What had made him feel in a daze and uneasy, the so-called "dead silence in another dimension", ripples appeared without warning.

["Burn those men, burn to death those vicious, dark and wicked sinners, blot out the existence of those with your holy hands, and behold their blood ...... with your bright eyes"]

The smell of blood grew stronger with the overlapping whispers.

Calvin swallowed dryly.

He looked back.

Next to the dirty and extremely uncomfortable bed stood a crumbling bedside table. At this time, the drawer of the bedside table has been pulled out of a thin slit at some point. The blood, which had turned black, was gurgling out, and the continuous, chattering whispers were coming from the inside of the drawer.

The roar of the air conditioner became louder and louder.

The temperature was dropping rapidly, and Calvin noticed white moisture coming out of his mouth and nose as he breathed.

His wings were tightly pressed behind his back, making a subconsciously defensive gesture.

"Fuck off. ”

Calvin's lips pursed slightly, and he let out a moaning whisper.

But it didn't work, there was something invisible that was vibrating, flowing, rushing toward Calvin.

The cold, gloomy, death-filled voices grew faster and sharper.

["Kill those filthy, filthy and evil souls, only the great Il, you will be our light and salvation-"]

Calvin's heart was beating very fast, his breath seemed to be stuck in his throat, and his eyes were blackened.

"No ......"

He pinched his palms desperately with his fingernails, trying to regain his sanity with the pain.

By now, he couldn't tell the difference between the real and the unreal. Yes, he was now well aware of the existence of those souls—like those evils, they rarely appeared before people, but they did.

But sometimes, like now, he still feels as if he has been dragged into a nightmare by an invisible hand. It was as if his blood had turned to ice, and his heart, stuck in the inside of his chest, was on the verge of exploding.

"Crunch—"

In Calvin's line of sight, the drawer was gradually pushed outward, gradually.

A bloodied hand, already showing its fingertips and joints from decay, slowly poked out of it.

And then another.

Calvin stood immobile as he froze as the girl slowly leaned out of the drawer.

It had been a long time since he had seen her again.

Both in nightmares and in reality.

Isa's ginger hair had turned a filthy taupe, wisps sticking to her swollen, rotten cheeks.

Her eyeballs protruded from their sockets, and a small patch of dense yellow eggs grew near her pupil.

And she was staring at Calvin with that maddening eyeball.

"Calvin," her voice was darker and deeper than in her nightmare, "Don't hurt her...... Don't let the 'door' hurt her, please Brother Calvin, don't hurt her, don't let evil hurt her, don't let her come into this world......"]

Calvin screamed uncontrollably—

Isha's voice and everything made him dizzy and unbearable.

He felt as if he had fallen, his shoulder hitting the floor.

The unhealed part of the wing scraped to the edge of the bed, and the blood quickly seeped out.

But Calvin finally came out of that nightmare.

There were no ghosts and no eerie low temperatures, and sunlight shone in from behind the blinds, creating long, parallel patches of light on the floor.

Calvin gasped violently, and he staggered up from the floor. Almost at the same time, Reed rushed in.

"Calvin?!what's going on!what's wrong with you!"

He hugged Calvin, then examined him up and down. It was clear that he had heard Calvin's short scream and was frightened by it.

"I don't know...... Calvin muttered, it took him a moment to control his emotions, and then he looked into Reed's eyes, "I don't know what's going on, but ......"

As he spoke, Calvin's gaze inadvertently caught a glimpse of the bedside table, and then he remained in that position and condensed into Reed's arms.

The drawer has been opened.

Reed followed Calvin's line of sight, frowning without a trace, and then he settled Calvin shivering on the couch, stepped forward himself, and took out the contents of the drawer.

It was a simple, ordinary leather-faced notepad for business, a little outdated and stale in an age when almost everyone had begun to carry a tablet with them, but when you opened the paper, the handwriting on the horizontal grid was fresh.

"I wrote down what Grion said. ”

Behind Reed's back, Calvin muttered.

He looked much better now, but his face was still very pale, and his eyes were full of deep confusion.

"I don't understand ......"

Calvin bowed down, his elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed, covering his face, as if that would be a brief escape from the world.

"It smells like that stuff. Reed flipped the notebook in his hand and said, his face was also quite ugly, "Your physique is a little special, and your spirit may make those things ...... I mean, those ghosts are more likely to manifest. And they relate to you easily. To be honest, if it weren't for your special situation, I would have felt that your physique was very suitable for being a psychic medium...... And the kind that doesn't lie. ”

Reed casually threw the notebook on the bed, and Calvin only glanced at it, and inwardly became extremely resistant to spending the night in this bed tonight.

But it has to be said that it was Reed's casual and casual attitude that made Calvin feel much better. At least his spirit was no longer tense to the point of being uncontrollable.

"I met Isa. Calvin whispered, "What did the kid say...... I don't understand. ”

It was as if he couldn't understand why Isha still seemed so miserable and suffering no matter how many times they met in nightmares or in supernatural forms.

"If there really are ghosts in this world, then there should be heaven as well, and the child should stay in heaven well. ”

Reed's hand rested on Calvin's back, and he turned sideways, his forehead against Calvin's.

"That's because you're so guilty. "Maybe I should explain to you that ghosts have no body, they're just energy...... And the reason why they can appear in front of you with a fixed image is all because of your ability, your ...... mind"

"What...... What do you mean?"

Reed kissed Calvin lightly in the corner of the eye.

"In your subconscious, what image you think those souls will appear in, then what image they will appear to you. You can't let go of the guilt you have for her, you feel that she has suffered too much in front of her, and you think that she may be resentful of you...... So every time, she'll show up just the way you want to see it. ”

Reed grabbed a glass from the bedside, and he shook it in front of Calvin.

"It's your mind, or subconscious—" Reed's fingertips tapped against the not-so-clean glass wall.

Then he unscrewed the cap of the bottled water bottle and poured the drinking water into the glass.

The clear liquid swayed slightly under the covers.

"You can interpret these liquids as ghosts...... I mean, the energy of those souls that have not yet dissipated. Reed's tone was soft and low, and his explanation was quite clear, "Water is formless when there are no containers, but once you give them a shell, or a container, their shape is fixed. ”

Calvin looked at the glass of water in disbelief, and then he shuddered heavily, and Reed, who had been prepared for this reaction, grabbed Calvin's shoulder.

"Hey, Calvin, dear, I didn't want to tell you this because I was afraid you'd get irritated......"

"You at least- at least sooner—"

Calvin spoke incoherently, and his whole being was in great confusion.

He had no idea of his own thoughts, the damn emotions and thoughts in his head that would affect the souls of those poor people.

"You just feel that emotion, that ...... Resonance. You may not be able to feel it on the surface, but there is a part of your body, the part that I said makes you fit to be a medium, that will make you have a wonderful resonance with those ghosts. Your subconscious mind will realize what is happening to those poor little ones, and then your guilt, your pain, will make those ghosts take on their appearance. The lines are blurred, and some of the ghosts are really bad, and even if they die, they still stay in that darkest moment. But...... Sometimes, it's just because you're sad and guilty. ”

"I was ...... Nothing was done......"

Calvin felt a burning tide rush over his eyes.

"I can't save her. ”

"But you should stop thinking about her. Reid said, and then he placed the notebook that made Calvin uncomfortable all over his body on the coffee table, away from Calvin, "This one too." ”

He gestured.

Calvin's gaze was uncontrollably fixed on the notebook.

"A big part of Grien's deal has to do with Adventists, and those people still fucking like so-called light-haired and blue-purple eyes kids so much - they're still looking for me, and if they can't find me, they'll go to someone else. ”

Calvin's voice grew choked, and his tone was filled with intense anger and disgust.

"Hey, Calvin, stop, stop those pointless guilt and punishments, look me in the eye and follow me and say-"

Reed held Calvin's face and forced the latter to look up.

His eyes were like the abyss of the turquoise waters, and Calvin saw his pale face in Reed's eyes.

"It's not your fault, it's not your fault. ”

"It's not...... It's not my fault......"

Calvin followed Reed slowly, word for word.

"You're going to make those people pay. Reid continued.

"I'll let those people ...... I'm going to make those people pay their fair share. ”

After saying this, Calvin's body finally relaxed a little.

The author has something to say: the words of the red deer...... Not...... Half-truths.

But in terms of setting, there are actually many times when Calvin is really asking for himself?

His mental condition has actually been very bad, and he has been in a semi-broken state.

So a lot of what he saw was a reflection of his inner world.

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