Fuge's face suddenly turned unusually pale, and he looked at the red deer in horror.

Who are you?]

He asked, shocked.

【You...... You are not the Red Deer, and the Red Deer will not do this to Calvin, nor will he do this to his angels, his light, his salvation ......]

His reflection in the mirror became more and more blurred, and his voice became choppy, like a radio that had been disrupted.

[Oh, in fact, I am the Red Deer. 】

Red Deer stared deeply into the mirror, looking at Fuge's transparent, ghostly face.

【…… I'm the 'Red Deer' on the 'Gate' side]

He chuckled.

And with his laughter, there was no longer a shadow of Fuge in the mirror. The mirror becomes ordinary, and it faithfully reflects the scene in the bathroom: Calvin in bondage, and the smiling red deer.

The tall, handsome, naked man turned his attention back to Calvin, who leaned down and pressed his face against Calvin's back, feeling the spasm of the muscles under his skin with his tongue.

He then bit open the two wounds on Calvin's back.

"Hmm-"

Calvin struggled violently and let out a long, dull wail from his throat.

Even on the night when business is not good, you never have a shortage of guests in the bathroom who try to release excess water from your body, but during this long time, no one knocked on the door that Calvin had locked behind him.

Even the music outside the door and the noise of drunkards have completely disappeared.

There was silence outside the door.

The light bulbs in the bathroom rustled on the roof, and the light flickered and faded to the sound of electricity.

Calvin's struggles inevitably weakened.

Blood spilled from the corners of Red Deer's mouth, and he patiently swallowed the gushing blood.

When his mouth left Calvin, he had a large wound on his back. Blood is pouring out of the dents gnawed by the "red deer" like a spring. However, in the bloody wound, a white color gradually emerged.

That's a feather.

The feathers that had not yet fully unfolded were not stained with any blood, and they slowly stretched out in the hideous wounds, pure white feathers that no ordinary human had ever seen—as if every tiny fiber was shining through.

There is absolute majesty and purity in this light.

The Red Deer stared at the unfolding feathers, his pupils turning an almost transparent silver in the light, and his shadow dragged long behind him like a dark swamp.

【My ...... Angel ......]

He groaned, as if controlled by some magical power, and trembled and stretched out his hand to touch the pair of wings that did not belong to the world—

"Click. ”

And at this moment, a crisp, glass cracking sound sounded.

"Red Deer" jerked his head up to look at the wall, and a dot appeared in the middle of the dirty mirror.

Red Deer's pupils constricted suddenly, almost as a colleague, and the spot on the mirror quickly spread to the sides and up and down in a "click" sound, forming a crooked, criss-cross crack.

"Bang ......"

A few seconds later, the mirror shattered, and it fell straight off the wall, first on the filthy sink, but the shattered glass shards fell to the ground with a single brush.

The light bulbs on the roof made a soft sound, and the light became bright and steady again.

"Hmm......"

Calvin fell to the ground and let out a muffled grunt.

“…… Bang bang bang...... Bang bang ......"

"Hey, is there anyone in the fuck?"

“…… Bang bang ......"

"Calvin, Calvin, are you right in there?"

"Bang Bang ......"

……

It seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the sea, and an unusually distant sound came from the surface.

Calvin slowly opened his eyes in a louder voice, the blinding light almost making him unable to open them, his face pressed against the wet tiles, and the whole person was lying on the ground, a smell mixed with damp water vapor and the stench of human excrement rushing into his nostrils.

Here it is...... Bathroom......

"!"

Realizing this, Calvin jumped to his feet, and he quickly made an attacking stance, only after a heavy gasp that he realized that there was nothing around him.

That's right, nothing.

His shirt hung hastily over his body, and his belt and pants were well worn. He reached for his back, there was no blood gushing from the wound - and the scars from his two surgeries didn't hurt too much.

If anything, the mirror he had used to observe his back had somehow fallen from the wall and smashed to pieces on the ground.

Calvin stared at everything around him in a daze, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Boom ......"

At this moment, the door of the bathroom was rudely kicked open.

The bartender poked his head out of the other half of the door with an extremely ugly face.

"Calvin, what the happened to you? You locked the door without any response and there was a sound of something breaking......" The bartender paused as he glanced at the floor, "...... Well, I know what's broken. ”

He looked at Calvin with a stern gaze: "You should know that working hours are working hours, if there is any addiction you have to hold it yourself, right?"

He didn't think Calvin was an addict, but Calvin's actions tonight were really suspicious.

Calvin looked blankly at his colleague, his lips moving, trying to explain what had just happened, but when Calvin tried to organize the language, he realized that the memories in his mind were so fragmented, as if you woke up the next day after a nightmare, and your body still had that terrifying feeling, but your brain had spontaneously swept those useless images into the garbage basket of oblivion.

"I want to ...... I kind of slipped there. ”

Finally, he said to the bartender, who looked relieved.

"Okay. He said, glancing at Calvin's forehead, where there was a swollen bruise that should have slipped to be a souvenir for Calvin.

In fact, even Calvin himself was a little convinced that he might have just slipped — that his previous back pain had been so turbulent, and that he had run out of his painkillers.

As for that mirror -

“…… I told my boss a long time ago that the mirrors here were loose and should be reinforced. Dear Helen, you should thank God that it didn't hit you in the face when it fell. The bartender looked over Calvin at the wreckage of the mirror, "But maybe you should also thank Dr. Holden - maybe he's protecting you." ”

Calvin frowned.

"My father?"

"Believe it or not, these mirrors were fixed with the help of Dr. Holden back then—Redbeard was a poor bastard. The Cross Bar was decorated by his friends at the time...... Of course, who would have thought that Redbeard would become 'Redbeard' after that. ”

The bartender shrugged, "Dr. Holden is a good guy, he always has been, so he ended up being squeezed in here by those little bastards to nail the mirror." ”

"I've never heard of this. ”

Calvin whispered.

The bartender patted him on the shoulder: "Oh, just some old things. You know, it's been a lot of years before the doctor comes back here, and I don't think he'll enthusiastically tell you, 'I nailed a mirror in the bar,' hahahaha......"

Calvin reluctantly tugged at the bartender, and the corner of his mouth was a smile. For some reason, when he learned that the fallen mirror had been fixed to the wall by Dr. Holden himself, a chill slowly swirled up his back like a snake, bringing a layer of cold sweat.

"Normally, I'd have to ask you to clean up this place. ”

The bartender glanced at Calvin, who still looked a little dazed, and said.

"But today is a special case...... Your little guest is still waiting for you outside, and I think you'd better check her out. ”

"My ...... Little guests?"

Calvin rubbed his forehead, well, now the pain of that lump began to sharpen.

He didn't expect the bartender to say that the "little guest" would be Isha.

When he saw the little girl with the curly ginger hair, he finally understood why the bartender had asked him to come out to make sure of her.

The girl, who always seemed excessively precocious, stood trembling in the shadows of the hallway, her eyes dark and her face pale like a ghost.

"Isa, why are you here?"

Calvin looked at her in shock, and he couldn't help but look at the time.

1:40 a.m.

This is obviously not a good time for an underage child to be on the streets.

"What happened?"

Staring at Isha's terrified face, Calvin felt his guts twitch.

Oh no...... God forbid that nothing happened to this girl......

He prayed inwardly.

"Yes...... It's ......"

Isa's lips quivered, and it took a great deal of effort for her to utter a complete sentence.

"My mom...... Something wasn't quite right......"

Finally, tears welled up in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Calvin, I really don't know who to ask for, those people aren't quite right and I don't dare tell them...... Please, go see my mom...... She's crazy......" 166 Reading Network