Calvin stared at Moses' face, and he gave a shallow smile that gave his countenance a striking charm—even if it was fleeting.

"Don't worry about me. ”

He whispered, reaching out and pressing his hand on Moser's face in an attempt to push the good dog away from the human's body, but the latter still showed a strong intimacy. Moser gasped and rubbed her face against Calvin's palm.

Calvin had no doubt that if Messer had a tail, his tail would have been swaying and flapping against the couch cushions.

"Hey man, listen, I've got to get out of ......"

Calvin muttered to the enthusiastic and cheerful Messer with some headache.

"Honestly, I don't really know what to do with you. ”

Calvin was a little uncomfortable about leaving such a messer alone in this empty house. After all, judging from Moser's injured palm, he didn't have a way to protect himself like a normal human after becoming a dog.

"But...... You'll take care of yourself, right? ”

Calvin finally patted Moser on the head and said, then stood up from the couch.

Moser ceased all movement in an instant, and his beautiful green eyes stared deeply at Calvin, the thick shoulders of the tall young man drooping down. He didn't even let out a whimper, just curled up quietly on the couch with his long slender limbs.

His appearance made Calvin feel a slight sense of guilt.

Calvin wished he could ignore the upset feeling - a meeting with Isaac was a must, the stupidity he had done last night had put him in a dangerous enough situation.

Excess feelings are very dangerous and unwise for people like him, and as a person with multiple personalities, Vicili, or rather, Moser, should have become accustomed to this situation in the past days.

Calvin thought.

It didn't take him much time to make a decision. He bent down to pick up his phone from the couch and glanced at the time, then his gaze fell on the unusually quiet Messer.

"Good dog. ”

He whispered, and after a moment's hesitation, he reached out and patted Moser on the head.

Then Calvin quickly put away his things, and he found a piece of paper and left a short note for Virgilli.

In the process, Moser whined, not so much like a dog as a young child whimpering. He stumbled off the couch and tried to take two steps towards Calvin, but soon stopped again for some reason.

He looked at Calvin in silence a meter away from the couch, and even the dullest could feel his sadness.

Calvin placed the note in the middle of the coffee table and headed for the door. He hadn't looked at Moser all the time, but he hesitated for a moment as his hand pressed against the rose-patterned brass handle.

He couldn't help but turn around, and carefully re-examined the furnishings of the room to make sure that there were no more dangerous objects that would hurt the ignorant Mosser.

"Obedient. ”

Calvin said to the young man who was staring at him, and he twisted the door open and walked out.

"Whew-"

Almost at the same time, Moser snorted softly, and the voice made Calvin's hidden anxiety throb. Still, he closed the door of this beautiful villa with a blank face. His strength was a little loud, and the "bang" of the door as he closed it was so loud that Calvin was a little worried that it would startle Moser, but then he frowned at his own apprehension.

There was no doubt that Moser's presence made him a little abnormal.

That's not really a dog, it's just a sick part of a person. He said to himself in that cold voice in his heart, and walked down the steps.

At this time, it was half past seven in the evening.

Calvin thought about getting back to his apartment, he might have to pack up a little stuff, and if the news he got in Redbeard's basement wasn't good enough, he would probably leave the city directly. Dr. Holden's departure was a problem—Calvin's new identity had always relied on the Doctor's clients and companions in the Dark World, but that convenience came to an end with the Doctor's funeral. Redbeard can still give Aysaac and Galvin one last bit of refuge, but the road left for Calvin and Asaac will be more and more difficult.

Oh no, in fact the only person who really needs to face these difficulties is Calvin.

Isaac wasn't a runaway angel, and there wasn't a band of cults behind him trying to track his tracks.

Calvin had wanted to take a sum of money from Vickyli, the somewhat naïve boy, so that he could use it as funds for his future escape, but as it stands, it was a sum of money that Calvin would not get.

All plans were disrupted......

Thinking of this, Calvin regretted his previous rashness more and more. He had been so caught up in the chaos and grief of Dr. Holden's death that he had lost all his vigilance, and it was hard to blame Isaac for the anger he had shown last night. As long as the Adventists existed, Calvin Holden had to live carefully, like a rat in the gutter, forever careful to live, probing his brain—a fact that made Calvin's back ache faintly, and he felt so sick and vomiting as he walked that he didn't notice the pale face that appeared at the window behind him, and the pair of eyes that looked at him deeply, as if they were about to burn a ghost fire in their eyes.

"Hoo ......"

The dampness from Vigilli's breathing formed a small mist on the glass window.

He stared hungrily at Calvin's back, his fingers against the window quivering slightly.

In fact, from the time Calvin touched the wounds on his arms, Moser had already returned to the depths of consciousness - Calvin didn't know that the punitive marks on the body of the red deer from his gentle touch were completely healed, and when all the pain was over, the damn dog was back where it was supposed to be. Instead, it was Virgili who took possession of the body, and the moment he woke up, he realized God's preference for him. Calvin's precious tenderness for Moser was the supreme delicacy of the other personalities in this body, an incomparable enjoyment and reward. Almost immediately, Vicgilli pretended to be the stupid dog, and he shamelessly learned the dog to rub Calvin's body, lick the other man's skin, and enjoy the tenderness that belonged to Moser like a dog.

Oh, he had to say that he had arrived in heaven in that short period of time, and the only thing that made him feel a little pain was the excitement of his body, which was why his movements were always stiff. It's not too easy to hide the sizeable bulges in your legs.

When Calvin's figure finally disappeared from his view, Virgili staggered back onto the couch. He buried his face in the corner of the couch—the same place where Calvin had sat before—and he moved happily.

[You're disgusting. 】

What replayed in Vigilli's mind made Fuge unable to bear to speak. However, unlike the attitude that was always-for-tat with the doctor in the past, this moment of Vicilly seemed extraordinarily happy and happy.

"Whew...... Whew...... What a pathetic jealousy...... Cluck...... I'm almost going to forgive you...... Dear Fugg...... I thank you for arranging ......"

Vickyli's face flushed, and he couldn't stop laughing.

"My angel is as delicious as ever, isn't it?"

He deliberately replayed the images in his own mind that he had processed.

Fugg didn't respond to him, but he knew the doctor was there all along.

For God's sake, Fugg's anger and jealousy made Calvin, who had made the expensive couch a mess, and nearly collapsed himself in the rage of the rage.

His indulgence eventually caused Fugg to roar uncontrollably.

[What the are you doing-]

"Oh my God, you should really listen to your tone...... Dear Fugg. ”

Vigilli lay down on the slimy liquid, biting his fingers and laughing.

[Don't forget that we still have work to do.] 】

Fugg's voice was particularly eerie, and he said unusually coldly in Vigilli's mind.

"Oooh...... You don't say I've forgotten ......" Vigilli frowned, then he stared at the ceiling and smiled brightly, "Imogen Payne—it's hard to imagine hearing this name again, and from my dear Angel Majesty. Don't worry, my dear Lord Fugg, I won't forget him, the old ghost in prison, who was on my carefully prepared gift list, and I just didn't know he would choose to come here on his own. ”

[Both you and I are a little too lax. 】

Fuge said dissatisfied.

[But it's not too late. 】

"Of course, of course. ”

Vigilli stretched out a long stretch, and by the time he jumped up from the couch again, his body was fully restored to its best condition.

"We'll get rid of him. ”

He walked into the bathroom humming a song and said to the mirror with a smile.

The image of a mirror was reflected in his pupils.

A few shadowy figures disappeared in a flash.

"We'll make our angels happy...... Isn't it?" 166 Reading Network