Vigilli's body relaxed after a convulsion, but soon, the muscles in his body tensed again.

The young and handsome man changed positions on the couch, and in an eerie way he lay on the cushion, his knees tucked under his abdomen, his hands stretched forward.

"Whew...... Whew......"

He let out a small whimper, and his eyes became unusually clear.

"Messer" is a dog.

In the early years, it didn't have a name, Moser was the name given to it by the red deer, it used to be a biochemical test dog, but unlike those who have human ears or placenta transplanted on its back or abdomen, Moser is a military biochemical test dog, those very intelligent people have strengthened its muscle ability and bite ability, and its sense of smell, hearing and vision is many times stronger than that of a normal dog, it looks quite ugly, its fur is sparse, its eyes are like demons glowing with evil red copper, and large muscles are stacked on its thick bones- But who cares, it is said that it later died in a test accident - and the time happened to be the moment when "Red Deer" was electrocuted and smoked in Jay Bay Prison.

When the "Red Deer" came back to life, the dog also came alive in his body.

Both Fugg and Virgilli knew that they were just an illusionary personality, but Merser couldn't understand this, and he was always screaming in the spirit of the red deer, trying to do something. By the time Fugg realizes that Messer doesn't have a pain nerve (which has been removed by the people in the real room), the cold doctor understands why Messer has a pain nerve. Just as Fugg himself is the representative of reason, the dog is the bearer of the pain of all of them (even if it doesn't know anything yet). So he finally figured out why the mad dog was so agitated when he or Virgili were in pain. In order to avoid upsetting the balance, Fugg finally decided to obey "Red Deer's" arrangement, and when he suffered from his damn abilities, he would release Moser out to let the wind go - just as he did now.

"Masher" let out a hoarse cry from his throat.

It wasn't used to overly soft mats, which always reminded it of things that weren't so good, and certainly not used to its new body—his hind feet were too long to hinder its speed.

"Moser" climbed out of the couch, and he looked up and sniffed the air at the thick (at least for it) smell of the dead and the living, and then, with the smell of the "master" that he would never forget, which made him excited.

Its front paws were covered with that sweet smell.

"Wow ......"

It opened its mouth, spit out its tongue and let out a merry bark, and then it buried its nose under the wide, flat front paws that the dog was not used to, and shook its nose in intoxication.

"Messer" didn't feel pain, but that didn't stop it from feeling muscle spasms and nerve twitches - Fugg made the body suffer every time he invaded the brains of other humans - but this time the residual sweet scent on his front paws made "Messer" feel relaxed.

It even felt a feeling called "calm", and its hips twitched, subconsciously wanting to shake its tail that had been cut off a long time ago. Oh, and it doesn't have a tail in its current body.

After a while, "Maiser" realized that his "front paws" were completely the smell of his own saliva, and he reluctantly raised his head and stopped licking his paws. It began to look around the building - unlike a normal dog, "Moser" remained calm even in an unfamiliar building. It could determine the layout of the entire building in a matter of moments, and it could still hear the stench and slow heartbeat of the two living people upstairs. The porch and the living room were lit up, but the air was still a little cold, and a strange sense of instability permeated the room.

"Moses" slowly patrolled their new territory, human knees on the carpet without making a sound.

Finally, it stopped in the basement doorway.

Ivan's corpse had softened, and the hapless young man's gray-white pupils were still staring motionless at the ceiling. Then "Messer" slowly approached him.

"Wang—"

It let out a low cry.

……

"No—"

Calvin squeezed a scream out of his throat.

He snapped his eyes open and jumped out of bed.

"Calvin?"

There was a muffled sound from the other end of the couch, and the next second Isaac's nervous face came out from behind the couch, and he looked at Calvin stupidly, his body had woken up, but his brain seemed to be still asleep on the other side.

Calvin stared at him for a moment, and he felt his heart like a dying rabbit kicking frantically at his ribs.

It was already dawn, and from the window you could clearly hear the conversation of people and the noise of cars passing by.

"Sorry......"

A dull, hoarse voice came out of Calvin's mouth, and he felt as if he were speaking with another person's tongue.

A layer of slime wrapped around his sanity, and he didn't recover from that dazed state for a long time.

“…… I think I had a nightmare. Just a nightmare......

Calvin added.

He staggered to the bathroom, slammed his face with cold water, and finally slowly sobered up a little.

Looking up, Calvin saw a blue, tired face in the mirror. He couldn't remember the nightmare that had scared him so much a few minutes ago - all he knew was that his pajamas were completely soaked in cold sweat.

Calvin habitually opened the closet behind the mirror, and he expertly grabbed the yellow pill bottle from the filthy little cabinet, and then poured some pills into his mouth indiscriminately. Then he propped his hand on the washbasin and waited quietly for the intense nausea and headache to pass.

"It's gone, and nightmares are just a reflection of the weakness of the human heart - it's not the nightmare itself that frightens people, it's reality...... Nightmares are just a reflection of the weakness of the human heart - it is not the nightmare itself that frightens people, but the reality."

Calvin repeated this sentence mechanically, over and over again.

Gradually, Dr. Holden's hoarse voice sounded in his ears...... He stared at his fingers, and the trembling gradually stopped.

Now, he feels much better.

"I'm not afraid of anything. ”

Calvin muttered, as if he were speaking to something that no longer existed in the air, and as if he were simply speaking to himself.

By the time he stepped out of the bathroom, Aizak looked awake.

He threw a cold beer into Aisac's arms.

"Your old problems are starting again?"

He asked.

Calvin shrugged his shoulders at him, "It's just easy to have nightmares - no need to ask, just like before, I can't think of anything." I don't know what exactly I dreamed about. ”

"Oh, they usually say it's because the trauma is too deep. Isaac pretended to be stern and pointed a finger at Calvin, "But let me say - it's just bullshit." It's just been too long since you've slept with a woman—"

Calvin used to be in a state of convulsions at night, and at the worst he would let out an inhuman, almost crazy cry, something that frightened him and made him completely out of control—but no matter how many times he tried, Calvin could never really understand what it was that terribly frightened him.

He never remembered his nightmares.

By Calvin's adulthood, nightmares had been infrequent—but after Dr. Holden died, they began again. This is not a good sign.

Calvin returned one of Isaac fingers and threw the beer back with a heavy blow.

Isaac scrambled to grab the beer bottle and opened it.

"You really ought to be in charge of your own temper," he muttered with a grin, pouring a sip of beer into his mouth.

"I don't think a 'detective' who starts drinking early in the morning is qualified to direct someone else's life—"

Calvin shot back coldly.

Isaac stretched out his hand from him, and answered with a hippie smile: "Strictly speaking, I won't be at work until next week, baby......"

……

"Ahh

As if in response to Aiszak's words, an unusually sharp scream pierced the air.

The apartment had never been a soundproofed abode, so the screams sounded like they were ringing in the ears of Calvin and Isaac - no one could ignore the fear that filled the screams.

Isakh's face changed, and he rushed straight to the window, looking towards the place where the scream came from.

Downstairs in Calvin's apartment, a woman was screaming incessantly at a red mass, her cheap leather bag strewn at her feet, and the sandwich in her lunch bag had fallen to the floor.

The moment Isak's gaze fell on the red unidentified object, his face became stern.

He rushed downstairs - before he could get out of the apartment door, a strong metallic sweet smell slammed into his nose.

His face turned grim and he brushed aside the lady who was so frightened that she was about to lose her mind that she walked forward, and thanks to the soprano, passers-by came over one after another......

"Vomit ......"

After seeing the mass of objects under the steps of the apartment door, they almost all jerked around and began to retch.

It was a corpse.

Of course, not ordinary corpses. The corpse lay □□ naked on the filthy ground, its head, arms, and thighs completely gone, leaving only a mass of torso, the abdomen of which was exposed, and dozens of pale, clean, slender fingers stuck straight into the bloody surface of the abdomen, like a birthday candle on a strawberry cream cake.

【I love you】

In front of this terrifying * "cake", a beautiful card falls in a pool of blood.

A strong, terrifying instinct struck Aysaac - and he jerked his head to look at Calvin as he followed him.

…… This card is addressed to Calvin.

A clear realization came to Aizak's mind.