Virgili did not listen to "Helen" and obediently got out. Instead, he deftly climbed up from the ground and grabbed "Helen" by the wrist as he was about to turn away.

"Please grant my request, I really have no ill intentions, I'm just portraying you - your beauty - "

He said eagerly to "Helen", as if he hadn't noticed the other party's sudden blue face.

At the first moment, "Helen" tried to pull his wrist back from Virgilli's palm, but strangely enough, he tried a few times but failed. Perhaps overzealous, Vicili's fingers were firmly attached to "Helen's" wrist bone, and in contrast to the soft, innocuous appearance, the innocent-looking boy had hands that were cold reminiscent of reptiles. And now his cold fingers were wrapped around Helen's wrist like a snake.

"Let it go!"

Helen's other fist clenched, and he hissed in a whispered warning. Apparently he was only touched by someone on the skin of his wrist, but "Helen" looked like he had been hit by a dead toad, and he couldn't even bear it until Virgilli understood what he meant. At the same time as the warning sounded, he had subconsciously raised his fist to give Vigili a few blows, just as he had done with the strange men and women who harassed him in the past.

However, at this moment, a crisp girl's voice sounded hesitantly behind "Helen".

"Good evening, Brother Calvin...... Belch...... Excuse me?"

"Helen," or should I say Calvin's fist, suddenly stopped in midair. He jerked his head to look around the corner, where a young girl was smiling awkwardly at him. He didn't usually like to be called by his real name (though he never liked the nickname "Helen" either), but the little girl was obviously an exception.

"Did I disturb you beating the pervert?"

After spotting Calvin and seeing herself, the little girl tilted her head and said.

She looked ten years old, maybe a little younger, with a tousled curly ginger hair, like all the neglected girls in the ghetto, her body was small, her teeth were not straight, and she spoke with a tone of maturity far beyond her age, a white dress from a second-hand store hanging empty over her.

Under Isha's curious gaze, Calvin exhaled slowly, he withdrew his fist, and then glanced coldly at Vigilly, and it was only then that Vigili seemed to have a sudden realization, and he blushed and let go of Calvin's wrist.

"Yes, I'm sorry—"

Virgili spoke in alarm, but Calvin's gaze passed straight through him as if it were through air.

"Isha, how did you get here?"

He greeted the little girl named Isa, rubbing the wrist of the other hand with one hand, and Vigilli's previous grip had left a red mark on his skin.

"Mom told me to wait here for her. Isha stole a glance at Vigilli, but she quickly relaxed, shrugging her shoulders, "...... We were kicked out by the landlord again, and I couldn't find a place to go until she got off work. ”

Isha added casually, and then leaned slightly to show Calvin that she was carrying a bulging school bag, which most likely contained all the little girl's belongings in life.

“……”

Calvin stared sternly at the little girl and her package, his face a little ugly.

After a few moments, he sighed softly, then reached out and rubbed his temples.

"You can stay in the staff break room for a while, don't just run around. ”

Calvin said to Isha in that tone that did not rise or fall.

Isha immediately laughed slyly - this was what she needed to have, or she wouldn't have desperately stuffed her backpack (and she had chosen the biggest and most broken bag) that almost no one was safe in a place like the Cross Bar - her mother might not have thought of it, but Calvin would.

A child like Isha will always know who is the softest-hearted, even if he always has a tired look on his face.

She tiptoed past Calvin and ran to the door of the bar.

"Thank you, Brother Calvin, you're such an angel!" she glanced into the bar, pausing quickly, then she looked back at Calvin and said, "Well, can I stay at the door and wait for you to go with you to the staff break room after you beat that pervert?"

It was only at this moment that Vigilli finally found an opportunity to speak, and he eagerly stretched out a finger to himself.

"Sorry, this was a misunderstanding - I'm not a pervert—"

Calvin interrupted him rudely.

"There wasn't any beating, just an unwelcome guest, and we're done. ”

"I really didn't mean that, I, I just wanted to ......," Vigili still weakly tried to explain.

Isha tilted her head, looking at the red-faced Vigilli like a little fox slyly, and then whistled.

"But he looks super 'ha' you, Brother Calvin—"

She used a slightly vulgar word, and Calvin mercilessly slapped the little girl on the back of the head.

"Don't learn from those people. ”

He said coldly.

Isha craned her neck and grimaced in fear.

"I really don't mean anything else, I can apologize if I misunderstood what I just said......" Vigilli explained in vain.

"I don't care what you mean, I just need you to fucking fuck off. ”

Calvin said coldly at Virgilly.

"But ......"

"Whatever you want to say, the answer is 'no'. ”

These were Calvin's last words to Virgili that night, and after the words fell, he finally gave up on continuing the stupid repeater conversation with the foolish boy.

He still had Isha on his arm and led her towards the bar.

Virgili looked enviously at Issa's back behind him, holding the expensive bag, and it was a long time before he left with his shoulders slumped. Just looking at his back, you get the impression that he looks a bit like a stray dog that has been kicked away after trying to get home with someone.

Calvin slowed down a step in the bar, glancing quickly at the door, silently relieved to find that Vicky had left.

"You don't have any resistance to that type, Brother Calvin. ”

Suddenly, the girl's crisp voice rang out.

Isha peeked into Calvin's face from the bottom up, and there was a disguised maturity in her voice,

Calvin looked down at her and did not speak.

“…… You are very gentle with him, if it were someone else, you would have beaten the a long time ago. ”

Isha apparently took Calvin's cold reply as some kind of encouragement, and she analyzed it with great interest—"But you didn't even lift your fist! and you said so much to him...... So much! You don't even like to talk to me, you hate ......" Isha grumbled almost coquettishly, not knowing what she was thinking, and after a few seconds she suddenly looked at Calvin with wide eyes and horror, "Wait, Brother Calvin, you shouldn't be 'this', right?"

She held out a small finger and shook it in front of Calvin's eyes.

Calvin stared at her with a blank look on his face—he felt as if his migraine was about to strike.

"Your mother really shouldn't have let you come here. ”

He muttered in pain and reached out to press Isha's little finger down.

"He's not someone who belongs here. ”

Calvin had to explain that he was almost frightened by the terrifying imagination of a young girl of his age.

Virgili ...... That's the name, right?

The word slipped through Calvin's mind, and he thought casually.

Of course, he was unlikely to beat up Mr. Dim Sum like a who was harassing him, and there was probably no one in the whole neighborhood who would be as nasty as Calvin to get into trouble, and Virgilli, anyone could tell that he was a real superior man, the child of a rich man—a naïve man spoiled by money.

He thought of the look on his face that Vigilli was expecting to paint a portrait of him, and the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled into a slightly mocking sneer.

“…… I think he has a perverted face. Even if you really like men, it's best not to look for that type of man, they generally have very, very scary perverted thoughts......"

In the short moment that Calvin was disturbed by Isa, the little lady had already begun to analyze Vigilli's appearance, and she pursed her lips with an eerie expression.

"Oh......"

Calvin replied casually.

Isha soon realized Calvin's carelessness and immediately protested.

"I mean, he's really weird -- you know what I mean. ”

She deliberately lengthened her voice, gesturing in the air to attract Calvin's attention.

Calvin pressed a finger against her forehead with an expressionless expression.

"Watch less horror movies, that's not what a girl your age should see. He said.

Isha glared at him angrily.

"All works of art are a distillation of life—Miss Malvern said. ”

Calvin involuntarily reached out and rubbed his temples, and he dug into the pocket of his hoodie and magically pulled out a half-melted toffee. Then he quickly tore off the candy wrapper, broke Isa's jaw, and shoved the candy into her mouth.

"Well, Miss Holmes, I'll take note, please don't worry. ”

Calvin said helplessly, a quick flash of tenderness in his eyes.

……

And a block away from the Cross Bar, the man Calvin and Isa discussed curled up in the back seat of a silver ghost Rolls-Royce.

He clasped his hands around his chest, and his body trembled like a patient with a seizure.

"I touched him, I touched him, God, I touched him......"

The dreamy sweet muttering kept repeating on the edge of his mouth, his pupils dilated, and his palms kept rubbing against his shoulders, sticking out his wet tongue and slowly licking his fingers.

"It's so sweet—he's so sweet—"

"Calm down, Virgilli. ”

Suddenly, a grim voice overflowed Virgilli's lips.

It sounded very different from Virgilly's original neurotic voice - a hoarse, pure British accent.

"Are you trying to wake up Red Deer? I think if he knew about your actions today - he would probably be happy to teach you a lesson. ”

Vigilli's lips twitched.

He blinked.

"Please, Fugg...... Please don't say it as if I'm afraid of him. ”

He sat up from his seat and curled his tongue and muttered.

If Calvin had been here, he would have been shocked to find out how far Vigilli's current appearance was from his previous pure appearance. He seemed evil and sweet, like a playboy who wandered to the lowest depths of darkness - only true blood and sin could give birth to this thick dark temperament.

"If you're smart enough, you won't anger a madman who is jealous of your jealousy - especially if he's a 'red deer'. ”

The voice came out of Vigilli's throat again.