Red Deer was busy sorting out his plastic gloves, and when he did this kind of thing, he always showed a strange elegance, like a nobleman who came out of the old times, you don't see this kind of person in modern society anymore, the real aristocracy needs human flesh and soul to survive. Red Deer's face was expressionless in the face of Imogin's roar, but the elderly priest could clearly feel the contempt from above.

It's been so much since that night fifteen years ago, and Imogin's heart has begun to beat again with strong emotions.

Pounding, pounding, pounding—

The muscles in the back of his neck began to twitch as if they were twitching.

Eat one's heart out.

If that sentiment were anything, Imogen would call it that. Years ago on death row, when the red deer took the angel's fingertips, the burning emotion that almost evaporated his internal organs was jealousy.

He was jealous of the Red Deer's madness, and he was able to glimpse a piece of God's treasure in the world only when he was already beginning to decay, and the Red Deer, the filthy man, was stealing his share of the gift in front of him.

When the red deer that appeared in front of him again still maintained its young and handsome appearance, Imojin felt the poisonous snake entrenched in his heart awaken, and he knew that it was the effect of a gift, and he could vaguely smell the breath of an angel from the red deer's body.

Imogen glanced at the wall—there was a large mirror on the wall facing the cross, and the cross landed right in the center of the mirror. Now, a hazy glow that only he could see was emerging in that mirror.

Imogen felt his body fill up again, and the pride and satisfaction flowed like a stream in his heart again.

Red Deer had taken care of everything for himself, and he looked up at Imokinliu. His state had changed, his pupils had shrunk to a tiny point, and he smiled as he smiled with snow-white teeth in the middle of his bright red grinning lips.

"I still have doubts. ”

Red Deer spoke slowly, word by word.

"But now that all the questions have been answered, you can spy on his presence, right?"

A chill ran beneath Imogin's shriveled skin, and he hissed defiantly at the red deer, "Actually, there's so much more I can do. ”

******

In the first few years after the angel's departure, Imogen only endured the pain in his heart, and became more and more devout in prayer, and he maintained a dullness of ignorance at that time, not aware that the angel's gift to him had befallen him. He can occasionally see some visions, about himself and about other people.

One morning while he was shaving, he saw in the mirror the face of his old friend who had been smashed into a car accident, blood dripping all over the mirror, fresh, hot blood running down the edge of the mirror.

He was startled, and when he came to his senses, he saw the blood left in the sink and his panicked eyes in the mirror - he thought something was wrong with him, until six months later, his old friend had really been knocked into a rotten pumpkin as shown in the mirror. At the funeral he couldn't hold back his tears, and no one until it was emotion rather than grief.

Over the next many years, several more fantasies appeared in the mirror, and of course, Imogen preferred to call it "revelation". He foresaw the change of president, the death of his colleagues, and the expulsion of his original church...... Oh, and the last thing drove him crazy.

When this scene appeared in the mirror, he grabbed the mouthwash cup in anger and smashed it directly at the disgusting pig face of the church leader.

And so it happened—the person in charge was smashed to pieces by his cup in the mirror—and a few months later, when Imogen handed in his resignation and decided to devote himself to the Adventists, blood suddenly burst out of the charge on a quiet night.

He was reduced to a pile of minced meat in front of his wife and daughter. It shattered like the mirror that Imogen had replaced.

Imogen finally found himself able to do more.

******

"A lot of people think they're being treated specially. ”

Red Deer licked his lips as he looked at Imogen indifferently, an evil flame burning under his eyes.

"But you're not, and I can tell you that, you might be a little clever...... But everything will end today. ”

He walked towards Imogin, the dim light left a shadow behind him, but the dark shadow was much larger than the shadow that a normal person should have,

They spread out like fans, sticking to the floor, and at the edges you can see a dog with its neck stretched out, its fangs exposed.

Red Deer pulled out a long, silver German saw blade.

Imojin slowly backed away confidently, guiding the red deer to the range of the mirror.

He glanced quickly into the mirror, then let out a "hmm" sound.

He saw a man standing in the mirror with his hands in his hands and smiling.

The man looked almost identical to the Red Deer, but the moment he saw him, Imogin, who had no intention of flinching in the face of the Red Deer, was consumed by a powerful fear.

That man wasn't Red Deer.

The red deer is human, and the man is not.

That man is ......

"No—"

He shuddered.

He saw the mirror, which always emitted a hazy and divine light, dimming.

His body appeared in the mirror.

"Tick ......"

"Tick ......"

"Tick ......"

Dark red blood slowly trickled down the edge of the mirror, and Imogin's own blood smelled of rotting citrus.

Imogen turned his face to the red deer.

"You'll regret it," he repeated nervously, "'he' won't let you go." ”

Red Deer frowned, he didn't answer Imogin. When Red Deer tilted his head to look in the mirror, the only thing he could see was his own face.

And he likes his face, his body, and the world.

******

Eight hours later—

Inside Vigilli's villa, Calvin's gun was pointed at the man who claimed to be Vigilli and did not move.

The other party reached out with some embarrassment and scratched the tip of his nose.

"I ...... All right...... I'm sorry, Calvin, but you're a lot more sensitive than I thought. ”

He drooped his shoulders in a dejected manner, then raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I thought I was dressed well, may I ask, where is it exposed?"

Calvin's eyes grew colder and colder after the other party admitted that it was not Virgilli.

"Who are you?" ”

Calvin ignored his words and insisted on his own questioning.

"I'm Vigilli......" The man frowned a little distressedly and muttered, taking a few steps back in fright after finding Calvin's finger directly on the trigger, "Hey, hey, calm down, I'm another personality of Vigilly! God, you should know that!"

Calvin's expression remained unchanged, and he shook the muzzle of his gun motionally.

"Take your clothes off. ”

He said.

The man in the surrender pose suddenly widened his eyes, and his face turned red.

"Take off ...... Undress...... It's a bit of a strange thing to do. ”

Contrary to the slightly twisted prevarication, he took off his shirt quite neatly before Calvin could say it a second time.

Calvin glanced quickly at the upper body of his □□, which was quite familiar and belonged to Virgil's body.

The man's hand was on his belt, and he looked quite interested.

"Do I need to take my pants off? I'm sorry, I only have some memories of Virgilli, I'm not sure you've progressed to-"

"The other personalities of Virgili do not lie that they are him. What about Virgilli? Who the hell are you? What do you want to do? What do you have to do with the Adventists?"

Calvin interrupted him.

The man loosened his belt with some regret, and after breaking away from Vigilli's disguise, his slightly frivolous temperament could no longer be concealed.

"You can call me Reed, and for God's sake, I lied about being Vigilli just to make a joke...... And you looked like a frightened hedgehog at the time, and if I really told you that I wasn't Virgili but his new personality, you wouldn't have paid any attention to me! You weren't in a good state at the time, and it was too dangerous for you to stay on the street like that, that's why I ...... Well, well, I apologize to you, don't look at me like that, dear Calvin, I really have no ill will. ”

He said it fairly lightly.

"We've had some problems before, Vigili and the others are still asleep, so I'm in charge of the body at the moment. Reid lowered his voice and winked provocatively at Calvin, "You must know that the soul of people with multiple personalities is very fragile, so a new personality will appear with a little stimulation, you really don't have to be so nervous." Although the personalities have their own personalities, they are based on the same core development and split, just as Virgilly will never hurt you, and neither will I. ”

Reid said kindly, reaching out and slowly pressing down on Calvin's gun.

Calvin was startled and realized that before he knew it, the man named Reed had approached him while talking.

"You are a stranger to me, but I am familiar with you. Reed stared at Calvin's face from a close distance, probably because of his completely different temperament, he looked much older than the others.

"I have other people's memories, so ...... Calvin, you are a very good friend, a great patient, and a good owner for me. Reed continued, his lips almost touching Calvin's ear, "...... The dumplings were delicious. 166 Reading Network