Calvin didn't hesitate, he quickly took a step back and slid quietly into the darkness behind the door.

Then he gently closed the door.

"There's no one here, I told you a long time ago. ”

"But he said the man was going in this direction—"

"I'll bet you two butter hot dogs, and that guy must have chosen something else. ”

……

Calvin heard several searchers standing behind the door talking to each other for a moment. Then the group walked away.

It was only then that Calvin carefully adjusted his breathing and slowly left the door panel that was close to him.

There are no lights, the only source of light is the emergency sign located on the skirt of the wall, and the green light source is projected from the inside of the plastic plate that says "Exit", forming a small green ball of light in the darkness.

There was silence in the darkness, and the air was much cooler than the hallway behind the door.

Calvin stopped after taking a few steps. His breath was too stagnant, and his instincts told him that there was no one else in the area, but that didn't stop him from getting nervous a little - if there was no one else here, who opened the door for him?

As if to answer Calvin's inner question, a small rustling sound was heard in the darkness.

"Who-"

Calvin almost jumped to his feet, and he jerked in the direction from which the voice came and asked in a low voice.

“……”

The shadows behind the green light were silent.

Calvin stood motionless, and after a few seconds, he walked briskly towards where the sound had come from. As I passed by the emergency signs, the carpet that was supposed to be scarlet was illuminated by the green light to an unsightly dark brown.

It's like dried blood.

Calvin felt a little cold, and his heart pounded in his chest. The rustling sensation would come up every once in a while, so subtle that if you didn't listen closely, you'd think it was your own hallucination—in fact, Calvin had to admit that even the sound of his own heartbeat seemed more real than it was at this moment. A strange sensation slowly soaked into his body with his steps, his brain seemed to be cut off from his body, and the light, sleepwalking-like feeling contrasted sharply with the tightness of his body, as if there was an additional vague barrier between his spirit and **.

The hallway was so dark that Calvin had a trance-like feeling that it was probably the darkest hallway he had ever walked.

Of course, he didn't lack the experience of walking in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, but that experience was far from comparable to this moment (from a realistic point of view, this possibility Calvin at least had the green light of the emergency sign to illuminate the path beneath his feet) - the darkness of this corridor was more like a kind of hollow in another dimension, and the cold and thick darkness was not just the darkness itself, it was more like something real that could not be described in words.

Calvin's sweat soaked the innermost layer of the evening dress, and in order to save time, Calvin did not bother to take off the expensive evening dress when changing into the man's clothes, he just tied the hem of the skirt tightly so that it was easy to move. But now it seemed that it was clearly a wrong decision, and the sweat-soaked evening dress became wet and slippery, clinging to Calvin's body like some kind of animal skin.

Calvin felt himself involuntarily quicken his pace, and the hallway behind him was as silent as a morgue.

"Hoo ......"

Calvin sensed the oddity. In the sound of his breathing, which was somewhat uncontrollable, another voice seemed to be heard.

Small, almost hallucinatory sounds.

It was the sound of another person's breathing overlapping his. However, when Calvin held his breath sharply, all his ears could catch was the white noise produced by his brain itself in extreme silence.

Then Calvin saw another door.

The door was at the end of the hallway, the same dark red color as the one he had opened earlier, with a cold metal plaque.

A golden light shone through the crack in the door.

The door was unlocked, just hidden.

Calvin stopped, his brow locked tightly together, and the feeling of his heart being pinched became more and more apparent. After a brief hesitation, Calvin carefully placed his hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open with a full shoe.

He entered a room.

The room is almost as large as a small warehouse, or more appropriately described as a "hall", with a high ceiling painted with retro-style angel paintings, walls all decorated with crimson wood grain panels, and gilded reliefs of vines and birds on the skirts. On the wall facing Calvin, there hung a huge cross with a statue of an angel on the cross, and gray-white pupils stared blankly at Calvin's pale face.

In such a luxuriously decorated room, there is rather an obtrusive piece of furniture—seven cold hospital beds.

Next to the beds stood the emergency system, each of which was tightly hidden by a draping curtain.

The monotonous and regular electronic sound of the vital signs monitoring system "ticks" and "ticks" echoes in the air, falls, and annihilates.

Next to the bed closest to the bottom of the cross, there were two men clustered, their figures also obscured by the pale blue curtain, and the light cast their dark shadows on the thin fabric.

When the shadow fluttered, Calvin couldn't help himself, remembering the Dementors described in the famous Wizarding Book.

“…… This will be a problem. The others were fine, the ambulance stuff was enough to get them there, but the girl ...... I know you don't like to hear this, but," the woman seemed to sigh, "dear Mr. Pastor, if you continue like this, something will go wrong. There's no way this girl can get out of here, she's still critically ill!"

"She made a mistake, and we just wanted to correct it, and the new corrections pastor was a little inexperienced...... Oh, what a fucking damn one. ”

The woman was responded to by a man, his tone full of chagrin and annoyance.

Calvin walked slowly towards them, and the two men who were immersed in the conversation seemed completely unaware of Calvin's arrival.

Calvin's gaze fell on the two men.

The curtain did not cover their feet, and Calvin saw a pair of cowhide shoes that looked rather simple and well-made, and next to them were a pair of nurse's shoes, heels of about five centimeters, beige stockings, and slightly puffy calves.

At the feet of the two of them, a pair of small and slender bare feet shook gently.

In that moment, Calvin saw the black and red wounds and blood on the soles of his feet.

Calvin's chest tightened, and the cold feeling slowly soaked his body, and he did not hide his steps, but the two people inside the curtain still did not hear Calvin's voice.

As he passed by another hospital bed, Calvin gently lifted the curtain with his fingers and looked inside.

A puffy girl lay quietly on a snow-white sheet, with an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose, and Calvin saw a clear black pinch mark on her throat - the girl's skin was as blue as a dead man's.

"I still need some medicine, I'll send it to your mailbox later......"

The woman said to the man.

"You're always going to have some troublesome stuff, I can only think that you promise me to ...... as soon as possible"

"But this girl is going to die," the woman interrupted, looking impatient, "I don't know how you did this, didn't you find out she was pregnant when you did that kind of thing?"

Calvin turned his head sharply and glared at the bed.

His heart seemed to be suddenly equipped with eight motors, and now the little meatball was pounding wildly in his chest, as if it was about to explode in the next second.

“…… We just hadn't had time to give her a medical check-up, and she was planning to escape with another candidate for the Holy Child. ”

"Did you check on the other child afterwards?"

"Of course, thanks to the angel's blessing, the child was normal—just a little frightened. The man's voice paused, then unconsciously lowered, "Someone will help with that." ”

The woman took a few steps back, her tone overflowing with disgust, "Don't tell me this, I don't want to know anything disgusting. ”

As she spoke, she lifted the curtain and spun out from behind the cloth.

She was an emaciated woman, dressed in scruffy clothes, covered with a white robe that no longer fit, her eyes and ears were sickly flushed, and her arms were shaking as they were raised—the kind of tremor that had damaged her nerves from excessive drinking.

Then she looked up and met Calvin's gaze in astonishment.

"Hmm-"

By the time Calvin realized what he was really doing, his body was already in action.

His fist slammed into the woman's face quickly and hard.

A warm liquid splashed into his fist at that moment, and the woman fell straight to the ground before she could even let out a wail. She covered her face with her hands, nosebleeds spurting out of her fingers like fountains, and it was seconds before she had time to let out her first wail.

"Who?!"

The man behind the curtain showed half of his face in a panic, he was wearing the robes of an Adventist priest with three long chains of different styles around his neck, and Calvin didn't wait for him to finish the word before he swung his other fist.

This time, however, he only had time to hit the priest in the fat cheek, and in the midst of the impact, the priest screamed and ducked to the other side...... Then, revealing "the girl" on the hospital bed behind him.

- That's Isa. 166 Reading Network