Calvin was awake early in the morning.

The rosy morning glow is set above the deep blue sea level, and the sound of the waves appears soft and regular, like some kind of ancient and mysterious chant, which has continued from ancient times to the present day.

He slowly sat up from the bed and stared out the window at the magnificent scenery for a moment.

The view is beautiful - it's natural, and the rent of a house in this area is not cheap.

But Calvin suddenly realized that after living here for so long, it was as if he had noticed the beauty of the scenery for the first time.

He noticed that he was in good shape, unexpectedly well.

His mind seemed to have been washed and became light and thorough, and his mind was clear and quick. The pain that had been wrapping around him disappeared as if it were a flash of a moment, Calvin lowered his head and clenched his fist with his hand, his muscles bulging, and then relaxed.

He frowned slightly, a little confused, he felt that he was in good shape, it was as if someone had sneaked into his dream and sorted out every part of his body. Both mentally and physically, they have reached an optimal state.

"Oh my God, how long has it been since I've slept well......"

Calvin couldn't help but smile wryly, and then he rubbed his hair.

He didn't think too much about it, but simply attributed his good mood and good state to the fact that he finally had a good night's sleep.

He had wasted a little time in his bed watching the magnificent and beautiful sunrise in his bed, and then he heard something coming from downstairs. Then he changed his clothes and walked down the stairs, and he saw a figure in the kitchen.

Calvin had to admit that he was in a trance for a moment, as if he had suddenly fallen into one of those old family soap operas—the villa by the sea, the crisp morning, and the busy figure of his partner in the kitchen when he woke up.

But the moment the man in the kitchen looked back at Calvin, Calvin woke up from his ridiculous fantasies.

"Fugg?

He asked, somewhat surprised.

On the premise that this body did not open its mouth and did not make any movements, Calvin instantly recognized the identity of the personality who controlled the body just by looking at it - Fuge's pupils instantly narrowed, and he glanced at Calvin deeply, and his gaze was strange for a moment. But his emotions were always well controlled, and Calvin did not notice any clues.

"Good morning, Calvin. ”

Fugg responded in his usual cold tone, he paused, and added an explanation, "It's just a routine substitution between personalities, and considering your surgery, I'll be in charge of this body for the time being these days." ”

Calvin couldn't help but rub the back of his head, he was actually more used to Virgil by his side, and now that he suddenly saw Fugg, he felt a little unaccustomed.

"Oh, okay, okay. ”

Fugg's eyes flashed.

"If you're more used to Virgilly, I could-"

"No, no, I didn't mean that. Calvin quickly interrupted Fugg, who was almost afraid of the Englishman's emotional acuity, and smiled at the latter, "I'm glad you showed up, really, I just...... Well, a little scared. But I'm glad you're here, and besides, have I always forgotten to say thank you, thank you for healing my wounds. ”

Calvin was referring to his gunshot wound in Angel Town.

"You don't have to thank you. Fugg replied, "You never need to thank me. ”

His answer made Calvin a little unsure what to do.

Calvin could only smile, and then he went into the kitchen to find that Fugg was actually making breakfast.

However, in his opinion, Fugg's breakfast was a little behind, as he was slicing a strip of bacon with the finest degree of surgery.

Calvin couldn't help but squint, was it his delusion? he always felt that Fugg was a little ...... Clumsy.

Sensing Calvin's gaze, Fugg looked straight at him, and the two eyes met in the air for a few seconds, and Calvin looked away in embarrassment.

"Well, you go on, don't worry about me. ”

Calvin laughed dryly, trying to maintain his natural state, and walked past Fugg to get himself a cup of coffee.

Oh no......

Calvin muttered to himself.

He didn't know how to describe it, there was an indescribable tension between him and Fugg, some of which might be due to his relationship with Vicili (though he and Virgil were the same person when fucking), and others the way Fugg looked at him.

A few minutes ago, Calvin had been in a good mood because he was in good shape, but now he was annoyed, and if he hadn't been in good shape, he probably wouldn't have had time to notice Fugg's eyes......

In the depths of the eyes that seem to be cold, indifferent, as if a thin layer of ice is floating forever, there is something other than the relationship between patients and patients.

It's a little embarrassing now......

Calvin thought, though he didn't know what to embarrass about.

But then his attention was diverted from his girlish thoughts, for he suddenly smelled a thick smell of burning.

"Oh my God—"

Calvin turned his head and saw that Fugg was still standing in front of the stove with a calm and calm face, but the pan in front of him had begun to burn.

Calvin quickly managed to contain the fire with a lid and a wet towel before the smoke alarm screamed, but the carefully cut bacon and eggs could not escape the fate of being charred.

"I'm sorry. ”

Fugg looked at what could only be called "wreckage" and said calmly to Calvin.

"I think, as an Englishman, I do need some practice in cooking—"

"I'm coming!"

Calvin stood in front of the stove.

He and Fugg made eye contact for another moment.

"What do you want to eat?" Calvin asked.

“……”

Half an hour later, Fugg and Calvin sat down at the table to enjoy their breakfast.

Their breakfast was a little shabby compared to Virgilli, but Fugg still showed aristocratic table manners when dining.

Calvin poured himself his third cup of coffee of the morning, and the exhilaration, with the hot liquid pouring into his throat, made him let out a faint whisper. Immediately afterward, he noticed that Fugg was looking at him.

"What's wrong?"

Calvin couldn't help but ask.

"You look good. ”

Fugg said.

Calvin raised his coffee cup at him, "This is thanks to the coffee beans...... And a good night's sleep. He paused and then continued, "I slept well last night, and I guess I had a pretty good dream. ”

"Dreams?"

"Hmm, a good dream I haven't had in a long time......"

Fugg's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop.

Although he still appeared calm on the surface, his spirit was already starting to tense. Calvin may have thought it was a dream, but Fugg knew it wasn't.

"Maybe I should say 'congratulations.'" ”

He said to Calvin, his voice somewhat stiff. Thankfully, however, Calvin seemed to have gotten used to this way of speaking.

"Oh, because I got a 'congratulations' after a rare good night's sleep, which sounds a bit sad. ”

Calvin shrugged his shoulders, and he then stretched a long stretch.

"Oh my god - sleep is so important, I feel like I'm relaxed all over now. ”

Strange to say, no matter how much Calvin thought about it, he could never remember any details of that dream, but the light-hearted afterglow was still deposited in his body, and he couldn't help but feel comfortable just thinking about it.

"Including your back?"

Fugg asked tentatively.

Calvin was stunned, as if at this moment he remembered that he had been tormented by the pair of wings on his body for a long time. But now...... The feeling of being unusually heavy and hot and painful was completely gone.

"Let me see. ”

Fugg walked over, and he motioned for Calvin to take off his clothes.

Calvin did so without any mental hindrance, and Fugg stood behind him, silent as he watched the two long marks on his back.

Compared to what Red Deer had seen yesterday, the two dents on Calvin's back had improved significantly. Calvin's skin showed no signs of redness, the film underneath the slit turned a pale pink, they appeared smooth and dry, and the slightly whitish organs underneath the film became clearer.

The two dents looked so perfect, and they were so naturally embedded in Calvin's back, as if humans should have had these two long, sloping slits in their shoulder blades.

"What's wrong?"

The momentary silence of Fugg made Calvin a little uneasy, and he looked back at Fugg strangely.

"It's okay, your injuries are getting better, it's just ......"

Fugg couldn't help but reach out, and he gently touched the dent in Calvin's back.

"Hmm-"

Calvin let out a low grunt, and his whole body trembled, and then he fell forward, as if all his strength had been completely drained......

Just like last night, Calvin's back was very sensitive to the touches of the outside world.

Sensitivity beyond the norm.

Fugg held Calvin steadily, who had nearly slipped off his chair.

"I'm sorry. ”

He said.

Calvin, who had barely managed to catch his breath until a few dozen seconds later, looked at Fugg in horror and put his hand behind him in an attempt to touch his shoulder blades.

"God, what the fuck was going on just now, my back...... What went wrong?"

"Don't move. Fugg grabbed Calvin's wrist, "Nothing. In fact, your body is adapting to it. ”

"It?"

Calvin stiffened slightly.

Fugg stared into Calvin's deep purple eyes—he couldn't miss the fragility, panic, and dazedness that floated there, and it made him feel an unbearable thirst.

"Your wings. ”

He said.

Calvin was silent for a moment, then abruptly rose from his chair and rushed to the washstand—he finally saw his wound in the mirror.

He admits that he was almost frightened, the two recessed gaps were so natural, completely natural.

"Oh, damn it, this thing looks like it's on me?!"

"They're really 'growing' on you right now. Fugg came over and explained what he had said afterwards, but Calvin didn't bother to listen. He tentatively touched the two dents himself in a rather awkward position, and a tingling sensation like electricity instantly spread along the part of his body, and Calvin almost collapsed limply into Fugg's arms, but fortunately he stood firm at the last moment by pinching the edge of the washstand.

"Fuck—"

He let out a rather irritated curse.

"It was a small newborn area, with a thin and nerve-dense stratum corneum—"

"Shut up. ”

Calvin interrupted Fugg's explanation.

"I don't care what my body does, I'll still find a way to cut off that damn wing—"

This time, his words were also interrupted.

It wasn't Fugg or any other personality that interrupted him, but a scream from outside the house.

"Ahh

It was a woman's scream, coming from the direction of the beach, and she could be heard from the sound alone, so that even from such a distance, her mournful voice was still as sharp as a saw.

Fugg's face changed slightly, and he exchanged a look with Calvin, then he walked to the window and looked in the direction of the voice.

Calvin stopped behind Fugg, and he found himself a little unable to move his steps.

Pounding –

The sound of a heartbeat.

Whew-

The sound of breathing.

Tick, tick, tick –

The sound of a clock turning.

Then there was the noisy, distant hustle and bustle of the crowd.

"Oh my God, my God!"

"Vomit ......"

"Oh my God, what the hell is that......"

……

For a moment, Calvin only felt that the scene in front of him was inexplicably familiar.

It's like stepping back in time, like the past is reappearing.

The familiar foreboding even made him feel like he couldn't breathe.

Fugg stood at the window for only a short moment, and then he quickly turned to look at Calvin.

"Go upstairs. Don't stay where anyone else can see you. ”

He said to Calvin.

He didn't tell Calvin what was really going on on Beach, but with a strange intuition, Calvin felt like he had sensed the truth.

"Someone's dead, right?"

He asked softly.

The author has something to say: when I write a chapter, my mind is full of scenes of someone licking Calvin's wings...... orz…… 166 Reading Network