Calvin didn't show any suspicious expression in front of Fugg, he tried not to look into the other's eyes, lest he couldn't help but lose his temper when he met Fugg's peacock green eyes, and deep down he realized that he had an unusual dependence on the English doctor, and that dependence made him weak.

"I don't know if you know the situation, but I ......"

Calvin spoke a little nervously, and he was about to explain the situation to Fugg, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Fugg.

"It's okay, I know," a strange look appeared on Fugg's face, "I've been watching, in his mind. ”

The British doctor paused, then added.

"We all watched. ”

Calvin felt his heartbeat stall uncontrollably once more.

Before he could come to his senses, he looked up suddenly, staring at Fugg.

"Then you ......"

Are you all right? What the hell is that guy going to do to you? Why did you write that line and tell me to run away?

Countless thoughts swirled through Calvin's mind, but all he ended up uttering was a vague command.

I would like to compare Pastor Crowe's diary from different periods – it seems to me that he may have undergone a personality change or a split personality. ”

Fugg lowered his eyes, his face as calm as a sculpture, as if the complicated and bitter expression he had had been just an illusion.

"Of course. ”

He quickly picked up his pen and wrote under the line of "Red Deer"——

I give you all I have.

Calvin glanced at his handwriting quickly, and if his memory was correct, it was indeed Fugg's.

Calvin, however, felt that his heart had suddenly hollowed out.

Just before Fugg put down his pen, Calvin thought he would write more. It's like the line he scribbled on the Bible before, leaving some messages that the "red deer" can't see.

But Fugg didn't.

He even had the leisure to dig through the diaries left by the Rev. Crow.

"What makes you think it's a split personality? You know, he may have been contaminated, or maybe his hand was hurt in some way that caused the handwriting to change. Fugg asked calmly, "Why do you think of a change in personality just by seeing a change in handwriting?"

Calvin paused slightly, and he frowned.

A not-so-good feeling slipped down his spine, and Calvin had an instinctive wariness. The tone of this question is that Fuge wants to ask, but it is better to say that "Red Deer" manipulated Fuge behind his back to ask it.

Of course, one of the most terrifying assumptions is that the Fuge in front of him who is talking to him is not the real Fuge but the disguise of the "Red Deer" from beginning to end.

Just thinking about this made Calvin feel as if he had a pill in his mouth, and a bitterness suddenly filled the tip of his tongue.

Before reading the Bible's message, Calvin never knew that one day he would really not be able to distinguish the different personalities in the body of the green-eyed man in front of him.

"Well, maybe it's because I have samples like you around me that I think of split personality. ”

And without this clumsy excuse, I can't get you to show up.

Calvin hid the phrase in his throat and replaced it with more prosaic words.

"And one more thing, it's my gut feeling—"

Speaking of which, Calvin was not purely perfunctory.

In fact, when he saw Pastor Crow's inconsistent behavior, his instincts and instincts were telling him that there was some kind of abnormally drastic change in Pastor Crow.

Fuge lowered his eyes to the two lines of handwriting on the blank pages of the journal, and then asked, "So what is your judgment now?"

"I don't know. ”

Calvin whispered, every word that popped out of his throat was so dry.

What he didn't know was not just Pastor Crow's, but whether Fugg was really Fugg, and the latter thing made him feel even more heavy. Could it be that Reed, Fugg, and Virgil have really been thoroughly digested by "Red Deer"? Calvin felt like he was about to tremble just thinking about it

"In fact, the difference between personality and personality is not that great. It's hard to make the right decision based on handwriting alone," suddenly Calvin's ear rang with a whisper of Fugg, and Calvin looked up at the other in surprise, but saw the doctor's dim eyes, "It's like me and the other personalities, we have merged. ”

Fugg's fingertips ran over "Red Deer" and his own handwriting.

He suddenly approached Calvin, and his breath as he spoke almost landed directly on the corner of Calvin's lips.

"For example, these two lines, Reed doesn't quite look like the original Reed, and I don't quite look like the original me. Maybe the next time you call 'Fuge', it won't be me anymore. ”

Calvin looked at Fugg suddenly, unable to hide his horror and surprise.

Fugg smiled very lightly, his countenance overlapping exactly the same as the last time Calvin had seen the English doctor who had made him run away quickly.

It was at this moment that Calvin identified him.

He is Fugg, the real Fuge.

The one who was on the verge of sacrificing himself to get him to escape...... The man he didn't manage to save in the end.

"I'm running out of time, oh, don't put on that look, all I want to say is that I'm running out of time to appear in front of you as a separate personality. The next time we meet, I may not be me anymore, but ......"

Fugg didn't finish his sentence, but fell silent.

He looked at Calvin for a moment. Calvin suddenly stepped forward and hugged Fugg heavily.

"Reed didn't tell me this. ”

Calvin said with his face buried in Fugg's shoulder, his voice uncharacteristically dry.

"We just hope you don't mind too much, well, in theory, personality fusion is a great thing for people with multiple personalities. ”

"How much longer?"

Calvin's fingers almost dug into Fugg's back.

"It's not been long, maybe dozens of days, or months? I feel like it's going to be fast. ”

Fugg said calmly.

Then he let go of Calvin.

He cupped his forehead and smiled wryly, "I'm sorry, I think I have to...... Left. At this stage, my personality is not very stable. ”

"I know. Calvin said. "It's okay. ”

Fugg reached out and brushed it in the corner of Calvin's eye.

"I'm sorry I can't help you sort out Pastor Crowe's, but I know you can handle it. Just think it's a game and just keep it playing. ”

Calvin nodded at Fugg. He stared at Fugg's face for a moment, and under his gaze, Fuge's expression faded little by little, and Reed's expression slowly appeared on the face of the man in front of him.

But Calvin knew that it wasn't the real Reed.

"You really like Fugg. ”

After taking back control of his body, "Red Deer" muttered pointedly. It sounded like ordinary jealousy, but Calvin knew he couldn't take it lightly.

"I like you too, and Vigilli, Heathtu, and Moses. ”

Calvin even patted "Red Deer" on the shoulder, and then he turned back and flipped through Reverend Crow's journal, seemingly having focused all his attention on the local records of the diaries.

"Red Deer" raised an eyebrow, his pupils became very deep and dark, if before his eyes were like a swamp leading to the endless abyss, then at this moment, it was like someone had poured countless venom into that swamp.

The twisted and vicious aura was so strong that even with the handsomeness of "Red Deer's" body now, it looked a little hideous and distorted. Fortunately or unfortunately, the obvious anomaly of "Red Deer" was not seen by Calvin, who was looking at the boring and uninteresting text.

Of course, this was actually done by Calvin on purpose.

Fugg's message at the last minute was very clear - "just play it as if it's a game". Whether or not "Red Deer" actually realizes that he has perceived the truth, if he is willing to disguise it like this, Calvin will always cooperate.

That was the only way to keep him safe.

On the other hand, however, Calvin was not inattentive at all, and he had to force himself to be completely immersed in Pastor Crow's past in order to control his emotions.

He can no longer show any flaws in front of "Red Deer".

Calvin looked at Reverend Crow's journal with great earnestness, and then suddenly, he stopped flipping through his fingers.

He frowned, and began to look at one of the days' diaries.

By that time, Pastor Crowe had become a senior Adventist priest - he even managed to help some people who had been lured into the Adventist sect to escape. In a sense, he has been acting according to his previous assumptions.

But that's when the accident happened.

[On June 7, I had cancer. Yes, I have cancer]

He only wrote this one line, and his handwriting was messy, and it was obvious that his hands were shaking.

What follows are some simple notes of his own treatments, which are just as short. But even so, Calvin could tell for a long time that Pastor Crow was not in a good state at that time.

Then there was a blank space of almost dozens of pages, and a new diary appeared.

It was February of the following year.

[February 3...... Mother Triss decided to take me to the Rosary Chapel for the Son to pray and heal me. That's the only way. I know it's ridiculous that I've put my life and death on an ethereal, cheap, sinful and quick-track religion. But I accepted it, after all, I don't have much to live, who knows, anyway, I thank Mother Triss for her kindness. 166 Reading Network