"I'm not going to work until next week......"

Isaac struggled.

"So?"

Calvin tilted his head slightly, and he looked at Aisaac strangely with that innocent gaze, and I have to say that when he showed this expression, he looked almost as beautiful as a real angel.

Isaac let out a heavy breath from his nose, and he held out a finger to point at the silent little troublemaker.

"Hey, this guy is just scratched a little bit, take it to the police station, when did you become so considerate of other people?"

Calvin shrugged at Aisakh.

"Well, I just don't want to get in trouble - at least not yet. ”

Calvin's voice darkened.

For a moment, a small crack cracked open in his frozen shell, and the tiredness and helplessness of his adoptive father's death and the maddening funeral swept through the air like a wisp of cigarette butts in an ashtray.

“…… All right. ”

Almost instantly, Isaac gave in completely, scratching his cheek and turning his gaze to Virgilli, the princess of peas who had been silent ever since. Isaac spread his hands out at him.

"If I were you, I'd quickly lift my ass off the couch and follow me to the police - wait, are you okay?"

Isaac noticed that something was wrong with Vigilli, who was breathing heavily, sweat completely soaking the hair on his forehead and dripping down his cheeks, and if you looked closely, you could see that his body was shaking.

Now people finally realized what was going on with Vigilli's previous silence, it wasn't really silence, but he really couldn't speak.

"Do you have any history of illness?"

Calvin asked as he rushed to Vigilli's side with a grim face.

“…… Ho ho."

Virgili looked up to meet Calvin's gaze.

Calvin's breathing stopped for a moment: Vigilli's eyes had turned a frightening blood-red from the heavy congestion, the minty pupils were embedded in the blood-red whites of the eyes, and the pupils had shrunk into tiny dots—as he watched them, Calvin suddenly felt the wound on his back that had been old for a long time become burning and painful as if it had been burned by fire.

"Hmm-"

Calvin only had time to let out a short exclamation, he didn't know what was happening, only a blur in front of him. The strength that supported the normal functioning of his body suddenly disappeared, and he fell forward, pressing heavily on the son-in-law, who was suspected of being a seriously ill patient. Calvin distinctly heard Virgililius utter a long, muffled voice that sounded painful.

Vigilli's mouth brushed against Calvin's neck, and his hot snort sprayed on Calvin's skin, something wet, maybe his tongue, maybe his lips pounded on Calvin's collarbone. Calvin almost jumped.

"Damn it!"

Calvin cursed.

He was definitely not the kind of person who liked to have close contact with people, if it were any other situation, Vigilli would have been punched by him at this time, but now the situation was a little too chaotic, and Calvin was pulled up by Isaac and the others before he could really break out.

Calvin breathed heavily. The movement of Vicili rubbing his neck was so brief that Calvin suspected that even Virgili himself had not noticed that they had made skin-to-skin contact.

It was just an accident...... Calvin resisted the feeling of cold sweat and goosebumps on his back, and he convinced himself in his heart.

He rubbed his neck with his collar uncomfortably, his heart beating fast, his body feeling like it was about to explode—Calvin knew he was once again in that uncontrollable rage, but at the same time he feared that Virgil would have bigger problems because of the accident. After all, he really didn't want to cause himself any more trouble - fortunately, Vicgili looked sturdier than he thought he would.

"I should have left-I'm sorry, but I have to go-"

The young man who was about to foam at the mouth jumped up from the sofa just now, and he spoke with a strange tone, which sounded a little bit of an English accent, but at the end of the sentence it sounded like an animal whimpering and trembling guttural sound.

"What?"

Neither Calvin nor Isaac realized what had happened to him - Vigili gave Calvin one last look, he looked desperate, and he rushed straight out of the bar.

"Hey, man, what the hell are you-"

Isaac subconsciously tried to stop Vigilli, and he blocked Vigilli with one of his arms, but he was completely knocked out of the way by the young man who looked weak. By the time Isaac got up from the ground in disbelief, Vigilli's figure had completely disappeared from the door.

“…… What the hell is this?"

Isaac muttered as he took two steps out the door, his facial muscles contorting from the pain in his shoulder.

Oh, my God.

He thought...... God knows what happened to that little white face, but the impact he hit him just now reminded Isaac of how he felt when he was hit by a car on his previous mission.

"I don't know. ”

Calvin pursed his lips, and he walked to the door in silence, his gaze darting from the intersection to the mouth of the shadowy alley, where there was no sign of Virgilli. This is actually a bit unreasonable, the road where the cross bar is located is not so easy to run, and there is no blind spot in the middle that can hide a big guy like Virgilli.

But Calvin had to admit that he didn't see Virgilli—the man had completely disappeared as if he had completely melted into the night sky.

"I just said the guy was suspicious. ”

Isaac muttered as he stared at the dirty streets outside, then turned to Calvin, "What happened? Are you okay?"

"It's just a momentary loss - I think I'm a little too tired, it's been a ...... time"

Calvin had not recovered for a long time, his brow tightly locked, the intense and vivid pain in his back had long since disappeared, but he was still a little distraught.

He moved his shoulders, his collar running across his neck.

Lips, a man's snort, a wet tongue......

Lips, man's snort, tongue......

Lips, snort, tongue......

("Calvin, be obedient. ”）

("Baby, you're well-behaved and obedient.") ”）

("I don't want to hurt you...... Obedient ......")

……

Calvin only felt his stomach expand, and after a few seconds he turned pale.

"I want to leave first. ”

He said stiffly.

Then he rushed towards the toilet.

Calvin could have slammed the door open to the toilet - a guest was in front of the urinal, startled by a loud noise, and his urine wet the floor.

"Hey, dude?!"

He muttered at Calvin with some dissatisfaction.

"Get out. ”

Calvin grabbed him by the collar and threw him out.

"Bang-"

Then he slammed the door shut and rushed to the pool, vomiting violently in a way that seemed to be about to vomit out his entrails. Calvin couldn't spit out anything, and it wasn't until this moment that he slowly remembered that he hadn't eaten in a long time, and that some blood was getting in the pool.

After a few minutes, Calvin looked up in front of the pool, he turned on the faucet, and ripped off his clothes. He shoved the mess under the faucet, then quickly slapped the cold-soaked laundry on his shoulder.

He began to rub vigorously the part of his neck that might have been rubbed by Virgilli, and his whole body trembled like a Parkinson's seizure patient.

"Calvin, are you alright?"

A knock on the door came from outside the toilet with Isaac shouting.

"I'm fine! I'm just dealing with something!"

Calvin yelled.

There was silence behind the door, but Calvin knew that Aisaac was there.

Half of Calvin's shoulders were rubbed red, and his skin was broken, revealing a little blood. He felt a lot of pain, but he couldn't control his movements at all, and suddenly he had a feeling that the world had completely collapsed...... He bit his tongue violently, and the sharp pain rushed down his throat with the hot, salty taste of blood. His throat was also sore.

Calvin knew that his love affair was once again out of control—if there was any aftermath of his life before the age of thirteen. He could never stand the intimate touch of his skin, he would go berserk, he would vomit, he would nervously hurt himself - and then he would feel even more frantic because he couldn't control it.

Calvin took a moment to calm himself down, and when he came to his senses he found himself sitting on the floor of the toilet, his clothes tossed aside, and a ripped cut on his shoulder that was oozing blood.

And he felt much better.

Then he slowly stood up with the sink in his hands, and he was so dizzy that he felt his back itch for a moment.

Calvin struggled sideways in front of the mirror in front of the sink, looking back from his shoulder to see what had happened to his back—two narrow wounds on his back from the wing-removal operation years ago—two ugly cuts, especially since he had a wound infection that nearly killed him after the operation, and his wounds were like two brown centipedes climbing on his shoulder blades.

However, now Calvin found that the wound on his back had become inflamed at some point, and the wound had risen high and began to bleed out.

"Fuck me—"

Calvin cursed in a low voice, and he subconsciously shrugged his shoulders, always feeling that this would make his back feel better-

And at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an image in the mirror.

"Gollum"

The whites of the red eyes and the black pupils.

An eyeball twitched in the wound on Calvin's back, and it flickered quickly.

- "It" was peering through the mirror, passionately and hungrily, into Calvin's body.