the teacher taught him - "If that's the case, you'll have to give him another stab as fast as you can, dear, yours 'break' him."

Yes, it's "break", not words like "kill" or "dismantle", the latter always treats the antagonist as a living human being, while the former applies to artifacts.

The word lingered in Calvin's mind until much later.

Calvin backhanded the guy in the dark with another dagger.

He still didn't feel the sound of the artery rupturing, but the moment he thought about it, the other party had completely lost all movement, and he fell heavily to the ground with a moist sound of "pop".

It's as if someone accidentally knocked over the wet dough that my mother had put on the counter.

Calvin's breath faltered, and the sound of the man falling was loud in the silence and darkness of the room. If the intruder had other accomplices, the voice would have been enough for them to react.

Calvin spun around quickly and leaped towards the nearest decorative table, which had a gap just enough to accommodate his body, and the traps on either side could fend off a wave of attacks in the first place.

“……”

However, more than ten seconds passed, and Calvin waited in a cold sweat in the dark, but he never waited for the expected arrival.

The air circulation system was still buzzing above his head at maximum capacity, the smell of blood was fading, and the blood on his ankles and arms was drying up. Calvin flicked his wrist, and some of the clotted debris of blood fell.

It was still quiet in the room.

Calvin felt his heart pounding, he had no strength left to control the pace of his breathing, and his breathing became rapid.

No one was attacking him, but his instincts were screaming.

What's really ...... A little off......

It was at this moment that Calvin suddenly realized that he had been able to feel the breath of the other intruders in the room before, but at this moment, he could no longer feel anything.

He was the only living human in this house.

Calvin felt this clearly.

He didn't know how long he had been under the decorative table, maybe only for a few seconds, maybe for several minutes.

Reason told him that he should have used the darkness to get out of the house as he had planned, but ......

Calvin gritted his teeth and slowly slipped out from under the table, a trembling hand reaching out and fumbling for the light switch on the wall.

"Click-"

The lights were turned on.

Bright light suddenly filled the space, and Calvin's vision blurred for a brief moment due to the sudden alternation of light and dark.

And when he really saw everything in front of him, his pupils suddenly narrowed.

“……”

In silence, his breathing became faster and faster.

And rightfully so, no extra intruders will attack because of the sudden appearance of their target.

Because they are all dead.

The corpse closest to Calvin was nearly shattered, and the skin of his entire upper body had been stripped alive and hung around his waist.

He must have barely crawled out of his bedroom, and behind him was a path of bright red blood—it was hard to imagine that a human could have so much blood.

And at the entrance to the basement, the corpse that had given Calvin the dagger was far from what he had imagined.

The other's skin turned completely blue-purple, his eyes burst out of his sockets, his jaw was almost drooping to his collarbone from the fracture, and his mouth was stuffed with a mass, tumor-like lump of flesh.

Calvin also saw Redbeard's house, the fake place to live.

The cream-white walls were covered in red flowers, the marks of blood splattering, and the ceiling was almost stained red. The glass picture frame that had hung on the wall was carefully removed and stacked on top of each other on the table. And where the paintings were originally hung, several heads were nailed to long and thick iron nails.

The nails pierced through the eyes of the men, filling the two bloody holes, turning purple and heavy tongues squeezing out of their mouths and hanging on their chins, ticking, ticking and dripping with blood.

Calvin turned his head slowly and looked in the direction of the living room.

The rest of the heads, their bodies, were carefully laid out on the couch. The headless corpses were covered in black tights and tactical vests, and judging by their sturdy bodies and weapons, they should have been quite sophisticated mercenaries in their lifetime.

However, at this moment, the corpses of these mercenaries were arranged as a family, their black gloves were stuffed with pink teacups with strawberry patterns, and the black tea contained in them was still steaming. Their knees rested awkwardly on the coffee table, which was a pretty white plate with cupcakes full of cream.

The stubble on their necks was rough, and red blood was still gurgling slowly out of their veins, soaking through the otherwise pale green clay material.

Amazingly, Calvin suddenly remembered the slurred words of the intruder who had "attacked" him a few minutes earlier.

What he said was...... "Help, help me"

Calvin jerked his hand over his mouth, and his dagger landed on the carpet without making a sound.

All this in front of him almost made Calvin think that he had come to a nightmare.

Oh, my God......

No, it's not a nightmare at all.

Calvin thought.

This is hell.

And at this moment, there was a sudden soft sound from the door behind him.

"Calvin?"

A voice came in horror.

Calvin jerked his head back to see Isaac standing stiffly in the doorway.

He was still wearing a black police uniform, and his face was pale.

"What the hell is ...... here?"

Calvin watched as Isaac slowly looked around the room before hearing Isaac's questioning as if it had come from far away.

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