[He almost swallowed Moses, he won't allow it to bear the pain for you, you have to endure it yourself.] 】

Fugg said softly.

You've put us in danger at the same time, Virgilly. 】

"Oh, sorry......"

Virgili said without any sincerity.

After a while he giggled merrily, and he reminisced about the afternoon scene in his □□ and blood: "You don't know how beautiful he is, his breath is fragrant, his skin is smooth and soft......"

Something in his head throbbed, a tingling sensation that he knew was a warning from Fugg.

[Do you really want to wake him up again?]

"Maybe, if he could really wake up. ”

Vicky muttered as he bit his fingers, teeth gnawing at his hot, broken skin, and a stream of salty, sweet blood poured out of the wound on his phalanges. He struggled to sit up, the seat of the car slippery with the filthy viscous liquid, and in the process he pulled at the terrible wound and let out a gasp.

"I don't like him, just like he doesn't like me. We are just parts of his life, and one day he will absorb them like nutrients. So why should I give up this rare opportunity for fear of his wrath? Please, Fugg, that's Calvin, that's my light, that's my angel, my love......"

His mind stretched out its transparent tentacles like an octopus, carefully licking the memories carefully stored in his mind, Calvin's sweet breath and the warmth of his skin with every touch......

Soon, Fugg was protesting harshly at the nasty fantasies that were surging through Vigilli's mind.

A sharp pain—a pain that reminded Virgili of the horror he had felt when he was dissected by Fugg*—exploded in front of his eyes, and the whole person fell forward heavily.

His eye sockets hit the seat in front of him, and when he opened them again, his beautiful mint green eyes turned blood-red.

"Oh, damn it, damn Fugg!"

He screamed in exasperation.

"It's low-level revenge! You're jealous of me...... You're all jealous of me! But it's okay, he's mine, he's got to be mine!"

He said.

[Shut up!]

Fugg said in disgust.

Don't forget what we should be doing today. 】

His voice was hazy, like a shortwave broadcast about to break.

Angry as he wiped away a wisp of dark red blood from his eye sockets and nostrils with the back of his hand, he continued to gnaw at the knuckles of his index finger, squeaking it.

More than ever, he wanted to fight Fugg, but the pain ...... Oh, that terrible pain...... Eventually, Virgili restrained some of the hubris that had been ignited by Calvin's closeness.

"Sooner or later, I'll give you everything back. ”

He muttered quietly, pressing his face against the window in an eerie pose.

His red eyeball fluttered in its sockets, peering through the dark glass into the dark alley.

A little farther away (about a hundred and fifty meters to be exact), a woman wrapped herself in a black coat and a man in an inconspicuous jacket with a hood covering his face were silently walking along the wall in the direction of Virgilli.

Both of them kept their heads bowed, their faces covered with their clothes, and they moved cautiously, like two ghouls wandering the streets at dawn to forage for food.

Oh, of course, they're not ghouls, they're Mr. Zara Barrick, the third-class senior priest of the Adventists, and the newest official, Lady Madeleine.

Virgili tilted his head to stare at their figures, lowered his voice and whistled.

"Welcome. ”

He said, slowly reaching out and pulling open the storage compartment in the car. There were a dazzling array of dissecting tools and potions. Virgili opted for a thin roll of steel wire and an old-fashioned razor.

Then he staggered open the car door and walked out.

His bare feet trampled in the dirty sewage of the alley, and a rat was startled by the splashing of water, and ran out of the garbage in a panic with its small sparkling eyes.

"Who is it?"

The sound of Vigilli's footsteps caused Zara Barrick to stop alarmingly. Theoretically, there should be no visitors in this alley except them, Mr. Priest shouted sharply in the direction from which the voice came, he tried to keep his eyes open to see the visitors, but strangely his vision was very blurry, behind the dirty walls on both sides of the alley, there were small shadows of light cast by the cheap neon lights of other buildings, but strangely enough, the priest felt as if he had fallen into a haunted house, and the light fell into the shadows, and the shadows ate the light.

He couldn't see anything.

But you can clearly hear "pop" and "pop...... The slimy, footsteps in the mud.

The footsteps were getting closer, closer and closer.

But Zara Barrick never saw the man, and he slowly reached for his waist, his gun, and at that moment the footsteps suddenly disappeared.

……

Vigili stopped.

A shattered glass mirror leaned against the garbage heaps on either side of the alley, with obscene posters that had turned yellow and faded.

At the edges of the mirror, the mercury had fallen off, leaving patches of brown circular smudges, like the skin of a man with a skin tumor. Vigilli's gaze swept over the mirror—shivering in the blurred reflection of the mirror, with Zara Barrick and Madeleine.

Virgili tilted his head, staring back at the darkness in front of him.

There was nothing in front of him.

"Squeak-"

The panicked rat had run to the middle of the alley, and it felt uneasy.

It felt like a cat or raccoon was staring at it in the dark, its stomach throbbing with hunger, but the hair that exploded on its back made it instinctively want to run away.

Run from the darkness, run away, run under the iron railing of the drain pipe. There it has a safe nest.

Its paws "snapped" and "snapped" and stepped on the sewage and made a small sound.

A few seconds later—maybe just a second—its tiny body exploded into a bright red flower in the middle of the alley.

The red ones are its exploding skin, and the stamens are its delicate and delicate internal organs.

The blood fell and drained into the sewage, turning black again.

Then its corpse, or rather a handful of minced meat, also fell, and before it had even touched the sewage, it had turned black and sticky like mud.

"Smack. ”

The rat eventually drained completely into the sewage.

The black "mud" is brought together with the real mud.

"Oh, shit. ”

Vigili watched all this and cursed.

This is ...... "door".

When the "door" opens, that's when the red deer appears.

Although I don't understand why the "door" appeared at this time......

Vigili could already feel the man in his body gradually opening his eyes in the darkness - he was very unhappy that he could not personally cut into pieces those who had insulted Calvin and made Calvin unhappy.

But it was too late for Vicilly to continue cursing.

It was as if a hand was pressing him into the black water.

The lack of oxygen and the feeling of suffocation poured into Vigilli's soul at the same time, and he struggled weakly for a moment, then met a pair of cold, cold eyes.

[Get a good night's sleep, garbage. 】

The man had a handsome and gloomy face, and he opened his mouth at Vicili, revealing a canine tooth that was much more developed than normal, Bai Sensen's canine.

Vigili shuddered, and he saw the man's throat, the face of a melancholy Romanian man looming in his throat.

(Poor Histu)—Vicky thought, and then he sank to the bottom of the viscous dark sea of thoughts.

……

……

……

“…… The mother goat was going to graze, and she told her seven children...... Don't open the door when I'm away...... The big bad wolf will eat you all...... Don't open the door, but don't open the door......"

Zara Barrick heard a strange voice.

"So, what's that sound?"

Madeleine asked in a crying voice behind him. Zara Barrick didn't want to pay any attention to her.

Shut up—he roared furiously in his own head, his fingers already on the trigger, and for a second he wanted to shoot the bitch in the face just by hearing Madeleine's feeble, useless voice.

But he didn't dare, he was about to be frightened mad by the sound he heard.

It was a man's humming voice, humming a wacky nursery rhyme and repeating the last line of the lyrics.

God knows why he was so scared, and he inexplicably felt as if he was back in eleven or twelve, when his father drunkenly broke into his room.

"Hey, baby, let's talk. ”

His father pulled him out of the covers, his tongue licking his face and chest with a strong liquor scandal.

Zara Barrick tried to control his thoughts, but he always felt like he smelled the stench of wine at this moment.

Oh, and that tongue, that tongue, that tongue—

"Let's talk, baby. ”

A muffled, deep male voice with a thick Southern accent slowly replaced the humming that had been lingering in his ears.

Zara Barrick seemed to be frozen.

His eyes widened, and he raised his gun to the man who was gradually emerging from the darkness.

He could already see what the other person was like.

It was a fat, flushed-faced Caucasian man, the fat on his cheeks drooping down from alcoholism, his crooked lips showing yellow teeth, and he smiled at Zara Barrick, the tongue sticking out and licking his lips.

"Hey, son, long time no see. He grinned, his eyes shining like cheap colored bulbs that he had forgotten to remove from a tree after Christmas.

"You should be dead...... That's right, you should ...... You should have died a long time ago......"

The man died of liver cancer when he was thirteen years old. He didn't go for his last look.

His life began at the moment of the man's death, and it was from this moment that he believed in the Child of Light with great devotion - he prayed to the man, he prayed to the angel that his father would die, and then the man was really dead.

Zara Barrick never thought he would see this man who was supposed to be his father again, but at this moment, he was here, less than a meter away from him.

The unmistakable smell of alcohol and body odor came at him, and Zara Barrick got goosebumps on his back.

"Don't come closer- don't come near me-"

He screamed in panic.

His father, however, acted as if he hadn't heard, and he walked drunkenly towards Zara Barrick.

He's always drunk.

From Zara Barrick's throat came a "ho-ho" sound, a sound of intense fear and anger.

"I fucking told you not to come here!"

He roared, then pulled the trigger, again and again.

His father stood there in amazement, his fat body hollowed out, pale yellow fat mixed with beer pouring out of the bullet holes, and small white dots surging in the foul-smelling, viscous liquid, maggots.

No blood, not a drop of blood.

"You've turned bad, Zach, and it really saddens me, you've become a bad boy by the time I left you. ”

Zara Barrick's father grinned, and he was so close that the priest could even see the yellow, slimy coating on his father's tongue.

He held out his hand to Zara Barrick.

"We should talk. ”

He said.

Tears welled up in Zara Barrick's eyes.

"It's a nightmare, yes, it's supposed to be a nightmare, you're dead, there's absolutely no way you're going to be again...... No, no, I have to wake up, I have to wake up quickly, everything is okay, you are just a nightmare. ”

He trembled and muttered to himself.

The fingers with the fat mucus almost touched his cheek.

Zara Barrick put the gun to her chin.

"It's just a nightmare. ”

He said, and then he pulled the trigger.

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