Calvin managed to get Messer dressed, and the hard work finally made the latter look less perverted.

Then he went downstairs and stared at the empty bottles on the floor and table for a moment, and the urge to escape reality with alcohol returned.

"That's not a good sign. ”

Calvin said to himself in a daze.

He ignored the alluring alcohol, and walked slowly to the already messy bar.

Thankfully, as with all luxury hotels, there is a large pot of fresh, yellow lemons and salt from the Mediterranean.

Calvin squeezed lemonade into a glass, mixed it with salt and a little sparkling water, and mixed it into a small glass of thick, salty lemon juice. He swallowed the extremely sour liquid, and tears welled up almost instantly.

"Oh, damn it—"

Calvin's whole face was wrinkled, and it felt like he had been covered with his head and hit him hard.

But soon, when the sourness faded away, and when he opened his eyes again, Calvin felt much better. At least he didn't have the kind of golden point of light that kept spinning in circles in his field of vision.

But his head still hurt, like the kind of tap dancing of a hundred elephants in his head, which shouldn't be a big deal, and Calvin thought the painkillers in his luggage should help.

Of course, Calvin believed that if he had called the hotel's customer service department, or the glamorous customer service supervisor yesterday, he would have easily gotten a better hangover pill than sour lemon saline with painkillers. But Calvin wasn't going to do that, after all, the male body that was now clinging to him was hiding the soul of a clingy and well-behaved dog. No matter how you think about it, he should hide it well. He had already had more trouble with the green-eyed young man beside him, and Calvin didn't want those troubles to go any further.

For this reason, he even refused room service once, plus a meal delivery.

He went back to the bar, took the painkillers, and the hangover faded a little, and Calvin thought about it, and poured another glass of lemon brine down his throat.

When he put down the cup, he cursed a swear word.

"W-woo-woo-"

Sensing Calvin's distortion very keenly, Moser leaned over briskly.

As a dog, his body temperature seemed to be higher than that of the rest of his personality, and he could clearly feel the hot body temperature of the young man under his shirt before he was fully close to Calvin. Even the smell of his body changed, and Calvin smelled a faint, hay-like smell, the kind that reminded him of the advertising slogan, "The Smell of Sunshine."

"Hey, dude, don't. ”

Calvin muttered bitterly, trying to push Moser away from him, but he didn't succeed. Moser pressed his shoulder tightly, and he vigilantly poked his head into the empty cup, sniffing incessantly, and then sneezed at the thick smell of lemon.

"Woo......"

A grieve of grievance escaped from Moser's throat. 、

Calvin held his forehead and laughed a few times, rather without conscience.

Moser looked at Calvin suspiciously, his green eyes, which were so moist from the sneezing, that his nose was slightly red.

"Oh my God. ”

Calvin looked at Moser like this, wiped his face and groaned with some headache and some amusement.

He found himself getting used to the fact that his friend still had the personality of a dog in his body—the impact he felt when he first woke up, and the strong sense of strangeness that was fading.

He even felt more and more that Moser was a dog, rather than a strangely behaving person (he must admit that all the discomfort he had felt before had come from this).

Calvin then wiped his nose with a tissue, and the latter tilted his head unusually well, which really made Calvin feel strange and inexplicably soft-hearted.

"I don't know what happened to you, but it's clear that you're going to be trapped in this house before the others wake up—"

Calvin led Mercer back to the common area, where he looked around and muttered softly to Mother.

His gaze lingered on the extravagant and pompous furnishings and furnishings, as well as the best part of the smart device, and then he raised an eyebrow: "But maybe it's not that bad." ”

Calvin avoided the geometric couch in the far middle of the room, even though it was damn comfortable. But just by looking at it, Calvin's mind involuntarily conjures up a few fragments of yesterday......

Well, if it was Reid (or Fugg) who was sticking to him at this time, Calvin would still be a little interested in continuing the activities he didn't finish yesterday.

But with Mercer -

God, those images are embarrassing.

Calvin's cheeks flushed slightly, and he tugged at Moser by the collar and led him to the audiovisual area in the other corner of the room.

Completely protected from light, it features a smaller, but still quite comfortable, small movie sofa, a huge projection screen hanging from the wall, and an ultra-short throw laser TV projection device underneath the screen.

If Calvin wanted to, he could very comfortably hold the vodka here and watch a movie for a while, but after a moment of hesitation, he turned on the TV.

As he sat down, Moser jumped on the couch as well.

While Calvin was staring at the TV in a daze, he also leaned forward with curiosity to observe. I have to say that his appearance shows a bit of pure innocence.

Calvin unconsciously turned his gaze to Mosser, and a softness passed through his heart.

"Good dog. ”

After a moment's hesitation, he reached out again and gently patted Moses' head.

"It's more embarrassing, but you're still cute. ”

Calvin couldn't help but say to such a Mercer......

But he soon regretted his admiration, and Moser was so encouraged that his young man's big man swooped down on Calvin, nearly overwhelming him directly. What's worse is that even lab dogs that have been treated harshly can hardly suppress their canine instincts when they are excited.

Calvin felt his cheek licked several times, and when he reached out to try to block the excited Mosser, his tongue went all the way from between his fingers to his fingertips.

"Moser!!"

Calvin yelled sternly.

The figure of the young man pressing on him shrank for a moment, and then slowly stopped all movements.

"I don't like that. ”

Calvin angrily pushed Moser aside.

Moser stiffened and stepped back.

He looked at Calvin with teary eyes, his shoulders drooping, and if he could barely ignore his human form, he really looked like a dog who was overwhelmed by what he had done wrong.

Calvin looked at such a messer, and then he swore that he would never have a dog in the future.

He'd discovered that he was really bad at communicating with such creatures.

"Just stay there and don't move. ”

He scolds dryly, then turns his head and looks at the TV seemingly intently.

A few minutes later, there was a very small, rustling sound from beside him.

Moser tentatively leaned in Calvin's direction, and after finding that he had not received a harsher reprimand, the large dog trapped in the human body rested his head on Calvin's thigh.

Calvin sighed secretly, and then acquiesced to the other party's coquettishness with a strong flattering atmosphere.

You see, he's really not good at dealing with dogs.

The next short period of time was a rare and warm time for Calvin and the young people around him.

Television is of course as boring as ever, empty and boring celebrity reality shows, rambling TV sales, can only be placed in third-rate funny interviews broadcast during the day......

And then there's the news.

Calvin remembered this day much later, but it was foreshadowed.

In other words, in fact, for many things, Calvin had already faintly expected them in his heart. Throughout his escape, Calvin never actively sought information from the outside world, he did not read newspapers, did not watch television news, and did not use the Internet...... It's like a stunned ostrich burying its head under the sand, thinking that this way those terrible things in the outside world will not happen.

But everyone knows that that is just the most childish fantasy. Whether Calvin wanted to or didn't want to know, the situation continued to develop and deteriorate in places he had not seen.

Calvin was in the news about the place where he lived not so long ago, which is now the focus of national news.

These days, the once-beautiful seaside resort town seems to be haunted by the god of doom — first a fire, another man in the fire, then a terrifying female corpse floating on the beach, has anyone ever mentioned that the female corpse was subjected to inhuman torture before her death? What's even more terrifying is that, according to the information that has now leaked out, there is a terrible name behind this series of horrific tragedies.

Many years ago, the owner of that name also used to make countless ordinary people ...... and a large number of American police officers who can't sleep at night.

That name is "Red Deer".

Calvin looked at the blonde announcer on the TV screen, his lips squirming, and when the name "Red Deer" appeared, the announcer's pupils dilated slightly, revealing the other party's true thoughts.

What could be more eye-catching than the serial killer who caused a sensation in the United States more than a decade ago?

What's more, the murderer's body is shrouded in a more terrifying veil of mystery.

The "door to nightmares" rhetoric he preached had caused a lot of discussion and research back then...... ￥……”

The camera cuts to the heavily guarded and crowded modern Sunset Town, replaced with a significantly rougher, more blurry image of history—a man in an orange prison uniform sitting on a judgment seat, looking at his surroundings with a compassionate expression.

The terrible murderer was supposed to have a suffocatingly handsome face, but strangely, in the footage that was re-aired on television after many years, the outline of his face was extremely blurred, as if the footage had been damaged by improper preservation.

Calvin struggled to keep his eyes open, trying to get a good view of the red deer's face on the television screen.

But his vision became more and more distorted and darker, and no matter how hard Calvin tried, the face of the serial murderer Red Deer in the record remained like a fog.

Even the narration in the news was like a disturbed, or damaged, tape recording, with each syllable stretched so long that at the end it sounded like some kind of peculiar long sobbing.

"Hmm-"

Calvin's body shook, and the lemon and salt water he had swallowed in his throat seemed to swell up in his stomach and esophagus.

The sudden discomfort caused Calvin to nearly fall to the ground.

【Red Deer】

The name made Calvin winch.

So many years have passed that Calvin thought he had forgotten...... Or rather, the memories have faded...... That's the way it should be.

But the reality was that Calvin found himself able to remember almost all the details with ease.

The heavy, twisted air of Jay's Bay jail that day, Daniel's damp, goosebump-inducing palms pressed against his shoulders, the faint □□ of pain coming from the depths of the hallway, the sound of guns swaying gently around their waists as officers walked back and forth......

The glow cast by the spotlights on the ceiling was cold and white.

Young and frightened, he dragged his unusually tired body past countless closed prison gates, and finally came to the room where the death row inmate was last staying before he died.

Calvin even remembered the frightened and nervous face of the officer who stood in that room that day.

Tiny beads of cold sweat wet each other's sideburns.

A pair of eyes...... Staring at him from behind the dark iron railings.

Yes, Calvin remembered "almost" all the details, but could not remember the man's face.

All he knew was that the man's eyes were terrifying, that there was something very crazy, very dark, and that it was the unusually pure madness and distortion that lit up those eyes, making them sparkle like beasts in the dark.

"Gross-"

Calvin covered his mouth and rolled off the couch, he half-knelt on the carpet, and retched out a puddle of clear water.

The lemon juice that had tormented him once before began to burn his throat and throat this time.

"Whew-"

Moses eagerly rallied around Calvin, and it whispered uneasily.

Calvin wanted to tell it that it was all right, that it was all right, but that stubborn headache hit him, and he felt his brain being stirred by an invisible hand, and his thoughts were in disarray.

And he was in a cold sweat all over.

He didn't know how long it was...... Maybe not for long, but in his perception everything is stretched very long, space and time, and everything around it becomes strange and distorted. For a moment he almost thought he was going to be in a nightmare again, of those dreams of rotting children and Dr. Holden, but when the feeling of nausea and headache came and went, he recovered.

The luxurious suites of the Blue Diamond Crown Hotel were as luxurious and comfortable as ever, and Moser looked extremely restless, and he put his arms around Calvin and whined incessantly, as if he was trying to reassure Calvin in his language.

And the news on TV is even going on.

Calvin struggled to get up from the ground, and he smiled gratefully at Moser (Mother's warm embrace was indeed a good reassurance when the intense discomfort came in), and he quieted Moser down.

He gasped, his eyes wide, and forced himself to keep staring at the news on the TV.

The part about Red Deer is largely over (the evidence is that everything is normal in the news footage that Calvin is seeing now, no dizziness, no blurred vision), and an unusually lean-looking middle-aged male police officer is being interviewed.

In contrast to the muscular muscles of the other party, the officer's response to the reporter's extremely confusing and leading questions was rigorous and restrained, and Calvin preferred to describe him as "watertight."

Calvin's eyes narrowed, and he realized that the policeman was the same one who had come to the beach house to question him.

What's his name...... That's right...... Joyce.

Calvin had fooled the man and his partner through acting, but seeing Joyce's performance in front of the media, Calvin had a hunch that he might cause more trouble for him and his green-eyed companions in the future.

And just when Calvin thought that the whole interrogation phase was complete, a reporter rushed out, and her microphone seemed to be about to be stuffed into Joyce's mouth, and then Calvin heard her open to ask: " Officer Joyce, I've heard that this series of massacres in Sunset Town is not the only case committed by the serial killer Red Deer after he escaped, Red Deer had already committed horrific murders in Los Angeles long before these innocent murders in Sunset Town, but that case took place in the slums of the city, and the victim was born at the bottom, so this case did not receive the attention of the police. May I ask if it is precisely because of the indifference and negligence shown by the police to the first case committed by Red Deer after his comeback that the killer Red Deer was encouraged to do ...... this time?"

"What the hell?"

Calvin stared at the screen in disbelief.

As if God didn't think he was shocked and frightened enough, Joyce on the screen calmly spoke: "There is no conclusive evidence that Red Deer committed that case, but we have transferred the police officer in charge of that case, Izak Holden, to work with us, and I believe he can give you and the people all the more accurate information......"

When Isaac's familiar face entered the screen, Calvin felt as if his surroundings had suddenly become quiet. He couldn't even hear the voices coming from the TV, which he knew were Isaac spouting gibberish.

His heart was in turmoil, but his eyes were a little hot.

Hell, of course he knew why Izac was in Sunset - the guy who always had too much water in his head must have sensed something.

"Oh, Izak, you're a fucking idiot. ”

Calvin covered his face as he muttered an curse.

He was quiet on the couch for only a few seconds, and then he jumped uncontrollably.

Calvin knew he couldn't let Isaac stay in that ghostly town—perhaps he would have thought it wasn't a big deal before, but Isaac was a capable and experienced cop after all. But after being attacked by the "door", he has a new understanding of how weak and helpless human beings really are.

Regardless of what the so-called "door" was, maybe it was a real demon, a ghost, or something else, or it was simply an entrance and exit for alien visitors to torture and kill humans on Earth, and ordinary people like Isaac couldn't handle it.

Calvin washed his face, then hurriedly put on his coat, he had to find a way to give Aizak a wake-up.

Of course, he couldn't use the phone in the hotel, he couldn't expose himself. Calvin's plan was to go out and buy a disposable phone, and he had the vague impression that he might be able to find what he was looking for next to the ice cream parlor.

"Whew-"

Sensing Calvin's movements, Moser followed with great interest.

Nothing surprisingly, the young dog was forcibly blocked by Calvin behind the door of the room.

"Hey, man, listen to me, you can't get out, this place is dangerous for you and me, you know, right? At least the other personalities in your body know......" Calvin held Mercer's face with both hands, and he said very seriously, "Listen to me, you have to stay here, be good, don't run around—look at me, I repeat, don't run around." ”

He returned to the couch with Moser visibly depressed, and he forced Moser onto his seat.

"Listen, wait for me here, I won't waste too long. I will be back soon. ”

Calvin continued.

Moser opened her clear, innocent eyes with a somewhat sad look. But thankfully, he was very well-behaved, and when Calvin lowered the brim of his cap and hurried out the door, it did not make any superfluous movements, but quietly remained on the couch as Calvin commanded.

At the moment when the door closed, Calvin couldn't help but look at it more.

"Good dog. ”

Calvin softened his voice, then whispered.

Then, he closed the door and turned and walked towards the hotel's emergency aisle.

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