"You don't seem to like Coke very much?"

Virgili peeked into Calvin's face from behind the cup and said.

Calvin raised his eyes and looked at him, but did not speak.

Isaac once said that when Calvin showed this kind of face, he looked like an archangel in a traditional religious painting who was about to bring heavenly damnation to the world, and no mortal would have the courage to approach him.

(In a way, this may also be the protective color that Calvin put on himself as he was forced to face the dark side of humanity.) ）

Virgilli, however, seemed to be completely oblivious to the gloomy face of his predecessor, and a vague smile of cheerfulness and satisfaction hung over his handsome face, which belonged to the wealthy class, and he continued to speak to himself.

"Actually, the sugar in Coke is not good for your health, but I'm sure you don't want to face the terrible Diet Coke, which is damn terrible, and it's a witch's soup...... By the way, if I'm right, your trouble probably comes from the Adventists?"

Vicky unexpectedly changed the subject.

Calvin jumped up like a cheetah when he heard the words "Adventist", one of his hands quickly reached for his canvas bag, his back slightly arched, and the other reached into his pocket to take out the dagger.

He took a blank slate, and then remembered that at the beginning of his entry, Virgili had half-coaxed and half-forced him to change into new clothes.

Even Calvin himself couldn't believe why he would have listened so much to Vickyli.

The aura on his body became extremely sharp, and he grabbed his backpack and jumped to the back of the couch, making a defensive posture.

Vigili stood there a little stiffly, blinking innocently at those green eyes.

"Calvin?"

He asked.

"What do you know?"

Calvin spoke coldly.

"Oh, Calvin, you, did you misunderstand something?" Virgil slowed down for half a beat before answering in a trance, "Oh my God...... I just wanted to go to the bar and look for you, uh, and you left a note telling me that all the portrait agreements were null and void, and that I could get the furniture back...... Your message looks like a suicide note!I was terrified, that's why I went to that bar, I thought I could find you there, but ...... But none of them have news from you. I have to say, my heart was about to break. Just as I was about to leave, the Adventists rushed in. ”

"The Adventists went to the bar?!"

Calvin asked in shock.

Vigili nodded honestly: "To be honest, I had a bad impression of them before, you should remember that I met that boy before...... I never thought my impression of them would get worse. You must not know that the crowd in the bar is really terrifying, each of them seems to have an evil spirit attached to their backs, and their minds have gone mad, constantly looking for the trouble of the ordinary people in the bar. When I leave the bar, I can describe my departure as a deserted person...... As for you, you also looked pretty bad when I met you, so I guessed if your troubles had anything to do with that horrible sect. ”

Calvin's gaze was sharp as he stared at Virgilli's pure, calm face.

He pursed the corners of his lips, and after a lengthy explanation, he slowly pulled his gun out of his canvas bag and aimed it at Vigilli.

Vigilli's eyes trembled for a moment, and he looked like he was on the verge of crying.

"God, what the hell are you doing? Calvin, I can swear to you that what I just said is true—"

"I believe in you. ”

Calvin interrupted Vicili.

The muzzle of his gun was as steady as ever, pitch black, cold, without a hint of wavering.

"But I have one more question......" his voice was lowered and sounded a little hoarse, "who the hell are you?"

He asked.

******

8 hours ago -

Henderson Avenue

Home of the Advent Sisters

basement

Sinners, they are all sinners.

Imogen stood at the entrance to the basement, staring at the numb-faced creatures in the basement with an icy gaze.

None of them were over sixteen years of age, and the boy wore loose shorts made of the oldest linen, while the girl wore a sleeveless gown of the same material, and her snow-white slender calves protruded from under the dirty skirt and stepped on the muddy floor, which was blackened with blood and dirt. Their hands and insteps were tied to wooden crosses that were crisscrossed, and their wrists had turned purple red from the cords. Each of them had lifeless eyeballs like glass beads, and they drooped their necks and didn't move, and if it weren't for the slight heaving of their chests, they looked like rows of silicone dummies.

Imogen gazed at their dyed blonde hair (some of them stubbornly took on their original color at the roots), and at the pale skin caused by hunger and dehydration, plus long periods of absence from sunlight, another perfect image slowly emerged, superimposed on the young boys and girls.

Imogin's lips quirmed, his body trembled, and he staggered down several steps, reaching out his hand in the faint light.

He silently called out the name—the name in memory—

However, the slender shoulders and necks of those boys involuntarily swelled up in his body.

The illusion vanished from them.

Imogen paused abruptly, his shoulders drooping in despair, and then sniffled, tears slowly running down his dry eyes, intense sadness and anger washing over his heart, which was as old as his body.

"There really isn't much help I can give. I really want to save you and wash away your sins. ”

He muttered under his breath, clenching the cold doorknob.

"But your sin...... Your sins cannot be washed away. ”

He stammered.

"It's not my fault, it's your fault, your sin. ”

He spun around and made his way to the basement door.

"Bang-"

Then he slammed the door shut, and the numb young men were greeted with a stench of darkness again.

Imogen was in an unusually low mood and crawled down the long staircase to his room, his fingers constantly caressing his chest with the picture of the only real angel in the world. The contact with the other person was so short-lived, but he did get redemption.

However, along with the salvation, Imogen also received a gift from the devil. He could no longer be like that man, bathed in the radiance of the angels—once the visions appeared, the vessels that had descended would also be tainted with sin—their sins involved the masculine original sin in Imogin's body, and the illusions always disappeared in his uncontrollable impulses, and those containers, after losing the protection of the angels, became weaker and more emaciated, and finally had to helplessly meet the inevitable death.

This made Imogen feel more disappointed and sad than ever. He believed that he genuinely wanted to save the innocent children.

He pushed his door open in a deep frustration. The light in the room remained comfortably dim, the floor was a light brown maple, and even the tiniest crevices were wiped clean by the devout faithful. A small bed was laid out in the corner, and a large, almost one-man tall wooden cross was nailed to the wallpaper.

And a handsome man turned his head from the tan walnut bookcase with a smile when he heard Imojin push the door.

"Hi there, Mr. Imogen Payne. He said softly.

Imogin's footsteps paused.

Then he calmly walked into the room, and turned to close the door firmly.

"Hello, Mr. Red Deer. ”

Imogen said.

If you listen to the voice, you will find this old man surprisingly calm, but his expression cannot lie, his cheeks are red with excitement, and his pupils are very thin.

"We've met—" Imogen said.

Red Deer raised an eyebrow.

"Let me think it's there...... Oh, yes, on death row! And next to the electric chair! You're still a poor little guy who was about to be electrocuted hahaha......"

He continued.

At this moment, Red Deer's eyes suddenly became cold and gloomy.

Imogen looked at the faded smile on the corner of Red Deer's mouth, and a fanatical emotion appeared in his eyes.

He giggled.

"In this case, I always feel like I should have a drink, I have a very good whiskey, would you like one?" he said with a grin, slowly walking towards the red deer, "I know you want me to be afraid of you, to be in awe of you, like the ignorant monkeys outside, who are scared to the point of being scared when they see you...... Unfortunately, I'm not that type of person. ”

Imogen pushed open the messy books on the bookcase, pulled out a bottle of wine from behind the bookcase, and waved his hand at the red deer.

"I knew you were coming—"

Red Deer took a step back slightly, avoiding Imojin like a freshly pulled piece of shit.

He took out a white silicone surgical glove from his pocket and slowly put it on his body. With a smug smile on his face, Imojin slowly poured wine into his glass, leaning his lean, old body against the bookcase, watching the red deer's movements meaningfully.

"Oh...... I see......" Imogen clapped his hands lightly, "you look down on me, you think I'm not a creature like you at all - you think I'm just like those normal humans." ”

"But I am not—like you, the one who has been given the blood of the Most High—the chosen one!" 166 Reading Network