“…… The police have not made any official announcement about the murder, but according to the information received by our reporter, the death of the seven victims is quite tragic, and this inhumane killing method reminds us of the serial killer 'Red Deer' who enveloped the whole United States in terror many years ago...... It is reported that after fleeing a few days ago, despite the strict surveillance measures laid by the police at the state borders, the 'Red Deer' still did not leak any traces...... Do we have reason to believe that the occurrence of this tragedy represents the arrival of the 'Red Deer' in the City of Angels? The Los Angeles Police Department was scheduled to hold a press conference at 5 p.m. today......

Calvin doesn't remember how he walked into the restaurant.

By the time he had sobered up a little, he found himself sitting wearily on the couch in the dining room, diagonally across from him, an old-fashioned television set staggering above the unshaky-looking bar, and the news anchor's face looking like a dead man's unsightly blue-gray on a slightly faded screen.

There was no mention of Isaac or his name in the news, which reassured Calvin a little, but the constant repetition of the name in the woman's mouth, "Red Deer", still made Calvin feel a little anxious.

He remembers, of course, that there was a chilling murderer behind him, who was also his admirer. When the admirer was combined with the word "red deer," fear and nausea began to rise in his body.

No, maybe it's just a whim.

"Red Deer" is a serial murderer, but he has never committed a massacre, which is not in line with his rules......

Calvin struggled to convince himself. But the foreboding still clung to his heel like a shadow.

Calvin shuddered, and black smoke rose again in front of his eyes, the precursor to fainting. So he almost knocked over the decorative vase on the dining table, where a plastic rose was sticking in it.

I probably received relief from the church, and the vase read, "Hold back your anger and forsake your wrath." Do not harbor grievances that cause you to do evil" (rath;-evil.). Calvin stared at the line and skimmed again, then reached out and turned the lettered side of the vase in a direction he couldn't see.

The aroma of chips and fried food filled the room, and the diners were no small for this time of afternoon - as Calvin had expected, the guests were all old, and the youngest looked over fifty. Their clothes are not shabby, but they can also be seen to be unfashionable, which means that their social class is not high, but being able to sit leisurely in a restaurant at this time, sipping cheap coffee and eating chips, proves that they are not the kind of people who struggle to survive in the lower echelons of society.

Calvin forced himself to focus on his eyes (he already felt his spirit on the verge of a breakdown) and he took a quick glance around the dining room, mentally judging all the living two-legged creatures.

The guests were all relaxed at this restaurant, as Calvin had guessed, and they were undoubtedly regular customers, and they probably felt more at this restaurant than in the dark and cramped home.

Calvin sat stiffly in the middle of the group, like a pebble in a bowl of hot soup, and he looked out of place. The old man turned his head without hesitation and peeked at Calvin's appearance, Calvin blinked, he seemed to hear the group of people whispering, but when he concentrated, all he could hear was the sound of cups and plates colliding and the news anchor's announcement.

He felt his heart beating very fast, a strong sense of uneasiness gnawing at his internal organs like a poisonous snake, and he couldn't help but want to reach for his dagger, his canvas bag resting on his seat, clinging to his thigh.

The gun in the mezzanine was hard against Calvin.

"Your double cheeseburger and ice coke. Just then, a waitress came out from behind the bar and placed the contents of the tray in front of Calvin.

Slightly skewed, melted cheese slowly cascaded down the brown patty of the burger, golden fries piled up next to the burger, followed by a glass of Coke with plenty of ice cubes and crackling...... After putting down the food, the waitress, who was also not young, and looked a little mean because of her frowning, put down a plate of fragrant muffins at Calvin's hand.

The few golden crispy muffins were still steaming, and a large amount of honey was running down the half-melted butter on top of the muffins, giving off a strong sweet smell.

“…… Muffins are credited to the boss's account. ”

The hostess told Calvin that she had left Calvin's bill on the table. As she said, there was no price for a muffin on it - it was obviously a special gift.

Calvin looked up at the waitress in some surprise, and she raised an eyebrow at Calvin without much explanation.

"You've got to have something sweet, boy, you need sugar. ”

She said, then walked back to the back of the bar with the same fast pace.

Calvin realized that it was his own terrible state that caused the men to worry.

He stammered, thinking he should say something, but he couldn't. In the end, he could only bow his head in silence and begin to eat his burger, burger, and gulp down Coke.

At first he was shy, overwhelmed and trying to hide his emotions, but soon he was attracted to the deliciousness of the food.

One bite and then another, the burger mixed with cheese, starch, gravy and fat brought the supreme pleasure to the tongue, the muffin and the large amount of sugar from the cola poured into Calvin's body through chewing, and the numb taste buds and stomach gradually awakened, and it was only at this moment that he realized how hungry he really was.

He swears it's the best burger and muffins (and the best Coke) he's ever eaten in his life, and his tense and anxious mind slowly relaxes under the effects of the calories of the food.

Calvin felt that it had only taken him a few seconds to sweep away the more calorie-grazing than normal, and he took another sip of Coke to finally wake up from his trance.

He felt much better, even though he knew his future was still clouded. The waitress had forgotten at him from behind the bar, and Calvin could now make out the concern that glittered in his eyes. A surge of gratitude welled up in his chest. He grabbed the checkout receipt and stuffed it in his wallet, then pulled out a handful of cash. When he realized that it was David's bills, he put them back with some discomfort, and then he took out the cash that Isaac had prepared for him and paid the bill, adding an extra ten dollars to the money that should have been paid as a tip.

As he lowered the brim of his hat and hurried away, he heard the old man near the door whisper to him, "Good luck to you."

Calvin was stunned, he didn't have time to think about it, one foot had already stepped out of the door of the restaurant, but he couldn't deny that the blessing made him feel so much better. After all, the voice sounded familiar to Calvin, and Calvin couldn't tell what it was, but the gratitude in his heart grew a little stronger in that insignificant blessing.

In fact, Calvin's back was also relatable to Calvin, with gray hair, tall, emaciated frame, and a half-worn coat that reminded Calvin of Dr. Holden.

Calvin thought as he walked, and then he suddenly stopped.

He frowned and looked behind him.

It had been half a block since he left the restaurant, and from this vantage point, he naturally had no way to see the old-fashioned, rustic porch of the restaurant. Calvin's heart was beating faster and faster, and on the contrary, his body was chilling.

Something called intuition was dancing in his heart.

Oh, my God...... That man...... That person was Dr. Holden himself!

Calvin turned and hurried in the direction he had come.

Not wise at all, Calvin—

He heard the voice in his head speak, and he knew he was making a fool.

How could he think that a dead person would appear in a restaurant, just to say "I wish you luck" to his crazy self?

Calvin's footsteps were on the sun-scorched cement tiles, and he had seen the intersection where he had turned a few minutes earlier, and the restaurant was just around the corner on the right......

Calvin turned the corner. Then he stood there dumbfounded, like a complete idiot.

The sun is about to set, which means that this difficult day is coming to an end. The golden-red sunlight shone on the large clusters of clouds, which took on a striking pink color. The mountains in the distance are slightly undulating, already tinted with shades of lilac.

Against this wonderful backdrop, Calvin's neat and graceful streets are exactly like the American Dream shown in the TV series.

The dense trees lining the road make the street seem a little dark, and behind the well-groomed courtyards are wonderful, exquisite luxury villas with warm yellow lights on.

Calvin pinched his arm hard, and he suspected that he was really crazy.

He still remembers how the road had been ten minutes ago.

That's what a slum should look like, with bare concrete floors, barbed wire, sun-tanned lawns, oh yes, and that old-fashioned restaurant.

It's like you've traveled back in time...... Restaurant......

Calvin's face grew paler. He still had the taste of the burger in his mouth, he could recall the cold coke sliding down his throat, the subtle feeling of the honey sticking to the corners of his mouth on the muffins, and even the cheese-like grease on his fingertips.

But the restaurant disappeared like a dream.

Calvin took a few steps back in horror, his head a little dizzy, he didn't know what was wrong with him. He tried to go back to the road he had taken before him (he remembered the bare road, the sun-scorched concrete slabs). But when he returned to the little crossroads, Calvin was still in front of the tree-lined streets of the wealthy district. The trees have a nice smell after the sun has been scorching for a long day.

Calvin suddenly reached out and pulled out his wallet, remembering the receipt he had gotten at that restaurant. His movements were so messy that his hands were so shaky that he could barely hold his wallet.

He quickly found the receipt, the white note standing out between the crumpled green bills. But when Calvin brushed the receipt open with his fingertips, he found that the paper had yellowed and become brittle. The handwriting on it had become very dull and blurry, and all the thermal paper would fade over time, and Calvin had one in his hand.

It looks like the restaurant, from the '70s.

The only thing Calvin could barely make out was the letter C at the beginning of the cheeseburger, and the words that began with half an H on the top of the receipt where the name of the restaurant was originally printed.

A car drove slowly past Calvin, a low-key but expensive Lincoln. Calvin didn't notice it. In fact, he was in a state of extreme confusion at this time. He worries that the mental problems he fears have finally appeared (the after-effects of his dark past and childhood trauma are not just withdrawn personalities).

However, the car came to an abrupt stop a few dozen meters past Calvin.

"Calvin?"

A panicked voice rang out. 166 Reading Network