In the seaside villa, Calvin is curled up somewhere in the corner of the staircase between the first and second floors, a dead end, and it is difficult to see his presence from either the window or the doorway.

Calvin was somewhat saddened to find that he had found the spot in the first place—perhaps because he had become accustomed to subconsciously judging which corners he could hide from wherever he went.

The long life of incognito and fear has made this skill an instinct for him.

The brief pleasure of that good dream had completely faded from his body, and was replaced by numbness, coldness, and a heavy heart.

In fact, ever since Furg offered to go to the beach to find out, Calvin had been tormented by a strong sense of foreboding.

He put his arm around his knees, and his mind kept on conjuring up another corpse, the young boy named Georgie Auston who had been placed on the front lawn of a cheap apartment, made into a human cake, and flies buzzing around him.

The boy died because of him, and it was a nightmare that Galvin had in his life. In a sense, the boy's death ended Calvin's dull and humble life once and for all—without him, Calvin would not have found a way to escape, and he would not have encountered what happened next.

Then Calvin remembered Billy, the boy who had mysteriously disappeared under his couch, the blanket with a price tag of $9.99.

He also thought of the corpses in Redbeard's room, and of the ghost of Isha in the kitchen of Virgilli's mansion, sandwiched between the refrigerator and the wall......

No, you shouldn't think about it anymore -

Calvin kept saying to himself in the back of his heart.

He felt colder and colder, and the cold hairs on his arms stood up one by one.

And the back of his neck and the back of his head were getting heavier, and he had to secretly pull out a number of pill bottles from the packages that had been packed around him, which were some drugs that had been illegally obtained from underground clinics, painkillers were the most, followed by some tranquilizing psychotropic drugs, and of course, sleeping pills and other pills of all kinds.

Calvin stared at the pills for a moment, and it dawned on him that he hadn't put his mind on them for a long time since he had known Virgilly.

There was some more complexity in his expression.

After a moment's pause, he silently put the pill bottles back.

For so long Calvin had become accustomed to turning a blind eye to certain things that were happening around him, and yes, things that were weird, inhuman, and almost completely impossible to explain with scientific theories always happened. And if he couldn't ignore and quickly press those things into the depths of his memory, he would have gone crazy long ago.

But now, the things that Calvin had tried so hard to ignore were beginning to replay vividly in his mind, the flies that surrounded Georgie Auston seemed to be buzzing in his ears, and Billy was still screaming in his ears, "Hey Calvin, they're going to find me, don't let them find me, save me, I don't want to die—", and the skinned dead people, their blood smelling so strong that it was as if they were standing by Calvin's side at the moment.

"No ......"

Calvin didn't know that his gaze was beginning to become hollow, and his pupils were dilating like a deep well. His body swayed back and forth unconsciously, his forehead regularly crashing against the wall.

A door.

The color is bright red, the surface is covered with worn-out paint, and the mediocre metal handles have been dulled.

The door seemed to be in Calvin's head.

It felt strange, but Calvin felt it there, and the horrible memories in his mind were hovering and roaring behind the door, merging into a massive, dark mess.

And before that shadow, there stood a man.

"No—"

Calvin murmured.

Closed.

Shut the door.

No, let ...... Come out.

Sinner.

Blood.

Dark.

Door.

"Crunch. ”

There was the sound of a door opening.

Calvin screamed in a cold sweat and shuddered, jumped to his feet, and reflexively pulled a gun from his bosom and pointed it in the direction from which the sound came.

He pulled the trigger just a second, but before that, Calvin was awakened by his strange and calm English accent.

"Calvin?"

“……”

Calvin held his gun in a posture and stared blankly at the figure below the stairs.

She has jewel-like peacock green eyes and soft brown curls.

When Fugg is in control, the body looks older and still handsome.

Calvin gasped heavily, the muzzle of his gun shaking as his limbs trembled.

Fugg raised his hands towards Calvin, and then he stared at the other calmly and said, "Relax, Calvin, you need to calm down." You can still recognize who I am, right?"

"Fugg. ”

Calvin called out Fugg's name as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he slowly lowered his gun. His whole body was shaking, and even his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

"God, what the hell am I doing...... I didn't mean to ......."

Fugg walked up the stairs, and he gently embraced Calvin into his arms.

The British doctor's body smelled very faint of disinfectant, but it was inexplicably reassuring.

"I think I might have something wrong with my brain, I ...... I'm hallucinating again......"

Calvin hid incoherently in Fugg's arms, confused, flustered, and overwhelmed. Until now, those chaotic and dark distorted images still seem to lurk in some shadow.

"You're just too nervous. "You've been under so much stress these days, and the morning has triggered your stress response once again. ”

"Sometimes, I mean, there are times when I feel like I'm about to be swallowed up by something in my head...... Fugg ...... I almost shot you just now...... I think you're some kind of ...... Monsters, the kind of monsters that come out of the cracks in the door. ”

As soon as Calvin remembered the scene just now, that cold sense of fear once again overflowed his entire chest, and even Fuge's words became so distant.

What he didn't know was that his face looked almost transparent, and his shivering appearance was so fragile and palatable, that a dark, bloodthirsty ache filled the body of the man who was clinging to him.

"It's all right, Calvin. I am here. ”

Calvin heard Fugg whisper above him.

"But ......"

Cold, dry lips blocked Calvin's unfinished words.

Fugg's kiss was as cold and restrained as himself, but it was also his kiss that pulled Calvin out of the chaos of his brain like a rope.

Calvin let out a small whisper, and for a moment there was even a sense of betrayal in his mind—as if he had betrayed someone—but he then remembered that whether it was Virgilli, Reed, or Fugg, they were in fact different personalities of the same person.

Calvin lifted his eyes and looked into Fugg's eyes at a close distance.

The corner of the staircase was softly lit, and Fuge's pupils seemed to be darker and more magnificent than usual, like the color of a flame after some poisonous substance had burned.

"Hmm......"

After a few moments, Fugg let go of Calvin.

Except for the change in the color of his eyes, judging from his expression alone, he didn't seem to have any emotional changes.

This was somewhat of a relief to Calvin (though even he didn't know why).

"Have you calmed down?"

Fugg asked.

Calvin nodded.

"Just ......"

"I hope you don't mind, I just want you to take a break from that emotion. ”

Fugg explained calmly, his tone involuntarily embarrassing Calvin—he thought he might have misunderstood Fugg's eyes that were deeper than usual, as if hiding dark flames.

Calvin adjusted his breathing, and by the time he spoke again, his mood was much more normal.

"I'm sorry, I think I'm embarrassed in front of you again, I'm just...... Forget it, tell me what's going on on the beach. ”

Fugg narrowed, his gaze darting over Calvin's moist, bright red lips so fast that even Calvin, who had been staring at him, didn't even notice it.

"A corpse. "Fugg has nothing to hide," I heard the officer at the scene mention the incident you encountered in front of your Los Angeles apartment. ”

"The kid's name is Georgie. Calvin muttered, "It's some kind of ...... of mine Perverted admirers did that kind of ...... to him"

A flash of panic appeared in Calvin's eyes.

"I don't understand, we shouldn't hide well? Why...... Why did he still find out about me? Why did he do such a thing?"

Once again, Calvin felt the suffocating sensation that was about to drive him crazy. Sometimes he feels as if he's always being watched by something...... That sticky, dark, moist gaze seemed to be everywhere and always accompanied him. And no matter where he fled, it was impossible for him to avoid its prying eyes, to escape its shadows.

Dr. Holden once told him it was his childhood trauma, but Calvin sometimes felt that the peeping sensations that were driving him crazy were not entirely his imagination.

And then the "admirers" who appeared because of him seemed to prove Calvin's premonition.

They followed Calvin like moths to a fire, and did all sorts of horrific acts, some of whom were punished by the law, while others fell into the darkness.

Calvin didn't even know if he should say sorry to them.

"It's not your fault. ”】

He had heard Dr. Holden and Izak say that to him countless times.

But is that really the case......

"Now is not the time to panic, calm down, Calvin, there is no clear evidence that that the corpse on the beach was the work of that perverted admirer of yours. Maybe we just had the bad luck to be in the same area as someone with a twisted personality. As you just said, our identities should be hidden, and no one should find you...... What we should really have a headache now is the trouble that is just around the corner. ”

Calvin's lips twitched, and he whispered, "Police." ”

"That's right. That corpse would have attracted a lot of unwanted attention to us. Fugg glanced at Calvin's already packed luggage and frowned slightly, "I'm sorry to say this, but I think the surgery to remove the wings will have to be postponed." ”

"Shall we leave immediately?" Calvin asked, noticing Fugg's eyes.

Fugg shook his head. 2k reading web