【Escape】

Calvin's eyes widened as he stared at the handwriting on the mirror.

"Who is it?"

He turned slowly and approached the mirror, and he asked in a low voice, so low that he could barely hear himself.

After Calvin turned off the faucet, the vapor was dissipating, and on the misty mirror, the word was getting wet — droplets of water pooled on the edge of the handwriting and then slid down. Even though the droplets were transparent, Calvin felt blood dripping from the water marks of the word.

There was a hazy shadow in the mirror, and Calvin thought he was going to see a ghostly face, maybe rotten, maybe swollen, all in all, the ghost's face always looked unpleasant all at once. But he soon realizes that there is only his own shadow in the mirror, and that no matter who the "thing" or "person" who wrote that word is, it is no longer here.

The muscles around Calvin's eyes were bouncing unconsciously, and he vaguely felt that the handwriting seemed familiar......

The surroundings are quiet.

Not even the annoying loons by the lake made any sound. The only sound in the room was Calvin's soft, gradually quickening breathing. The silence seemed to come out of nowhere, for something, or someone.

"Click-"

Calvin heard a very small sound of wood being squeezed.

He remained in his original position and did not move, but his pupils suddenly constricted.

He quickly looked around, and then he realized very nervously that there were no weapons in this room: Reed was a very attentive man, and he carefully emptied all possible murder weapons when he vacated this bedroom as Madeleine's temporary residence.

But now Calvin has to be in crisis because of Reed's carefulness.

Damn it......

Calvin cursed softly in his heart.

But he soon remembered that there wasn't nothing in this house. He carefully moved his steps on the wet ground to the bathtub. Holding back the discomfort, he reached into the still bright red and warm bathtub water. There, unsurprisingly, he felt the blade that had once separated the blood vessels in Madeleine's arms.

Calvin hid the blade between his fingers, lowered his weight, and silently walked out of the bedroom.

At the railing on the second floor, Calvin watched vigilantly everything downstairs.

He didn't see the intruder he thought he would see.

"Click-"

Then, as if to mock his previous nervousness, the wooden shutters of the first-floor reception room swayed gently in the breeze.

The shaft of the window, still unoiled for a long time, made a shrill and subtle sound: the same one Calvin had heard in the bathroom.

Calvin slowly straightened up, but instead of showing any relief on his face, his expression became more solemn, and the blades of his fingertips were pinched tighter by him.

Calvin kept it that way and cautiously went downstairs.

He stood in the middle of the living room and took a brief look around him once more, where there was no one but quiet furniture and a suspicious one.

Calvin pulled his backpack over the couch and slung it on his back, he didn't intend to stay in the house.

But just as he was about to leave, he heard the crunch of stepped planks coming from the porch.

"Help—"

A woman's voice came from the doorway.

Calvin rushed over, and he glanced quickly at the porch from the window, and saw a woman covered in blood, very thin and very young, but he could barely see the woman's face, because her face was all dirty and bloody, and she struggled from the porch to his door, and then she tapped desperately on the wooden door of the lakeside cottage.

"Somebody's going to kill me—"

She screamed desperately in a hoarse voice, but even her screams seemed stiff and weak.

Calvin's breath faltered, and as soon as he looked up, he saw behind the woman, a man really staggering towards the cabin.

His movements and demeanor are very strange, but the most striking thing about him is the bloodstains.

The small half of the young man's body seemed to be soaked in blood, and he was still holding a shiny chef's knife in his hand, the front part of the blade was dripping with black and red blood, and the blood droplets were dripping down the tip of the knife.

Everything happened in an instant.

Calvin didn't have time to think about it, he opened the door and held out his hand to the woman.

"Come in ......"

He shouted anxiously.

The woman grabbed Calvin's hand.

Her strength was much greater than Calvin had thought, and her slender fingertips dug deep into Calvin's arm.

"Hmm-"

Calvin snorted in surprise, and the woman's hands were as cold as the corpse of a woman who had been lying in the morgue for months.

A cold, damp breath ran down her fingers and went directly to Calvin's body.

"Found you. ”

Immediately afterward, Calvin heard the woman's strange whisper.

Maintaining a climbing position, she raised her head towards Calvin.

The part of her skin, unstained with stains and blood, took on a hairy bluish-white, and her eyes were ...... Her entire eyeball was blood-red, except for her pitch-black pupils.

Calvin's heart beat for a beat.

Oops –

In this moment, he realized that he had foolishly stepped into a trap.

He tried to rip the woman away from his body, but the trap's iron-toothed spring had come loose.

["Click"]

In a trance, Calvin seemed to hear the sound of the non-existent trap snapping on.

A tall figure appeared silently behind Calvin, who found a position on the unsuspecting Calvin's neck and slammed it down.

Calvin only had time to let out a muffled grunt, and then the whole person collapsed.

But the other man, who was a fairly young man, immediately reached out and held Calvin's body. He then took Calvin in his arms and walked to the cottage.

The woman, who had been very weak before, stood up from the ground, and she followed behind the young man with a blank face.

Then came the tall man, who also stepped into the cabin after the other three had entered the room. Then he very carefully closed the heavy wooden door and locked it.

Had Calvin hadn't fainted, he would have been very puzzled by the relationship between the three men who attacked him—there was no verbal or eye contact between them, but their movements were unusually uniform, as if they had been rehearsed for the first time.

……

"Hmmm......"

Soon after, Calvin slowly woke up.

His vision changed from blurry to clear in an instant.

His head was still a little dizzy, his vision darkened from the blow, but there was still a dull pain in the back of his neck, making it easy for him to remember what had happened.

He was still in the middle of the living room of his secluded lakeside cottage.

All the furniture was piled up haphazardly to the wall.

A wide open space in the middle was set aside.

He sat in a Windsor chair with his hands tied behind the chair and his feet tied to the legs.

Three men, a young woman, a young man, and a middle-aged man, were staring at Calvin at a very close distance (too close even for a kidnapper or a crime).

And their eyes can be described as infiltrating or terrifying. The horror wasn't just because of the crazy sticky gaze, but because of their bloodshot eyeballs.

At such a close distance, Calvin could clearly observe the capillary bursting in the eyeballs of the three men, with varying degrees of oozing blood from the corners and sockets of their eyes, as well as rather suspicious black-red smudges on their mouths and noses.

Calvin had no doubt that the cranial pressure of the three men should be terrifyingly high, and that they should be corpses rather than the strange kidnappers in front of him.

He was attacked and knocked unconscious by the three men in front of him.

“……”

Calvin's body tensed, and he subconsciously wanted to jump, but the tight rope caused him to fall back.

“*&……”

Calvin let out a vicious curse uncontrollably, and then he met the men's eyes.

"Who are you, and what are you going to do?"

“……”

The three men did not answer Calvin's question, but Calvin believed that they had actually heard his words, for almost the moment he spoke, their eyes changed at the same time.

But it's not the kind of change that's good......

A cold sweat broke out on Calvin's back, and the state of the three people in front of him made him feel very uneasy, or rather, creepy.

He swore that he had never been afraid of perverts, in fact he was quite good at dealing with the perverts that pestered him, but the people in front of him were different. Calvin couldn't even be sure that they were really human.

Because from head to toe they carried with them a strange and terrifying aura that Calvin could not describe in exact......

Heterogeneous.

Twist.

Sticky.

These were the words that came to Calvin's mind when he faced the three men.

He forced himself to look closely at the three (though his instinct was screaming). The young woman who bewitched him looked to be in her twenties, wearing a plain, fast-selling coat, while the young man beside her, dressed in the same style and color as hers, but of a different gender, looked very young, and could almost have been called handsome if it weren't for his intimidating gaze and form. And the other person, the middle-aged man, looked out of place with the young man and woman, his hair was a little messy, and his clothes were too. Calvin first saw his deformed, fat ears, known as "cauliflower ears", which are usually only found on boxers, and the middle-aged man's crooked nose and deformed chin inadvertently confirmed Calvin's suspicions.

And his state is also the most terrifying of the three.

Calvin didn't miss the stick around his neck—the root had been plunged deep into his neck, and a torn woman's skirt was used as a bandage to wrap around the terrible wound. The skirt was supposed to be flesh pink, or lotus root, but now it was a mess, and the blackened blood was completely soaked in the fabric.

Calvin simply didn't know how he survived.

"You're hurt. ”

He said tentatively, staring at the man's wound.

“……”

But all he got was silence, and the three of them stared at each other.

"What the fuck are you trying to do......"

Calvin muttered that he had never gotten so many goosebumps in his life. As he spoke, he began to consciously bend his thumb and then carefully carved out space in the rope with skill.

His heart was beating fast.

Calvin had no way of denying that he himself was in a panic.

"What the fuck are you guys looking at—"

On the one hand, to cover up the small movement that he was breaking free from the rope, and on the other hand, it was a sincere panic, and Calvin couldn't help but roar at the three people.

He almost thought he would get another moment of silence, that terrifying silence.

But at this moment, the three men spoke at the same time.

"Brother Calvin. ”

Distorted, crazy sounds.

"I've finally met you......"

While saying this, the men finally made other moves, well, Calvin now would rather they just use their eyes to cause psychological oppression on him as before.

The woman's body pressed against Calvin's back, and at the same time, the young man rested his head on Calvin's knee, and the middle-aged man, who was badly wounded, prostrated himself in front of Calvin's toes.

Although the movements of the three of them were very different, the strange feeling still did not dissipate...... Calvin found it difficult to see the three robbers as different people, and he felt ......

God, that's ridiculous.

Calvin said to himself, but there was no way he could ignore his instincts at this moment.

He felt that the three of them were actually the same whole.

"What the hell are you ...... Who the hell are you......"

Calvin was horrified by the strangeness of the three men.

"My name is Joshua. Dear brother...... I am your brother. ”

The voices of men and women overlapped and uttered the same sentences.

Calvin's figure shook.

"Is that you......?"

Calvin was confused and confused, and it was at this moment that he stumbled upon a decorative mirror on the table in the distance. After seeing the reflection in the mirror, the cold sweat on his back seeped even more.

For a few moments, he saw in the mirror three distinct faces, wearing the same mask.

The mask was hardly beautiful or ugly, its features were delicately depicted and beautiful, but it still looked like something out of the ordinary.

The present Son of Adventism...... Calvin had heard of him, of course, but he never imagined that one day he would actually meet him.

"I don't understand, what the hell is going on? You're trying to kill me?"

For the sake of that damn and boring so-called Son of God?

"No—no—" What Calvin didn't expect was that after hearing this, the three people under Joshua's control showed panicked and desperate expressions at the same time.

["My dear brother Calvin, you know ......"]

Calvin felt stiff at the woman's body, and the other man's hands held his face.

["I will never hurt you......"]

The young man rubbed his face against Calvin's knees, and his pale face showed a sickening, burning intoxication.

"I just want to...... See you ......"]

The middle-aged man muttered vaguely, and he knelt down at Calvin's feet, then pressed his lips to Calvin's instep.

"I ......*...... ￥%…… What the are you doing?!"

When Calvin realized that the wetness in his instep and between his toes was coming from the man's tongue, he roared uncontrollably.

["Oh, no, brother, my dear brother Calvin, I have waited for the day when I can finally meet you...... I've always loved you, brother, I've loved you since I was very young, you're my idol and my light...... I love and adore you more devout than any believer in this world......"]

Calvin had no way of understanding Joshua's words.

He felt that he might be being dragged into a particularly ridiculous and disgusting nightmare.

At the moment when the middle-aged man approached him, a large number of scenes of blood and violence hit Calvin's spirit.

He even had involuntary muscle spasms due to intense disgust.

"Let go of me—stop—I told you to stop—"

Blood.

Torture.

Corpse.

Cell phone, cell phone, cell phone, sound.

Sparkle.

["Sir, you need help—"]

The voice of a young woman, then the voice of a young man.

Countless fragments hit Calvin's nerves, his heartbeat seemed to have completely lost control, and his breathing became extremely rapid, but the temperature on his body surface was decreasing-

"Get out of the ......"

He was in great pain because of the torture that those good people had suffered.

He didn't want to see those things.

Never.

He wanted to get away from the "thing" in front of him......

In Calvin's trance-like vision, the middle-aged man's face gradually began to deform like plasticine. He saw Joshua.

Without any mirror reflections, without dreams, he saw Joshua with his own eyes.

"Monsters. ”

Even Calvin himself didn't realize he was whispering the word.

["No-"]

This word, let Joshua ...... The three men who had become puppets because of Joshua's spiritual connection trembled at the same time......

["I'm not—brother—I'm not—I'm your believer, I'm your brother—I'm not a monster!Brother Calvin, you should know, I'm not—"]

["I just can't wait, brother, I'm not good at waiting, it's a bad habit, but I'll change it......"]

"I've wanted to see you so badly, Brother Calvin, I've been waiting for you here for a long time. I am waiting for your salvation. The world will be yours...... Brother Calvin, My Light, My Faith ......"]

Countless frenzied, twisted, incoherent words poured out of the mouths of the three men at once.

Their bodies were spasming, and in return for intense emotion, they were clinging to Calvin's body at the same time.

"W-"

The sound of the fabric breaking, Calvin's wings uncontrollably snapped the gauze in his extremely bad mood, and the fabric that pierced the clothes stretched out directly.

However, his unconscious action pushed himself into an even worse situation.

Those three people, of course, more accurately, the monster called "Joshua", who had been suppressed in the depths of their hearts, constantly fermented, and constantly distorted, seemed to have finally found a release point-

["Angel...... My Angel ...... My brother...... My light ......"]

In a fragmented whisper, Calvin felt his wings touched.

More than just being touched...... Something was tearing at his wings......

Calvin looked back in shock, the men he had seen with his own eyes, swallowing his feathers down his throat.

It was a trance-like bliss.

……

Calvin's brain went blank.

"No—"

He whispered.

The rope that was wrapped around his wrist suddenly snapped in an instant.

Calvin reached out like lightning, and he grabbed the middle-aged man closest to him, and then he pulled the branch out of the man's neck without hesitation.

The huge wound spurted a large amount of blood—and in the fountain of blood, Calvin starved the branch into the man's eye socket with a blank expression.

"Poof—"

There was a damp muffled sound.

The man's movements froze suddenly.

Calvin then turned his head to look at the young man behind him.

The man's expression was still dazed and dazed, Calvin's feathers still in his teeth.

[No, stop......]

Calvin could faintly hear a voice whispering within himself.

But he found that he couldn't control himself......

"Bang-"

The man's body flew.

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