Red Deer's gaze snuggled across every inch of Calvin's skin. His fingers moved from Calvin's hair to the youth's cheeks and lips, and then slowly descended down his neck to the small piece of his chest that was exposed in Calvin's messy collar.

The touch of the red deer was even lighter than a butterfly landing on a rose, but Calvin shuddered involuntarily. He let out a groan of pain and slowly moved his arms around his knees, curling himself up.

Something deeper, more dangerous came to Red Deer's eyes, and he put his arms beside Calvin and slowly leaned down towards Calvin......

"Click-"

The sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded suddenly.

Red Deer jerked up, and he looked fiercely in the direction where the sound was coming from...... Then frowned.

One of the windows in Calvin's apartment, the one on the side of the living room, had a long, narrow crack in the dirty glass.

"Click...... Click......"

The crack stretched in its twist on the glass, followed by another.

Two cracks, one horizontal and one vertical, appeared on the glass just like that.

One window, then another.

With a "click" and "click" sound, after a short moment, Red Deer looked around Calvin's apartment—all the glass windows were comically cut into four twisted squares by crooked cross-shaped cracks.

"To be honest, you seem to be a little too nosy. ”

Red Deer squinted his eyes and said seemingly calmly at the empty air.

…… The whole apartment remained quiet, and no one responded to him.

After a few seconds, Red Deer shrugged.

"Okay...... Well......"

He rubbed his face with his palms, and with a long sigh reluctantly left Calvin's bed, carefully covering Calvin with a blanket.

"Good night, my Angel. ”

The red deer dropped a kiss on Calvin's frowning brow.

He then turned his gaze impatiently to Calvin's living room, where a few crab shells still landed on the carpet.

"Heh......"

Red Deer chuckled softly.

He then hummed a tune into the kitchen, and after a few searches, he found a mustard-yellow tarp cleaning apron in a pile of expired coupons with a circle of bright red comic lettering on it, "Hudson canned pork, you deserve it." Red Deer didn't hesitate to put on the apron, and he even admired himself in the reflection of the glass window (of course, he looked a little dissatisfied after seeing those damn cross cracks in the glass window).

"Damn, have you ever wondered how I'm going to explain this when the baby wakes up—"

Red Deer muttered bitterly into the darkness of the night in a tone more akin to a housewife than a serial murderer who had escaped from prison.

Then he wrapped his apron and briskly returned to the living room with the cleaning tools he had found in the refrigerator and the cracks in the walls.

First the plate on the coffee table, then the sofa, then the plate squatted down, wearing gloves to pick up the crab shells on the floor into the trash can, and as he did so, he hummed softly, in a volume that would not wake Calvin.

A white, grain-sized object fell out of the shadow beneath the crab's shell and landed on the carpet of Calvin's apartment that had not been cleaned for a long time.

The light made it squirm, and the fat, juice-filled little white flesh swayed awkwardly in an attempt to hide in the crevices of the cheap, curly carpet hair.

It was a maggot.

And then another, and another.

Under the red deer's unwavering gaze, the gray carpet slowly squeezed out countless white maggots.

The fluorescent lights flickered on the ceiling a few times, then returned to normal - though the sound of electricity became more pronounced, and if you looked closely, you could see that the apartment seemed to be getting a little dim.

Red Deer didn't stop his movements, he just went back to the kitchen, got a can of lemon-flavored foam stain remover (this stain remover is always useful for removing oil from vertical planes), and he pointed the nozzle at the live white maggots and pressed the button.

Upon contact with the cleaning foam, the tiny maggots made a tiny "pop" sound like popped berries, and they burst open, turning into small clumps of black slime.

Some of the remaining maggots writhing faster, and they were very eeri, making one "squeak" after another - maggots don't make that sound.

Maggots never bark.

Red Deer was half-kneeling on the ground, and he carefully wiped the disgusting slime off Calvin's carpet with a cleaning tissue. Then he leaned down and looked down at the bottom of the coffee table—a head resting there, his face completely rotten, gray eyeballs bursting out of their sockets, one drooping down his nose, one tumbling down his cheek. The dead man's head was completely swollen, his face and lips bulged, his gray skin was stretched to translucent, covered with purple and red streaks, yellow mucus seeped out of his pores, and a wet strip of flesh filled his entire mouth, even pushing his jaw open and bulging out of his mouth.

In the hollow eye sockets, dense insect eggs snaked down the black-red stinky bloodstains, and the bottom eggs had hatched - they were the source of the maggots from before.

"Oh...... Hi good evening, sir. ”

Red Deer raised his eyebrows in some surprise, and he reached out and waved at the other party in a friendly manner.

"I hope what I say doesn't offend you," he said to the other with kindness and sincerity, "...... But there is no doubt that you do need to pay attention to your personal hygiene. ”

And after Red Deer's words fell, the object to whom he spoke, the rotten gentleman under the coffee table, squirmed.

[Woo...... Woo woo ......】

A faint sound squeezed out of the gap between his lips (it is clear that you always have a hard time verbalizing when you have a tongue that has swelled several times because of the rot in your mouth), and it sounded almost like some kind of cry, that kind of creepy cry.

【Save...*......%#... Save .........%¥*... Help me......]

Amid the sound of slime bubbles, Mr. Rot cries out for help to the red deer in such pain that he can't even put together a complete sentence.

Mr. Rot, who was completely different from a living person in every way, moved his neck in pain, a terrible stench permeating his body with streams of slime.

"Wow. ”

Red Deer frowned in disgust and let out a low snort.

"Are you serious? That's a little too much......"

He looked up and looked out the window.

Outside the window was darkness that was quieter than death.

However, the glass windows were creaking, and there were some thin red lines spreading in the middle of those cross-shaped cracks.

A dark red viscous liquid was trying to squeeze into the room through the cracks, and the lights on the ceiling were getting louder and louder, and the light was getting darker and darker, and in this light, the walls of Calvin's apartment took on a strange red color.

And the shadows on the ground were gradually deepening and expanding.

Part of Mr. Rot's body is on the stall, while the other part is ...... It's like artificially stretched plasticine, stretching under the sofa at once.

Perhaps it was Red Deer's actions that stimulated the young man, who was still suffering intensely even though he was dying (of course, in the sense of the word, his state was a little different from the real "death").

Suddenly, he lifted his upper body like a python and rushed towards the red deer in the crackling flesh and eggs.

"Damn—"

The red deer let out a hurried curse.

He quickly raised his hand and sprayed the lemon foam spray in his hand towards the other party.

【*……%￥#——】

The moment the foam touched the other party, it strongly corroded the skin and flesh of the other party, and the white foam turned pink, followed by more minced meat falling to the ground.

He let out a scream of pain, but Red Deer's actions quickly stopped his wailing.

Red Deer grabbed Mr. Rotten by the tongue with gloves and pulled the rotten flesh out of his mouth with a pale gray esophagus.

Large eggs fell from the broken esophagus and trachea, and they quickly hatched into cockroaches with bright brown bellies and stiff wings from the moist and foul-smelling pieces of flesh that had fallen before.

"W-that's disgusting!"

Red Deer glared at the mass in his hand and muttered bitterly, "Maybe I should give it back to you." ”

He said embarrassedly at the rotting figure writhing in pain, and then shoved the contents of his hand back into the other's body.

However, this behavior of the red deer did not have a positive effect on the whole scene, and the most obvious manifestation was that the bugs began to become extremely excited and crazy.

Dense bugs emerged from the dark shadows under the couch, and they soon took over the entire ground, then the walls, the ceiling......

The stench and blood filled the air at the same time, and the light had completely disappeared from the room.

Red Deer stood in the middle of the living room, looking a little confused, and he raised one of his hands.

"Uh, maybe I should say I'm sorry?"

And at this time......

"Hmmm......"

As if sensing something strange in the room in his sleep, Calvin let out a low moan on the bed. He shifted his position uneasily, Fuge's potion locking him firmly into the dream, but that didn't stop his body from reacting to his surroundings.

The calm mask on Red Deer's face shattered abruptly in Calvin's voice, and he jumped to his feet, opened the bedroom door, and rushed to Calvin's bedside.

In contrast to the hellish scene in the living room, Calvin's bedroom was unusually peaceful and clean.

(On the bedside table, he lights the lavender-scented aromatherapy that Red Deer prepared for him)

The street lamp outside the window fell on Calvin's bed through the window, making the figure of the young man in the futon look more and more thin and pale.

"Oh, it's going to be right away...... Baby, it'll be fine right away. ”

Red Deer took off his apron and gloves, and then he leaned down and hugged the shivering Calvin, whose face was pale, his brow furrowed, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Red Deer pressed her lips to Calvin's cold cheek and dropped a series of fine, soothing kisses.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, and I'll watch over you. ”

While kissing, he repeated the phrase to Calvin continuously, his hands caressing Calvin's shoulders and back.

After a few minutes, his actions had taken effect, and Calvin visibly relaxed. The youth's breathing became gentle, and the temperature of the skin returned to normal levels. He turned, pressed his face to Red Deer's chest, and continued his journey to sleep.

It was an intimate expression that would never have been found in waking hours—the red deer's heart was beating wildly in his chest, and he stared intently at Calvin's quiet sleeping face, and between his legs, the organ belonging to the male swelled up, making his groin ache for a while.

Completely uncontrollably, he repressed his lips to Calvin's skin, sucking on Calvin's lips and chin like a teenager in a frenzy...... Until a clear, soft voice flowed from Calvin's lips—

“rosatananumquamsaudemihivana!”

As if it had been hit hard, Red Deer's body spasmed with sharp pain in Calvin's voice. Then he rolled feebly out of Calvin's bed, every muscle trembling violently, and it was only after a few moments that he crawled back to Calvin's bed on his knees.

The young man he loved was resting on a soft pillow, his breath slow and calm, his eyes tightly closed, and his thick eyelashes casting a small dark blue shadow under his eyes.

And the red deer's gaze on him became more fanatical and crazy than before.

"I will, my angel—I will do as I am told—"

Red Deer said hoarsely.

"I'm sorry I was distracted before. ”

He stretched out his hand, and every finger that had touched Calvin before appeared as if it had been burned.

"I'll take care of everything here. ”

Red Deer glanced at his hand and continued.

Calvin was still asleep. 166 Reading Network