The blood on Calvin's face faded suddenly.

Time seemed to suddenly become slow and viscous in this moment, and the old woman's voice became particularly harsh and strange in this transformation.

Calvin turned his head, and he stared at the old woman.

Calvin's brain was a little fuzzy, and he vaguely remembered that not so long ago she was just an old woman in a blue suit, behaving normally, and even being kind. But what was the matter with the monster that caught his eye now?

The other's shriveled face was covered with fine wrinkles, and in the crevices of the wrinkles were cloudy, aging eyes—eyes that had lost all vitality, intelligence, curiosity, and all the qualities that make humanity better. There were two small white flakes hidden in those tiny eyes, which made her look like a zombie who had been dead for a long time. Her lips were completely shriveled, with tiny vertical lines above them, and her teeth, undoubtedly carefully cared for and whitened by the dentist, showed a fine white that was the opposite of her aging face.

As she chattered about the empty and boring sermons of the Adventists, a dark red tongue flashed behind her white teeth.

Calvin's whole body froze.

To use an analogy, a person is immersed in liquid ammonia alive and then freezes into a statue in a terrified position.

“…… I know that everything I say sounds so ridiculous, but believe me, until I truly receive the blessings of the Son from my God, I am as ignorant as mortals, cold, hateful, and suspicious of everything. ”

The old woman said to the man holding the cat with a sharp throat and a quick flick of the tip of her tongue.

Calvin could smell the scent of old-school shower gel on her, mixed with the stench of an old man that couldn't be concealed.

He was cold and sweaty, but he was motionless because of the dizziness that was pouring at him like a tide—he didn't dare to make any movement, because he suspected that if he did, he would faint to the ground.

He can't attract any superfluous attention now, especially from the Adventists. Even if Vicili didn't say it in detail, Calvin was still keenly aware of how crazy the outside world was pursuing him.

If he had had had a choice, Fugg would not have agreed to let Calvin lie on the same ground where other animals had cut off their balls and uteruses.

Calvin struggled to control his limbs, but the disgusting sensation ...... And furious ...... But it was like an electric current rampaging through his veins, and the pain almost drove Calvin mad. Fortunately, neither of the two men beside him paid any attention to him, and the old woman set her sights on the man with the cat, and she tried to convince him with a strange enthusiasm.

"I'm sorry, I actually ......," the man said in embarrassment.

"Hey, young man, listen to me, you're going to love what I'm going to tell you next!" the old woman interrupted the man's words almost brutally, and she stretched out her withered hand and pressed the forehead of the big white dog beside her, which inexplicably reminded Calvin of the horror movie scene of the facehugger hugging the victim's head.

Calvin silently clenched his fists at his side, his nails digging deep into his palms.

“…… See my cutie? His name is Darling, and he's been with him for many years, and I've been raising him since he was a little flesh worm that didn't open his eyes, and yes, it's my only family. I think you can understand that feeling, that kind of ...... Link...... But I've had the same thing with you, the fucking guys, vets and stuff, they're going to do everything they can to get money out of your pocket, and all that's left is to tell you that they can't do anything about your dog's cancer! Shit, a bunch of stinky shit, including Mira, oh my God, she's the kid I watched grow up, but she'll still say to me, 'Oh, auntie, I'm sorry, Darling's illness is coming to an end, it's suffering, why else it's going to leave peacefully?'"

"So, that's why you went to find that...... Sect?"

After hearing the old woman's story, the man finally drew a little attention to her.

"Yes, that's right, I've finally found a way to live for my little darling. I prayed, prayed, prayed with all my heart...... In the end, the supreme power answered me. The old woman had a smile on her face that looked distorted by ecstasy, "They have brought my Darling to the Son, and when he returns to me, the sicknesses that have afflicted him for so long are gone, and he is even healthier and younger than before......

[Whew-]

[Whew-]

……

In the nightmarish voice of the old woman, Calvin heard heavy breathing.

It was the breathing of the big white dog.

Oh yes, there was indeed a big dog at the old woman's feet, was it brought to the pet hospital by the old woman because of a breathing problem?

Calvin struggled to look down at the dog, and his pupils constricted.

Was he hallucinating because of his nervousness? He could clearly see that the dog was gradually beginning to melt and deform in the old woman's account.

The smooth fur withered and withered quickly, falling off the pus-soaked skin.

Its eyeballs bulged out, protruding from their sockets, and then burst out of the blue-black mucus with small wriggling white worms that wriggled around its rotting skin. It was a dead dog, but its black, dripping corpse eyes flickered with ghostly fire.

The swollen purple tongue stuck in its grinning mouth, leaving it with little way to catch its breath.

It is suffering violently – even though it is dead.

Calvin's eyes began to heat up involuntarily, and he didn't know what to do with the situation, nor could he comprehend the pity that suddenly came over him.

[Poor child, oh, poor child......]

Calvin seemed to hear another voice in his trance, and in his heart he was constantly lamenting.

He almost burst into tears.

"Meow woo woo-"

As if by some strange sense, Lady Vera, who had previously seemed calm (and wise), growled menacingly in her throat.

Hula-

Something shattered invisibly.

The cat's menacing sound was like an alarm clock for the morning shift at half past six in the morning, causing Calvin to fall out of that half-asleep, dream-like state in an instant. Even his body felt heavy for a moment, and the speed of time around him naturally returned to normal.

Calvin thought the moment was unusually long, but when he came to his senses, he realized that it was actually only a short period of time.

He jerked his eyes up and looked around.

The girl with the rabbit in her arms had sat farther away in disgust, and the young nurse, who knew at first glance to be clumsy, was staring in the direction of Calvin and the others with a look of embarrassment, as if she was not sure whether to come and stop the old woman who was getting more and more agitated.

As for the old woman who was still like a demon just now...... Aside from the disgusting fact that he danced with his hands and spit when he spoke, he no longer seemed distorted.

It was just an old, ignorant old woman.

A large white dog squatted next to her, his tongue peeking out a little from between his teeth, and saliva collecting on the tip of his tongue.

The dead, rotting white dog was just Calvin's hallucination.

"Well, I'm sorry, I have my own religion. ”

Lady Vera's master had apparently endured it again and again, but he still hadn't. He said to the old woman with a frown.

As if to prove his claim, he even pulled up his cuffs and quickly showed the old woman the tattoo on his wrist (Calvin could think it was just a tattoo sticker, of course).

For a brief moment, Calvin could clearly see the other man's tattoo: it was the shape of an eye, with three wavy whiskers on the left and right sides of the eye.

Calvin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He liked the young man more now than he had ever been - at least he had a perfect sense of humor.

Calvin wouldn't mistake that seemingly strange sign, which was the symbol of the Cult of Flying Spaghetti.

"No, you can't believe in hypocrisy—"

"Mrs. Anna, I think you might want to rest a little? Dr. Mira has been worried about your blood pressure, and you seem to be a little too excited now. ”

The young nurse, seeing that the situation seemed to be about to get out of hand, came up to the old woman with a bitter face and interrupted the latter's remarks.

"Don't touch me. The old woman, known as Lady Anna, let out a muttered of disgust.

As a bystander, Calvin could understand why the nurse had been hesitant to step forward, and Mrs. Anna had a deeper sympathy for the doctors and nurses at the pet hospital than the doctor-patient relationship, but the relationship between the two sides was not harmonious.

It is clear that the old woman has always been obsessed with the euthanasia that Dr. Mira had previously suggested.

"I hate liars, so Mira doesn't worry about me, she just wants me to die, just like she's always wanted Darling to die. ”

Mrs. Anna shifted the fire from the cat man to the hapless nurse. The old man's bad temper and forgetfulness are perfectly embodied in her.

Calvin suspected that she might have developed early Alzheimer's disease, but the nurse didn't seem to have much experience dealing with people like the old woman.

The nurse looked at the old woman stiffly, helpless.

"Madame......"

"Hehe, don't worry, I'm not here to find trouble, I rarely ask for trouble with others now. The Great Son tells us to have a positive attitude towards the people and things of this world...... That's why I'm here, I just want Mira to see what a huge, horrible mistake she's almost made. ”

She gripped the white dog's collar tightly, her eyes glaring as if they were about to burst out of their sockets in the next second.

"Look at my Darling, how young, robust and lovely it is now. If I hadn't had the willpower to follow Mira wrongly, think about how terrible it would be. My Darling will die from her misdiagnosis......"

The nurse unconsciously took a few steps back, and she looked at the white dog beside the old woman, and the expression on her face became strangely and bitter. 166 Reading Network