The Smiths died in a very horrific accident.

The husband, wife, and three daughters all died of blood loss, and the murder weapon was an ordinary ice blade.

But the puzzling thing is that the murderer can not be found in this murder tragedy. The ice blade was covered with blood and fingerprints, densely packed with fingerprints, and it was clear that the murderer had never tried to hide his existence.

However, all of those fingerprints actually came from the members of the Smiths themselves.

The fingerprints of five people overlapped and intertwined, and each person's fingerprints were on it. According to the medical examiner's subsequent dissection and judgment, the fatal wounds on their bodies were also caused by members of the family: the deepest and most determined wounds were usually located above the chest, and came from Mr. Smith's attack. And those shallow and dragging wounds are the "works" of the daughters. Fatal and non-fatal cuts and stab wounds were found on the surface of almost all members' bodies...... But here's where the mystery lies, and the bodies of both the Smiths and their three daughters are full of smiles and no sign of resistance.

They looked ...... It looked like they were stabbing each other with knives and treating each other as if it were a game.

After seeing the scene, the police officers involuntarily had this ridiculous idea in their hearts, and then quickly pressed it to the bottom of their thoughts, two of which had to undergo psychological treatment for the case until a few years later.

It is even said that the police realized in such a short time that the killing of the family was caused by a neighbor's call to the police, who complained that the laughter and television sound of the Smith family throughout the night had seriously interfered with the neighbors' rest. But when the neighbors knocked on the door to try to calm them down, the originally kind family kept the door closed.

When officers kicked open the door and broke into Smith's house, the TV in the living room was still ringing. The couple and their children were lying comfortably on the sofa, their pupils that had gradually turned white, staring blankly at the changing light and shadow of the TV.

They looked like the most ordinary middle-class happy family who worked as couch potatoes on the weekends: even though the blood gushing from their bodies almost stained the entire living room bright red, and some of it even splashed onto the ceiling.

What's even more bizarre is the change in the appearance of the Smith family, and it was not until the genetic identification report came out that the local police department matched the five bodies in the living room with the true identities of the Smith family.

Strange deaths, no motives, no murderers, and strange ways of dying...... These points made The Smith mystery famous for many years to come, and became the inspiration for many horror movies and games.

However, for Calvin, who woke up in the motel the day after the incident, the matter of the Smiths family has come to an end for the time being.

In fact, the only thing that could be thought of in Calvin's head after waking up from a heavy sleep was to find himself a few painkillers to eat.

His body was very sore, and his limbs felt like they were filled with lead, and even the most basic movements were in great pain.

The worst, of course, is the wings...... Very bad.

Calvin sat cross-legged on the fluffy bed, staring at the feathers that were falling from the sheets for a moment.

Memories of last night were very vague, but the only thing he remembered was how Vigili had been obsessed with his wings in the chaotic, damp and scorching interfacement—especially after discovering that Calvin's wings were actually quite sensitive, and it took him a long time and amazing skill to work on those wings.

"Oh my God......"

Calvin involuntarily covered his face at the faint memory that came to his mind.

He let out a hoarse curse.

At this moment, the sound of toilet pumping came from the other side of the closed restroom.

Then, the green-eyed man pulled open the door and walked out. He looked like he had just taken a shower, his long, muscular body was covered with fine droplets of water, and his hair had not yet been dried, and was dripping wet all the time. In the damp vapor, his eyes were as deep as swamps, but his lips were unusually red.

At that moment, the aura on his body was like some kind of large beast slowly emerging from the gloomy jungle.

Calvin found that he had no way of telling what kind of personality was occupying this body at the moment......

"Reed?"

Calvin could only speak tentatively.

The man winked at him, and he didn't deny Calvin's call.

"Sorry, did I wake you up? Damn it, I want you to sleep a little longer...... How does your body feel?"

Reed sat down at Calvin's bedside, his face stiffening at the sight of the overly conspicuous marks on Calvin's body.

"Sorry...... Really, I'm sorry, last night I thought that guy was a little out of control. ”

He reached out and cautiously probed Calvin for the bite marks on his shoulder, which had turned blue-purple.

Reed's fingers still had moisture on them, and the moment they touched Calvin, their fingertips were so wet and sticky, as if they weren't human fingers but something else - Calvin shuddered slightly, almost instinctively, avoiding Reed's hand.

Reed's movements froze, and then Calvin reacted.

"Oh...... It doesn't matter," Calvin said dryly, "I wasn't quite right last night. ”

His voice was jerky as if it had been rubbed against sandpaper.

["I'm so cold...... Warm me up...... Please...... Let me burn ......"]

Suddenly, his own whisper from last night returned to Calvin's mind again.

Calvin couldn't have looked Reed in the eye.

"If it were me, I wouldn't do that. ”

Reed sighed, his eyes flickering as he looked at Calvin's back and shoulders, and the terrible marks scattered on his fair skin.

"Uh...... This ......"

"You deserve to be treated more cherished. ”

Reed's gaze at Calvin was as sweet and sticky as honey. Calvin couldn't help but realize that he and Reed weren't quite right now—at least not for the two people who wanted to get out of bed and discuss what to do.

"I think I'm going to use the bathroom. ”

Calvin said he brawled to his feet and headed for the bathroom.

But at the moment of opening his legs, a strange sensation in a certain part made him stiffen instantly.

Reed's gaze fell on him like a soldering iron, and Calvin did his best to control his composure.

He glanced down at the carpet and let out a dry laugh.

"I think we left a little extra tip for the cleaning staff. He said.

"I can carry you to the bathroom. ”

Reed's eyes never looked away from him, his voice darker than before.

"No—"

Calvin quickly refused.

The faint sense of resistance didn't spread slowly from the deepest part of his heart until he rushed into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet in a daze.

There was a spark between him and Reed.

But just now, Calvin realized that the ambiguous, sweet, invisible spark seemed to have disappeared from between him and Reed.

Calvin even felt sorry for Reed for this, and he turned on the faucet and slapped his cheek with cold water.

When he looked up again at his face in the mirror, he saw a man with a confused face.

Why?

He asked himself silently.

Is it because of the Red Deer? Calvin couldn't help but wonder.

Because the "Red Deer" once occupied the man's body, and the shadow that the demon brought to Calvin was so deep that even now, he couldn't help but feel tremors and subtle fear when he saw Reed?

But how can this explain the madness between him and Virgili last night? You know, the reason why he woke up so miserable in the morning was because he was quite ...... last night Frenzy.

It was an irrational, completely animalistic night.

Under the ripples of "power", Calvin had no way to restrain his instincts, and the intense throbbing and longing made him miserable just thinking about being separated from Virgil......

"For God's sake—"

Another large chunk of memory flooded into Calvin's mind, and Calvin covered his face and let out a miserable moan.

After wasting a lot of time, Calvin decided to give up his crankiness for a while.

He took a shower, drugged himself, then changed his clothes and walked out.

The sun had come out, and as he walked out of the room, he saw Reed leaning against the table under the window, flipping through a Bible.

Calvin's footsteps paused.

Was it an illusion? He always felt that Reed in front of him looked more like Fugg now.

The calmness and sanity of the English doctor once reassured Calvin, but at this moment, Calvin couldn't help but feel a little heartbeat.

"I put it under your pillow last night. ”

After seeing Calvin, Reed smiled and waved at Calvin.

Fuge's shadow slowly faded away from him, replaced by the smoky sensuality of Reed's body, and this sensuality not only did not fade with time, but became thicker.

"Your hair hasn't dried yet. ”

Calvin said.

Reed shrugged his shoulders and signaled that he didn't care.

Calvin wasn't sure if he meant it, but he had to admit that the wet hair and the sturdy shoulders and back of the droplets made the man in front of him look quite sexy—the droplets reflected tiny diamonds in the sunlight.

Calvin had already pulled the towel and walked towards Reed step by step.

He put a towel over Reed's head and wiped his hair like he was rubbing his own big dog's hair.

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