A week later-

"Smack-"

With a crisp sound, the detergent-stained glass slipped from Calvin's fingertips and smashed into the sink that hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

The faucet was still on, and the water hit the bottom of the sink and brought up layers of white foam that covered the glass shards that were scattered in all directions. Calvin stood by the sink for a moment, and it took him a moment to come back to his senses.

"Hell. ”

He stared at the mess in front of him, frowned and cursed in a low voice.

This is by no means the first time he has traveled on a business trip today due to a trance of his mind.

It's been a few days since the horrific death drama that Georgie Alston unfolded in front of his apartment, and the speculation and discussion on social media has begun to wane. For the people who live in this area, the horrific scene fades from their memories a little earlier than the Internet - people who spend a lot of time in this area are always used to death and blood, which makes them a little more apathetic and forgetful than ordinary people.

Calvin rubbed his forehead, and instead of bothering the shards of glass in the sink, he lit a cigarette for himself, and then leaned against the window gloomily, and looked through the window at the filthy front of the apartment: there, the yellow warning sign prohibiting entry had been removed, the white chalk had faded on the ground, and there was an area on the concrete floor that was slightly darker than the others. Calvin recognized it as the place where Georgie's body had been placed, the blood had penetrated the cheap cement, and it was estimated that it would take some time for the traces to fade. Near the flower bed, there was a bouquet of white flowers that had been weak and had gradually withered. It was the one that Georgie's mother had left here crying a few days ago - the woman had not been seen since, and she had a regular job in the bar to the west, and the regulars listened to the tragic stories of the sad woman, and occasionally drunkenly put an extra sum of money in her chest.

Calvin took a deep puff of the cigarette and exhaled it, the pungent smoke surging upwards along his trachea, bringing a burning pain.

There's no way he's going to forget Jì Georgie, or there's no way he's forgetting the "I love you" card written on it in front of Jì's disgusting human cake.

Although there was no evidence, and Isaac had been whispering in his ear, Calvin could clearly hear his instincts warning him. Georgie's death is undoubtedly related to his secret connection. After all, there is probably no one in this world who knows better than Calvin what those dark and fanatical ** are all about, and it is precisely because of this that Calvin will never mistake the disgusting aura on Georgie's corpse.

Calvin felt sick.

A sense of foreboding hovered in Calvin's mind like the flies that hovered over Georgie's corpse.

Something is about to happen...... Calvin thought, and that was obviously not going to be a good thing.

Georgie's death was more like a notice, a beginning.

And if the ultimate goal of that psychopathic killer is ultimately him......

There was a tingling pain from Calvin's fingers, and he snapped back to his senses, only to realize that the cigarette in his hand had burned to the end before he knew it.

Calvin rubbed his forehead, and he stood up from the window and pressed the burnt cigarette to the sink.

"Bang bang bang-"

And at this time, the door of his apartment was slammed.

Calvin had to admit that he was taken aback: because the banging on the door was so intense and crazy. The not-so-quality apartment door was slamming and falling dust, as if a frenzied black bear was chasing him behind the doorkeeper.

"-"

Calvin couldn't help but whisper a swear word, he could already predict how upset the old woman downstairs would be with the terrible noise.

He hurried to the door, and put his eyes on the cat's eye to look out.

In the narrow view of the circle, Calvin could only see a man in a black robe standing in his doorway with his head bowed. The black fabric completely concealed the figure and face of the visitor, but there was no way to hide the violent trembling of the person's body.

"Who is it?!"

Calvin's brow furrowed, and he roared vigilantly towards the door.

However, he was met with an even more violent banging on the door, the door panel shaking, and Calvin could almost hear the overwhelming creak of the door.

Faintly, a heavy gasp could be heard from the other side - the man was still banging frantically on the door.

Calvin's neighbors were all remarkably quiet at this time, and none of them tried to stick their heads out to see what was going on outside, and the hallway was silent—all the more deafening the black-robed man banging on the door.

Calvin's eyes deepened little by little, and he tilted his head and reached out his hand, expertly reaching out a gun through the gap between the shoe cabinet and the wall.

"Who's out there?"

Calvin said expressionlessly outside, and this time, his voice sounded even very calm.

However, the gun in his hand was silently pressed against the door.

And the moment his voice fell, the knock on the door stopped abruptly.

Heavy breathing reached Calvin's ears through the crack in the door.

“…… Be...... It's ......"

It was a very small, hoarse voice, which came out faintly from under the black robe.

“…… Be...... I. ”

Calvin couldn't even put the fragmented words together in a single sentence, but that didn't stop him from identifying the voice's owner.

Calvin's face changed suddenly.

"Billy?!"

He tightened his grip on his gun and tore open the door.

Almost as soon as the door opened, Billy threw himself forward like a sack full of grain. The black robe that enveloped him lifted a corner, revealing jeans and sneakers that had been stained with mud so hard to see their primary colors.

A strange feeling flew through Calvin's mind, but Billy didn't give him a chance to think deeply.

Exposing only a small part of his self-esteem to the black robe, Billy acted as if he had made an irreparable mistake. He squirmed on the ground, recovering his ankles with his black robe at an alarming rate. He was shaking under the black fabric, like an epileptic patient in a seizure.

"Billy...... What happened to you?"

Calvin couldn't help but ask.

He looked solemnly at the ends of the hallway. And then I have to thank the good habits of the residents of this apartment, who don't have the habit of peeking into their brains.

Even though Billy had banged on the door like a madman, the hallway was still quiet at this moment. Calvin breathed a sigh of relief as he slowly closed the door, and then he leaned his body against the wall and looked at Billy with a blank expression.

Calvin had put the cold, heavy gun in his pocket—through the fabric, the muzzle of the gun was always aimed at the boy on the carpet who looked very wrong.

Calvin's fingers were always pressed on the trigger of that gun.

"Billy, what the hell did you do?"

Calvin asked, word for word.

"Georgie was killed - I know he was following you at the time. He said

"Huhu...... Woowoo woo ......"

The black robe shook violently, and Calvin heard a suppressed whimper.

"You shouldn't have opened the door, Calvin, you shouldn't have opened the door......" Billy muttered very vaguely, his tone fluctuating like that of a psychopath, "...... No, no, no...... Save me...... Calvin...... Help me...... Woowoo...... Only you can save me, I know it shouldn't be, I shouldn't come to you...... Oh, my God...... He told me that I shouldn't have come to you, and that the devil would follow me to you...... But...... Whining...... I'm sorry Calvin I can't help it...... Only you can save me, I really can't help it......"

The muscles under Calvin's eyelids twitched slightly.

【Hum――】

A bizarre, indescribable white noise shook in the depths of his mind. Calvin felt some dull pain in his head.

He knew that in such a situation - with a gun in his hand and a boy huddled less than two meters away in a black robe, obviously out of his mind (and the boy was still damned for a horrific murder), he shouldn't have any distractions or distractions.

But he had no way to control himself.

A spiritual uproar was coming over him.

A strong feeling of vomiting poured from Calvin's stomach to his throat, and in a short moment he felt the whole room slowly melt like a heated candle, and Billy in front of him was deformed, the boy's black robe became stenched and hot like melted asphalt, and something curled and writhing crawled out of the shadow behind the boy.

"Hoo ......"

Calvin closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all he saw was his own carpet that had not been cleaned in a long time, worn furniture, and walls that had begun to mold because of water leaks. And, of course, the Billy on the ground, who was clearly not quite normal.

There is no asphalt, no black robe, no twisted shadow.

The hallucinations I had just seen seemed so far away, and the noise in Calvin's mind was fading away little by little.

This was because of the side effects of overdosing, Calvin knew this, this was not the first time he had a seizure, but he didn't know why he was so irritable now because of his short moment of fugue.

"Billy - better take off that thing you're wearing on me, and tell me honestly what the hell is going on!

There was something rough about Calvin's voice.

He took a step forward with some agitation, trying to rip Billy's black robe off. But his action caused Billy to scream in horror in an instant.

"No-no-no-no-please-you can't do that! he'll see me, he'll see me, and he'll find me. Billy shuddered, crawling towards the corner.

Calvin was surprised to find that he had no way to catch Billy, and although he was crying and screaming and shaking like a frightened quail, his movements were incredibly fast. Billy, who was covered in black robes, crawled and even ...... It even seems a little weird.

Calvin stopped himself. He looked at Billy, the fold of his brow darkening even deeper than before. He gripped the gun in his pocket harder than before, but his voice slowed. Whenever Calvin spoke like this, his hoarse voice became particularly irresistible.

"Who is that 'he' you are talking about? is it someone I know? or ...... Hey, listen, Billy, you have to know that if you don't tell me the truth, there's nothing I can do to help you. You don't look good right now. ”

"Woo...... It's someone you know, Calvin...... It's Dr. Holden! It's Dr. Holden! He won't let me come to you. He knew you were the only one who could save me—oh God, □□ God, he wouldn't let me come here......"

"What? What did you say?"

As the syllable "Doctor Holden" fell into Calvin's ears, he realized that he had to use all his strength to restrain himself from pressing the trigger on Billy.

The muscles in his face twisted.

"Billy, I'll say it one last time, you have to tell me the truth, what the hell are you afraid of......?

Why such gibberish?

Calvin couldn't help but reach out as he tried to rip Billy's black robe off again, trying to look Billy in the eye before continuing the damn conversation.

And yet, something that Calvin was completely incomprehensible to just like that-

Billy ran away from his fingertips.

With a "snort", he went straight and quickly under Calvin's couch.

Calvin's face froze in place.

He couldn't believe his eyes—there was only a slit at the bottom of his couch that was less than ten centimeters long.

Billy, however, burrowed into it as if he had no bones on him, just a puddle of invisible mollusks.

"Billy?"

Calvin shouted slowly.

"I'm sorry...... Calvin...... I can't let you do that. It's the only thing that can blind him, I can't...... If you can't show it, he'll find me, and then, and then I'll be like Georgie...... Woowoo...... Help me...... Calvin, don't open the door, don't open the door......"

From under the couch came Billy's incoherent wail.

"You're confusing me," Calvin breathed heavily, glaring stiffly at the bottom of his couch and spoke, "'he' you're talking about now is my father? ”

"Whether it's when he's alive or ...... After his death. ”

Seconds later, Calvin added.

"No, no, no, Dr. Holden is a good man, he's always been a good guy - he just wants to protect you from those things - Calvin, be careful. ”

"Be careful......?"

Just as Calvin tried to contain his panic and panic and continue the conversation with Billy, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrate.

Calvin craned his neck, holding the gun in one hand, and slowly, slowly pulling out his phone with the other, and putting it to his ear.

"Hey. ”

Calvin answered the call.

"Hey, man, it's me. ”

From the other end of the microphone came Azac's voice.

"Your call came just in time, I have something to tell you. ”

Calvin said hurriedly, "Billy is ...... with me."

"We found Billy. ”

His voices overlapped with those of Isaac.