Calvin's eyes widened, and he looked at the corpse in the hallway in disbelief.

It was so horrific that he began to wonder if he had unknowingly gone insane again.

Maybe he was really crazy, or why would he watch the embodied nightmare click his head towards him.

"I ...... Be...... Darling...... I...... Wrong...... Finish...... It hurts...... It hurts......"

A muffled voice, painfully squeezed out of the corpse's swollen mouth. The black-red liquid as thick as paint slowly seeped through the cracks in the corpse's eye sockets, slowly flowing down the strange brown skin.

Calvin stood immobilized.

He began to be a little glad that he had wrapped his clothes around the knife, because his palms were now covered in cold sweat.

His mind was in complete confusion, half of his soul was overwhelmed by fear, he wanted to scream, and the other half kept telling him that it was all his imagination, that he was just crazy.

Only a madman would have imagined such a nightmare.

"Ka-"

The corpse took another step slowly.

Calvin was able to take a step back, to hide his body as he could, but his movements were too stiff for him to notice the blade of the knife, and the metal blade slammed lightly against the wall, making a slight grinding sound.

The corpse's movements froze.

Calvin's pupils constricted, and he gasped as he watched the corpse in his sight slowly turn its head toward him.

It found him.

He swore he met the eyes of the corpse—the damned corpse's eyes were as dim as stone, but Calvin could still feel its gaze. No words can describe the horror, distortion and horror of that sight, and the pain and evil, all the negative things that the human brain can think of are condensed together and carefully smeared on that sight.

The whimpering sound became a little more pronounced.

"Woooooooooo......oo I...... I'm so ...... Suffering...... It's so painful......"

The corpse turned very hard towards Calvin, and then it swayed, lifted its arm, and thrust its fingers into the Y-shaped knife mark in its chest.

"Nourishing ......"

A wet and sticky tearing sound rang out, and the corpse tore its chest open, two red ribs open to the sides, like someone opening their newly custom-made cupboard to visitors.

Calvin felt like he was going to faint in the next second, but the reality was that he was standing there all the time, as if he had fallen into a nightmare that he couldn't wake up.

The previous fishy smell turned into a thick rancid smell in an instant, and inside the empty chest cavity of the corpse, there was a pocket tape machine that looked like it had been produced in the nineties of the last century.

Everything in front of me looks like some kind of botched postmodern installation, and of course, more like a nightmare made by some devil.

Calvin stared blankly at the corpse, several rusty steel nails holding the player to the corpse's spine. The red body was covered in black-red human tissue and slime, and the moment Calvin saw it, the red lights on the player flickered.

"Click. ”

Then, the player starts working.

"Hey, my beloved angel baby, do you still like the gift I gave you?"

Accompanied by the obvious sound of electricity, the sound of extremely poor sound quality came out of the speakers of the player.

The voice was as harsh and rough as a heavily disturbed broadcast, and it was hard to tell whether it was male or female, but even so, the frenzy and distortion that lay there was still palpable—so clear that it seemed to have been reduced to substance, caressing Calvin's ears through the transmission of sound waves.

Calvin felt that he was on the verge of losing his knowledge and judgment of the world.

His stomach grew cold, and all his internal organs seemed to clench together as if they were nervous.

Vomit......

Calvin's body trembled, and he finally couldn't control his retching.

After the player finished playing that sentence, there was a mechanical click, and the tape began to reverse, and a few seconds later, the muffled sound rang out again in the hallway.

"Hey, my beloved angel baby, do you still like the gift I gave you?"

He had heard it once, but when this message rang again, Calvin took a step further in the abyss of fear.

No, no, no, no, no-

Reason, if it was still reason, kept screaming in Calvin's body.

Because the voice ...... It has become a little clearer.

Just that, only the voice became clearer, and the fear Calvin felt was stronger than when he saw the corpse standing in his hallway.

Now he could hear that the voice was coming from a man, and there was unconsciously intimacy and affection in his tone.

"Stop...... Stop ......"

Calvin suspected that his heart was about to explode, and so was his brain.

He had never been so afraid of anything......

That's just a message.

But Calvin was so frightened of the message that he was about to go crazy.

The player in the corpse made a mechanical rewind, and at the moment when the message was about to be played again, Calvin rushed out without hesitation.

It was as if his body was no longer his own, and that extreme fear completely dominated him.

He let go of the knife in the confusion, and then he reached out and reached inside the corpse's body—the empty, blood-smelling chest.

"Woo-woo-"

The corpse let out a wail of pain beside Calvin's face.

Yes, painful ...... It was as if there were traces of the soul in this long-dead exorcism.

A foul of odor erupted from its mouth, and its tongue clattered against the back of Calvin's hand.

Calvin got one hand on its neck, and with the other he grabbed the player, and with a hard pull, the old-fashioned player flew out of the corpse and fell to the ground.

The corpse's wail instantly turned into a long howl.

Its body flipped backwards from its chest, its spine had been broken in Calvin's rude movements.

This caused it great suffering - of course, there is no logic to this statement when people say "great pain to the corpse".

But that was the reality that Calvin faced.

The corpse twitched on the ground, remnants of □□ oozing through its movements, soaking the floor.

It was still wailing, but Calvin had no time to care.

Because the damn player is still working—

"Hey, my beloved angel baby, do you still like the gift I gave you?"

"Hey, my beloved angel baby, do you still like the gift I gave you?"

"Hey, my beloved angel baby, do you still like the gift I gave you?"

……

Calvin watched coldly as the red light on the player flashed faster and faster, and the message that was about to drive him crazy began to repeat itself again and again, and the rate became faster and faster.

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

By the end, the message had been completely blurred, and all the sound waves had been compressed together, converging into an extremely twisted and evil laugh.

Even demons shudder to laugh when they hear it.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up—"

Calvin thought he was probably really crazy.

There was nothing in his body that could be called reason, only fear and instinct.

At this moment he had even ignored the horrible walking corpse, and he rushed to the red cassette player, and then he fell to his knees, almost frantically clutching it and tapping on the ground in an attempt to destroy it.

Because of this, he completely did not notice that the corpse was approaching him little by little.

"Woooooooooo......oo I...... It hurts...... Bitter...... I...... I ......"

"Bang-"

As Calvin continued to tap, the player finally let out a small glitching sound, and a scorching stench accompanied by a wisp of green smoke rose from the cracks in the plastic case.

And that message stayed on the elongated tail note.

"Treasure ...... Seashell...... ...... children"

"Do you still like the gift I gave you?"

Calvin's body stiffened.

He gasped and turned his head, his eyes wide as he looked at the corpse lying on the ground.

The corpse's head was turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and the face was so distorted that from some angles, it was a smile.

And that sweet and hoarse whisper came from the inside of the corpse's body.

Calvin fell to his knees with a limp body, and he maintained his previous position.

No.

He heard the voice in his head moaning.

He knew he should stand up and smash the disgusting corpse in front of him like he had done with the player.

He knew everything, but he couldn't move.

It was as if an invisible hand had reached out and severed the nerves connecting the muscles in his body, and Calvin had no strength in his body.

He could only breathe, breathing rapidly, and then watched the corpse get closer and closer.

If this is a nightmare, please wake me up—Calvin kept telling himself.

But the corpse is still the corpse, and the voice is still the voice.

Everything in front of him didn't change, except that his back was getting hotter and more painful.

"I ...... Always hoping for ...... You can...... See...... I dedicate it to you...... Everything ......"

Calvin heard the corpse speak.

Now there seemed to be a different change in that face, and behind the other person's swollen and slightly rotten tongue, there seemed to be something hidden...... Extremely dark stuff.

It was pitch black and evil that can only be found at the lowest levels of hell.

"Stop ......"

Calvin heard an unfamiliar voice.

Very weak, very vague, sounding like crying.

It took him a long time (or maybe just a moment) to realize that it was actually his own voice.

The corpse came closer.

Calvin saw countless tiny white worms writhing in the fluid that had come down from the corpse.

"My Love......"

And the corpse, or rather something inside the corpse, was still whispering.

If you just listen to his voice, you will feel that the whisper sounds like sweet words between lovers, full of affection and attachment.

Eventually, the corpse's hand touched Calvin's ankle.

Completely different from the moist and sticky feeling of the imagination, the corpse's hands were dry. It's very dry, and it's very cold.

One thing......

Calvin didn't know what language to use to summarize it, but it did.

And it was crawling along the part of the corpse that came into contact with Calvin's skin...... Then, as if intertwined with Calvin's nerves.

At this moment, Calvin felt as if his soul was being pulled hard by something, the thing was chaotic and crazy, with almost no conscious consciousness.

All the language and external images it expresses are only disguises on the surface, and its core is only an abyssal evil......

And the craving.

It longed for Calvin.

……

Calvin couldn't recall the moment until much later.

The last thing that stuck in his memory was a sharp tingling in his back, and his brain went blank.

Faintly, a burst of white light enveloped his vision......

And when he regained consciousness, he was lying on the ground, and the body was directly above him—it hung very strangely from the ceiling.

As in a horror movie, its back pressed against the ceiling, its limbs hanging limply, and wailing from its distorted, swollen skull.

"Woo woo ......"

Calvin stared blankly above him, his mind still in disarray.

He didn't know what was going to happen, but the moment he thought about it, the invisible force acting on the corpse suddenly disappeared.

The corpse slammed down.

"Bang-"

Seeing that Calvin was about to be hit by that corpse......

Someone rushed out and kicked the body away.

The corpse slammed against the wall with a muffled thud, and some black-red liquid burst out.

And Calvin felt himself being held hard, a strong, powerful young man with a faint citrus scent.

He blinked slowly.

In the rancid stench of the tide, the citrus fragrance on the other party is unexpectedly distinct.

The scent was the key that opened the floodgates that Calvin had closed tightly because of his excessive start.

It is at this moment that the air, the temperature, the light and shadow ...... The real world slowly returned to Calvin's perception.

Calvin thought of orange juice, followed by a sandwich, and a slightly comical apron around the man, who stared into his green eyes with a calm, docile expression......

Countless fragments slipped into Calvin's thoughts, and his body trembled slightly unconsciously......

"Histu!"

Calvin shouted tremblingly in the other's arms, feeling like he had just had a near-death experience.

He was dreadlessly weak, but he couldn't help but feel secure.

Heath lifted Calvin from the ground, and after making sure that the latter could stand firmly, he lowered his head and smiled softly at the pale Calvin.

Even in the face of such a situation, there was no anxiety or panic in him. Even his expression remained docile, and the composure in his eyes greatly comforted Calvin.

Had it not been for the presence of the corpse in the hallway, Calvin suspected that he might have kissed Heath on the lips and dragged him straight to the bed.

He has never been so full of emotions for a person as he is now.

Perhaps from Histu's point of view, he just found that something was wrong and rushed up to the second floor and kicked a walking corpse away from Calvin's side that did not conform to the logic of reality, but in Calvin's opinion - he dragged himself out of hell.

Of course, even if he finally came to his senses, Calvin still had to face reality.

The scenario of "waking up from a nightmare and then all the horrible monsters gone" that he fantasized about didn't happen.

In front of Histu, the corpse that should have appeared in a Hollywood movie is still there.

It had broken its own neck in the impact, but since it hadn't even bothered it with a broken thoracic vertebrae, the fracture of the cervical vertebra had apparently not hindered its movement too much - in fact, it had lost its bones and was squirming more disgusting than before.

Heath covered Calvin, staring at the mass on the ground, and then frowning slightly, as if a professional housekeeper had finally seen his own stain that was difficult to clean.

One of his hands pressed on Calvin's shoulder, and he hid the latter behind him.

The corpse was one step closer, and he slowly took a step back with Calvin in his hands.

"What the is this—"

Calvin leaned tightly against Heathtu's back (he had never thought the body's back would be so broad), and he looked at the scene before him with a pale face. Although he was still a little confused about the window frame, he had completely calmed down in the company of Histu. His gaze then fell not far away—his knife was still on the ground.

If you follow the logic of a typical Hollywood movie, maybe after piercing the other person's brain, the disgusting thing will stop.

Calvin thought to himself in despair.

He also did not expect that one day he would follow the logic of "Hollywood movies" to deal with the troubles he would face.

Even this trouble seems very Hollywood......

Heath noticed Calvin's gaze, and as if he could read Calvin's heart, he sensed Calvin's plan, and shook his head.

He made a quick gesture.

[Hide, I'll take care of everything.] 】

Then, without waiting for Calvin to react, he jerked sideways, pulled a door open with force, and pushed Calvin inside.

It turned out that Heath had been paying attention to his surroundings while retreating cautiously, and he pushed him to the side of Calvin's former bedroom on the second floor, pushed Calvin into the room and closed the door, and then faced the strange corpse of Hollywood level by himself.

"Bang-"

Watching the bedroom door slam against the tip of his nose, it only took Calvin half a second to figure everything out.

He subconsciously tried to open the door and rush out again, but was surprised to find that the door was locked as if it had been cast of iron—but he swore he remembered correctly, there was no lock on the door that could withstand a few kicks.

"Oh, fuck—"

Shaking the handle of the door, Calvin let out an angry curse.

Well, maybe this night is destined to be a magical one.

Since he could see a corpse on the second floor of the villa that could walk, talk, and have an old-fashioned cassette player in his chest, it was normal for him to never open the door to his bedroom when it was closed.

Through the wooden door, Calvin heard several loud bangs and cracks (God bless the watercolors in the hallway), but the sound soon faded into a blur.

"Heathto?!"

Calvin tapped on the door and shouted worriedly.

Of course, Heath did not give him a response.

And that corpse ...... Well, Calvin, from the bottom of his heart, didn't expect any sound from that corpse.

"Damn, shit, shit—"

Calvin paced around the room unusually restlessly.

That feeling of being anxious and powerless was about to drive him crazy.

It's not like he didn't try to calm himself down, but he couldn't do it at all.

Because everything he encountered that night was so crazy.

Calvin rummaged around the bedroom to find the weapon he had, but the room that had been cleaned by Histu was so clean that he couldn't find anything.

Eventually, his gaze rested on the bedside table, where a brass lamp stood.

And just as Calvin tried to separate the heavy base of the lamp from the silk lampshade that was in the way.

There was a knock on the bedroom door.

Calvin's movements were stunned, and his heart was pounding.

He held his breath and gripped the lamp in his hand hard, and he tiptoed closer to the door.

"Calvin?"

A familiar call came from outside the door.

It was the voice of Virgilly.

"Oh God......"

Calvin almost lost his strength directly.

He subconsciously put his hand on the doorknob and pressed it down—the door that had been locked a few minutes ago opened unusually smoothly at this moment.

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