Vigilli has well-maintained hands.

His palms were soft and white, his well-developed bones were well wrapped in elastic muscles and smooth skin, his fingers were longer than normal, his fingernails were carefully trimmed into arcing lines, there was no dead skin, no ugly calluses, these were the hands of a rich man - very different from Calvin's.

Calvin stared suspiciously and sharply at the strangely behaved man in front of him, and he tried to find clues to the other party's random gestures, but failed. "Virgilly" seems to be so fluent in sign language that it is the kind of skillful, disciplined sign language that even a real deaf person is unlikely to do better than him. In fact, if Calvin had met that foolish boy who was as innocent as a bunny in a bar, he would have almost believed that "Virgilly" was a real mute.

The problem now, however, is that Calvin really doesn't know what "Virgilly" is talking about.

He maintained a cold gaze, and did not allow himself to show a blank look in front of "Virgilly". His silence made fine beads of sweat break out on the tip of "Virgilly's" nose, and those mint-colored eyes revealed great trepidation and anxiety without any disguise.

"Ho...... Ho ho ......"

He opened his mouth slightly, squeezing out a series of strange sounds with difficulty in his throat.

"What's wrong with your throat?"

Calvin asked suddenly, his shoulders loosening slightly—meaning that he was gradually weakening his vigil (at least it seems).

"Vickyli's" eyes lit up for a moment, and he excitedly began to gesture in sign language to try to explain, but the moment he raised his hand, Calvin, who had been a little relaxed just a moment, pressed his middle finger.

"Click. ”

If someone was close enough, he could hear even the small crunch.

It was the sound of a finger bone being broken.

Although it was not a fatal injury, Calvin knew how painful it would be for the phalanges to be snapped off suddenly, enough to tear through all the disguises, and no matter how hard "Virgilli" tried to disguise himself as mute (no matter how much he looked like a different person now), he would still involuntarily exhale in pain under such a sudden attack.

It's a bit too simplistic, but it works well. Calvin watched the "Virgilly" in pain carefully, but to his surprise, "Virgilly" did not scream in the midst of such pain—instead, he was like a real mute, just making several "ho-ho" sounds that contained pain.

But his pain was real—Calvin saw Virgilly's face and lips instantly turn pale, and the young man curled up in pain and his shoulders trembled.

"Ho ......"

His voice sounded like a whimper.

"Virgilli" grabbed the severed finger of Calvin with his other hand and pressed it against his abdomen, he now looked like some innocent and effeminate animal, trying to hide the wound with his body.

Calvin frowned.

Vigilli looks simply impeccable.

Calvin even began to wonder if his judgment was really correct: was the man in front of him really Virgilly? Although he had the same hair, eyes, and appearance, he had such a different demeanor and temperament from the boy at the bar, and besides, this "Virgilly" was still a mute - at least he appeared to be.

From the top of the staircase came the sound of other people's footsteps, and Calvin heard the footsteps hesitate for a moment at the top of the steps. Apparently, the passerby had seen the clash between Calvin and "Virgilli", and like all the other residents of the building, the man remained quiet, and after a few seconds, the footsteps turned upstairs...... It may seem like a trouble-making passerby, but you're hard pressed to guarantee that the next person passing by will have the same good habits.

Calvin faltered, and after a few seconds of thought, he grabbed "Virgilly" by the collar, ripped open the creaky door, and shoved the strangely behaved big man into his apartment.

After breathing in the slightly murky air of Calvin's bachelor's room, "Virgilly's" body trembled even more, and he staggered towards Calvin's couch almost instinctively, trying to kneel on the small, old, fluffy carpet next to Calvin's couch, and then he turned his head and looked at Calvin deeply with a sparkling gaze.

Calvin's forehead jumped, and for some reason, the way "Virgilly" looked like he was not feeling well all over...... It was as if something sticky had wrapped around his body, and the intense strangeness made the hairs on Calvin's back stand on end.

"Look at me like that again...... I'll scoop out your eyes with a spoon. ”

Calvin glared at "Virgilly" and said to him slowly, word for word.

Instead of allowing "Virgilly" to stay on the couch, he kicked the guy and drove him into the bathroom.

"Vigilli" spasmed the moment Calvin's toe touched it, and a rough "ho-ho" hissed in his throat.

Calvin's goosebumps became more pronounced after hearing his voice.

"Shut up. ”

He yelled roughly, and then he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and locked the "Virgilli" in the water behind the toilet. In this state, "Virgilli" had to kneel in a rather awkward position between the toilet and the bathtub, and the already cramped bathroom was even more urgent than before being crammed into a tall man like him.

As Calvin stood in front of "Virgilly" and examined the strange man, "Virgilly" almost had to poke his head forward to touch Calvin's thigh.

In the humid air, the sound of "Vigilly's" heavy breathing became more and more pronounced.

However, Calvin did not notice that "Virgilly" was gradually congested with the roots of his ears, and he turned to leave the bathroom, and a moment later he returned—with some tools that were not easy to relax.

pliers, electrician's clips, blades, some wires.

He casually tossed the dirty oil-laden tools into the sink, then bent down and pinched the chin of "Virgilli" with his fingers.

Calvin could see his reflection in the light minty pupils of "Virgilli."

"Uhhh

"Virgilly" let out a whimper.

"I don't like to talk nonsense. Calvin stared at "Virgilli" and said, "I don't like torturing people, but that doesn't mean I won't—"

Calvin glanced at the tools in the sink, then returned his gaze to "Virgilli".

"This is your last chance, and you'd better tell me honestly, who are you, what do you want to do, and what did you do...... Does Georgie's death have anything to do with you?"

He threw a piece of scrap paper and a pen onto Vigilli's body.

“…… I admit you've succeeded in pretending to be dumb," Calvin shrugged, "well, since you can't speak, write to me." ”

Then he let go of one of the hands of "Vigilli".

He watched vigilantly as "Virgilly" clumsily grabbed the pen - if "Virgilli" wanted to attack and resist him, now was the best time - but Calvin did not wait for the expected possible attack.

"Virgilli" looked up and looked at Calvin sadly.

He tried to gesture something, but his handcuffed hands shook, and the handcuffs and hoses rubbed against each other making a screeching sound.

"What tricks do you want to play?"

Calvin's lips tightened.

He didn't like his current state at all, and the fragility and innocence of the "Virgilly" made him feel as if he was doing something vicious - he was bullying an unarmed disabled person.

In particular, "Virgilli" was unexpectedly honest at this moment, he smoothed the waste paper on his thigh with the palm of his hand, and then held the pen with his fist.

……

After a few seconds, he remained in that position, motionless.

"Ho-"

"Virgilly" looked up and stared at Calvin in confusion.