Calvin and "Virgilli" looked at each other for a moment, his face enough to scare the tears of an ordinary child.

"What are you rubbing?"

He asked.

"Virgilly" hunched his shoulders pitifully, and his posture with a pen was clumsier than that of a kindergarten freshman.

"Ho-"

The large, mint-eyed man tried desperately to squeeze out his voice, but it did nothing but make him more pitiful.

Calvin was almost on the verge of sneering as he raised an eyebrow and clasped his hands around his chest.

"Oh?" he said slowly, "are you trying to show me that you can't write? a ...... who can't write Dumb?"

He suddenly winked at "Vigilly", and if Isaac were here, the mere sight of the "sweet" smile on his breath-taking beauty would probably make his legs weak with intense fear - but it was not Isaac who knew Calvin's nature well in the bathroom with Calvin, but "Vigilli". The latter was completely in a trance when he saw Calvin's sudden smile, and the vivid pink color quickly spread from his neck to his cheeks.

"Click-"

The pen that Calvin threw at him was crumpled in half in his fist.

"Vicky's" chest heaved violently, and he looked at Calvin with a smirk.

Calvin lowered his eyes.

He reached out and picked up a thin blade from the sink.

"You know, I really don't like this. ”

He said in a low voice, and then he crouched down in front of "Virgilly" and reached out to grab "Virgilly's" ankle, whose body suddenly stiffened like a rock. “

Calvin rightfully saw it as a sign of fear, and his snow-white fingertips twisted the blade and shook it in front of the eyes of "Virgilly."

"You forgot about that pot of beef—I remember the taste, you stewed beef for me, I must say, it tasted good—" Calvin stated calmly, placing "Virgilli's" foot on his knee and ripping off his sock.

The feet of "Virgilli" were exposed.

Calvin glanced up at Virgilli, whose pupils shrank into a very thin dot for a moment, making the young man's eyes look as pale green as silver coins.

“…… Don't forget, on the pot of beef you gave me, there was a very 'intimate' condolence card. Calvin said.

"Virgilly" also seemed to sense the unpleasantness that was about to happen, and he tried to pull his foot back, but his movements were unusually weak. Calvin used only one hand to jam his ankle.

"You may be a good actor, but you're not a good liar. ”

Calvin said as he pressed the blade against the center of Vigilli's foot.

"I really don't like botched lies. ”

He concluded with a conclusion.

The blade sliced across the skin of Vigilli's feet, and after a few seconds, a thin red mark appeared on the part that was rarely seen by others.

Blood poured out slowly.

Calvin knew that it would be a terrible sensation - not a simple pain, at first only a subtle stinging pain, after the blood gushed out, the stinging would become a burning itch and pain, and finally an intense pain, which would increase exponentially as the wound grew. These are some additional tips he learned from Dr. Holden that are very effective in extracting confessions - and in addition to the objective pain, cutting the soles of the feet with a razor blade is in a sense a psychological offensive, many people may be able to withstand the intense stimulation and injury of the torso, but there is no way to endure the attack on the soles of the feet, which for many people are their "vulnerable points".

Calvin never imagined that he would one day actually practice this "little trick", and he tried his best to look calm and scary. The smell of blood gradually spread through the cramped bathroom, and there was nothing more disgusting to Calvin than a lynching, his heart beating so fast that he almost broke his ribs, and he had to think back to the disgusting corpse of Georgie in the morning before he could try to keep himself going.

Thankfully, Calvin's actions really seem to have made "Vicchili" feel threatened and terrified. "Virgilli" began to struggle, he gasped for air, his toes curled up, and his body trembled like a Parkinson's attack.

Calvin stuck his foot tightly.

"Sue me, what the hell are you trying to do? Who the hell are you?"

He repeated his question.

"Virgilly's" eyes were bloodshot, and he looked as weak as if he was about to faint.

"Ho-ho-ho-"

However, he did not tell the truth as Calvin had hoped, and he stubbornly maintained the flawed lie, pretending to be a mute who could not write.

Calvin took a deep breath.

"You brought it on yourself. ”

He said that he then used a blade to add a new wound to the sole of "Vigilly's" foot. He could feel the muscles of "Virgilly" tense to an incredible state, and the calves under his palms were as hard as stones. Blood began to pour out of "Virgilly's" wounds in large quantities, far beyond Calvin had expected.

It has to be said that when Calvin realized that his entire pants were about to be stained red with the blood of "Virgilly", he felt panic and disgust.

As someone who has been causing trouble since he was a child, Calvin excelled at solving people with his fists, and this method of torturing people is Aizak's forte.

Perhaps a bad decision at this point - it seemed that a voice whispered in his head - that he should leave this matter to Isaac.

Even though Isaac is now one of Calvin's most hated groups.

"My patience is very limited. ”

Calvin's breathing was a little heavy, and he hoarsely made a final threat to "Virgilly".

In order to hide his inner wavering, Calvin looked even more aggressive and cruel than usual.

"Virgilli" stared at him deadly, panting like a bull about to have his throat cut, his wrists trembling as the handcuffs clicked on the hose.

Calvin had to toss the blade aside, and he picked up the pliers from the sink and shook them in front of "Virgilly".

"If you're going to continue this boring disguise - I'm going to have to rip off your nails piece by piece. Trust me, it hurts like hell. ”

The former angel tried to imitate Isaac and spoke to "Vigilli" in an eerie manner.

For God's sake—he really didn't want to do it.

Calvin thought, and secretly prayed in his heart that "Virgilly" would be a little more obedient so that he would not really carry out his threats.

"Vigilli's" eyes widened.

Sweat soaked through his clothes and hair, his face flushed, and his dry lips quivered silently. Calvin saw a deep, fresh tooth mark on his lips.

Once again, Calvin's chest churned with a sour feeling of weakness and wounds from "Virgilly," and the discomfort of hurting others lightly burned his soul.

And at this time......

"Tick ......"

Bright red drops of blood slowly flowed out of the nostrils of "Virgilly".

Calvin was stunned.

"Vigilly's" breathing became more and more rapid, his chin was soon red with blood, and after a few moments, "Vigilli's" neck jerked sharply, and then he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Damn it!"

The pliers in Calvin's hand fell to the ground.

He rushed over and lifted the head of "Virgilly", which he tried to wake up, but to no avail.

Calvin didn't know if it was his own intimidation that caused the hidden illness in "Virgilly" or something else, but the heavy man who fell in his arms was indeed unconscious.

"Hell hell hell!"

Calvin unleashed a barrage of curses.

And at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the hand that "Virgilly" was hanging to the side of his body moved slightly.

Calvin's body stiffened for a moment, and in this short moment, the amplitude of the movement of the hand that belonged to "Virgilly" began to increase.

Its fingers seemed to be playing a piano that didn't exist, and it shook its fingertips on the damp bathroom floor, which had been stained with pink blood. Calvin had never seen a man's hand move in such an unusually strange way of moving.

"Vigilly's" fingers were spread out, and his palms moved rapidly under the support of his fingers - it looked more like a huge, self-aware pale spider.

Calvin snapped his gaze at "Virgilli", the man still hunched his neck and slumped in the corner.

"Hey, what the are you going to do?"

Calvin raised his voice and shouted.

But "Virgilly" did not answer him.

Most of his □□ was still as quiet as a corpse, but his right hand was squirming.

The one, which had been collected under Calvin's creepy gaze, groped its way to the broken barrel and hooked it up with his middle and forefinger.

I'm sorry, dear, I think I scared you. 】

The hand of "Vigilli" wrote fluently on crumpled paper with that pen.

Calvin swallowed.

"It's not fun. ”

He said coldly to "Virgilli", who seemed to have passed out in a "coma".

[It's not a prank—he is indeed unconscious.] You know, for a split personality, overstimulation is not so easy to digest. 】

The hand grabbed the pen and continued to write.

Calvin's brows were almost twisted together, and he looked at Virgil's' hands and closed eyes, and his face was solemn.

"You'd better do it in moderation, Vigilli. ”

He said to the other party.

However, the hand held out an index finger and shook it at him.

I'm not Virgili - of course, he's not. 】