Isha shook her head at Calvin in fear.

"No...... You'll be discovered...... The people here are not very friendly to non-believers...... And you're trespassing ...... illegally."

"I'll be careful not to let them find out about me. ”

Calvin made a phone call to Isaac - and his dear brother looked very angry after explaining what had happened. He yelled on the other end of the line, and Calvin decisively pressed the hang up button.

He then shoved the phone into Isa's arms.

"Hide here and don't move, I think he'll be here later. ”

He instructed.

He knew he had made a rash decision, but the faint scream made him a little hot-headed—he definitely didn't like Madeleine, the woman was a woman with a bad track and a strange temper, and the only thing that could be praised was the pure love she had for Isa. She did her best to protect Isha in the worst of the worst life at the bottom and raise the girl to grow up. No matter how disgusting Madeleine herself is, for Isha she is the mother who loves her.

She is all that Isa is.

And Calvin didn't want Isha to lose her.

Calvin had jumped in from a low fence at the back of the house, which he had carefully observed, the hallway and window lights on the first floor were dim, and the windows on the second floor were open, but the curtains were tightly closed. Calvin believed that the heavy blackout curtains were used, for the fabric did not let in even a little light, except a narrow thin ray of light that leaked through the gap in the fabric. There were people walking back and forth behind the windows, and they did their best to keep the sound low, but on a quiet night like this, if you listened attentively, you could always hear something unusual in that sound.

Calvin hid his figure in a rose bush (he noticed that the entire courtyard of the Sanctuary House was covered with this fragrant flower), and half-crouched slowly approached the back door of the small two-story building. At the beautiful white back door is a large protruding porch with a double swing and an outdoor glass coffee table underneath it, and to the left of the porch is a very well-grown bushy oak tree.

Calvin looked up slightly, squinting at the outstretched branches of the oak tree, one of which was facing the second-floor window.

"Woo woo woo ......"

It was like someone was mourning and crying, and the sound came from the crack in the window.

Calvin cautiously followed the shadows cast by the flowers, and the rich, well-groomed lawns swallowed up his footsteps. Calvin waited with bated breath in the shade for a moment, and then climbed up the oak tree nimbly by the rustle of leaves as the night wind blew.

He crouched in the Y-shaped branch of the tree, peeking through the gap between the branches and leaves.

Perhaps because of the gust of wind, the gap in the curtains was wider than before, enough for Calvin to see a corner of the room, where there was a narrow bed covered with white linen sheets, which looked rather uncomfortable. On the wall above the head of the bed hung a cross, the same one that Calvin had seen on the Adventists, and on this cross was still a purple-eyed angel with a beautiful face.

The feeling of wanting to vomit hit Calvin again, and he bit his tongue, the pain and the subtle smell of blood calming him down a little.

"Woo...... Woo......"

The muffled, muffled voice rang out again, and then a figure slowly approached the window. Calvin's pupils shrank, and he stared at the blurred figure behind the curtain, and what shocked him was that behind the slender figure reflected in the curtain, there seemed to be a pair of outstretched wings.

Calvin's fingers were stuck in the rough bark of the oak tree, and cold sweat broke out on his back as the California nights were always warm.

It can't be—

He thought.

Have they found another pathetic deformity, or have they created their own angels by some other means?

Calvin's chaotic thoughts made it impossible for Calvin to remain calm, and he stared at the pair of wings bobbing up and down so dazedly that he didn't react when a second person appeared in the room.

"Oh, my angel......"

The man groaned hoarsely.

It was a man's voice.

In fact, he didn't suddenly appear in the room on the second floor, he was there all the time, but he never went behind the window. But now he was in the middle of the room, where the gap in the curtains was pointing.

Calvin could now clearly see the man's face.

It was a tall, Caucasian man, who looked to be old, with white hair and eyebrows. Calvin suspected that he was seriously ill, for his cheeks were unusually dry, his lips were chapped, his cheekbones were high, his □□ skin was full of wrinkles, and his pupils were frighteningly bright, like some kind of glowing toy embedded in the □□.

He reached out and stroked the winged man behind the curtain.

"Oh...... Mr. Payne...... Oooooooo......oo

The shadow made a wet, lustful voice at the man's touch.

Calvin frowned, and he quickly realized that the voices he had heard earlier were ......

"Ahhh......hhh I love you...... I love you, my light, my venerable soul guide, my Mr. Payne......"

"Shhhh

The man named Payne reached out and nodded to his lips.

"It is our children of light that you should love. He said that he was unusually calm compared to the other person who was indulging in lust and desire," he said...... Alright, my little Anna, are you sure that woman doesn't know where Zara Barrick is?"

He still didn't stop what he was doing, and his subject, Anna, let out a long, rapid gasp.

"Oooh...... No...... I asked her...... She wouldn't dare lie in front of me......" Anna's voice tinged with resentment at the mention of "her", "She must have been raped by Zara Barrick - that bitch only became an official member by sleeping with him, everyone knows that Zara Barrick's male dog is a pervert, and only she dares to touch him......"

"Oh, so you know...... Where is Zara Barrick going?"

"No...... Oooh...... I do not know...... Oh, Mr. Payne, you're amazing...... Don't worry, he'll always come back...... There are several ...... Barrick moves the woman of the House of Sanctuary, who is always scared to death, saying that he is controlled by demons...... He'll be out there for a few days until we help him get the women in order......"

"Don't deal with that woman just yet. "She and Barrick have what I need." ”

From Calvin's point of view, it is clear that the man's face has become fanatical for a moment—like a poisonous snake licking his neck, and inexplicably, Calvin is uneasy because of that face.

He even felt that the emaciated face seemed to be connected to something at the bottom of the sea of memory.

Anna looked a little flustered after hearing Payne's words.

"Mr. Payne...... Is there anything I can't do, my dear Imogen Payne, I swear I'll be more useful than those two...... I have such a devout ...... for you."

She stumbled into the arms of the man, a well-groomed woman with dyed white-blonde hair, naked and with a pair of stiff, large artificial wings on her back.

Calvin covered his mouth with his hand violently, and he stiffly watched as Imogen Payne held the winged Anna in his arms, cold sweat slowly sliding down his forehead.

The nightmare of fifteen years ago crawled out of the shadows, and Imogen Payne's face gradually overlapped with the disgusting man in his memory, while the figure of the woman with white blonde hair was replaced by the shadow of a boy with the same pair of wings.

The ghost of Daniel, who had been dead for a long time, burst into his ears with a maniacal laugh.

He could even smell Daniel, the sweet, rust-like smell of blood.

Calvin's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't even stabilize his body.

"No—"

A faint roar rolled out of his throat, but before he could fully make a sound, a cold hand jerked from behind him, covering his mouth tightly. 166 Reading Network