The crowd in the waiting room was in a commotion because of the accident.

Someone quickly gathered up, including two staff members.

"What's going on?"

"Oh my God, what's wrong with him?"

……

Calvin showed just the right amount of horror and bewilderment.

"All of a sudden he fainted!" he cried.

He didn't hide the disheveled appearance of himself and David, and someone raised an eyebrow at the two of them.

Calvin saw one of the Adventists staring at him in disgust, and took out the cross in his bosom and pressed it next to his lips, as if to take the cross to purify the air.

Calvin lowered his head, he looked silly, and his body was covered in a clumsy aura of helplessness.

In the midst of the noise, a staff member called an ambulance.

Calvin rested David's head on his knees, and he seemed to care about the big man, when in fact he was just putting his hand on David's carotid artery and feeling the pulse of the latter's body.

David's heartbeat was a little faint but steady, and Calvin knew he was only unconscious from lack of oxygen - he had to make sure Davy looked that way until he got into the ambulance, which meant that if David showed signs of wake-up, he might have to give him another time.

Calvin sincerely hoped that things would not turn out like that, after all, it was a very dangerous move, and he was likely to get David to God this time...... However, Calvin felt slightly uneasy that his mood was still very calm when he thought of this terrible consequence.

Probably because of the look in David's eyes?, Calvin thought as he stared down at his face that was leaning to the side.

From this angle, David's nose was a little too big, his cheeks were a little swollen, and the illusion of handsomeness that had been created after the grooming was gone, and now David looked like a problematic boar cub, and Calvin felt a little disgusted just by looking at his face.

In the midst of the chaos, Calvin inexplicably thought about his past.

In the second half of adolescence, Calvin was a little scared of Dr. Holden. He loved the man who was his father, but it was because of this that he was troubled and feared. Dr. Holden always told him that he had to learn to forgive those who had hurt him......

"Forgiving them means forgiving yourself, Calvin, and not being controlled by that demon within you. ”

Calvin remembered Dr. Holden's words.

He had been trying to do it, but it was actually hard, and he never really forgave – in fact, he grew angrier and hate more and more by the day.

Calvin involuntarily curled up the two fingers against David's artery.

It didn't take long for the ambulance to arrive.

Someone rushed down and carried David out, and Calvin immediately followed, looking lost and worried.

The people in the waiting hall watched him leave, and the Advent watchmen rubbed their temples, and they glanced at each other, both hesitant to follow the young man on a deeper level. But after a few seconds of thought, one of them shook his head secretly.

"I don't think a slut who can fuck in the toilet with a guy is going to be the one we're looking for. ”

After returning to his seat, he spread out the newspaper in his hand and said to his colleagues who were sitting in the other row with their backs to him.

"I think you're right. ”

His colleague, the man who tried to defend himself against the homosexually polluted air by the cross, whispered. At the same time, they inhaled in disgust at the intimate image that came to mind.

A few minutes later, another young man entered through the entrance, and the Adventist's gaze was firmly fixed on the man......

At the same time, Calvin followed the ambulance out of the station, and the ambulance stopped on the side of the road, and while the ambulance personnel were all focused on David, he turned to the other side of the car as he passed another car.

He bowed slightly, then took off his clothes under the cover of the car, revealing the baseball uniform on the other side, then he ripped off his wig, his long blonde hair fell out, he quickly tied his hair back with the rubber band on his wrist, and then pulled sunglasses out of his pocket and put them on his face.

"Sir, do you know the patient's name—"

The ambulance worker turned his head to the man who had been following him in the impression of questioning.

But before he could finish his sentence, he stopped abruptly - behind him were noisy, dirty streets, people shrugging their shoulders and coming and going quickly, everyone looking tense. And the figure of the man who looked weak and helpless was long gone.

The ambulance crew's confused gaze swept from one end of the street to the other, and the blonde street thug who had already turned the corner did not attract any of his attention.

******

Calvin made his way quickly along the bare concrete streets.

The security in this area is very bad, and the disguise he made in a hurry, a white gangster, is not safe in this area. However, after hurrying through two blocks, Calvin had to turn and burrow into a foul-smelling alley and stopped.

He propped his hands against the wall and bent down sharply to let out a few vomiting sounds. The nausea, which had not subsided until now, became more and more intense as his body temperature rose as he walked briskly, but in the end Calvin did not vomit anything at all.

He hadn't eaten anything for nearly twenty hours.

Calvin could feel his body weakening rapidly, he felt headaches and nausea, his vision darkening—and the sun was shining so brightly.

The concrete floor reflected white in the sunlight, and the people walking through the street looked like characters from a 3D movie without glasses, with ghosts on their silhouettes.

The bite mark that David had left on Calvin's shoulder in his excitement had not been felt before, but now Calvin felt that the place was like a soldering iron had been applied, and his entire arm seemed to be soaked in sulfuric acid and ice water at the same time, his blood vessels were pounding, and his fingers were no longer sensational.

Calvin snapped his eyes shut, and he slowly crouched down next to the garbage piled up by the wall and rested for a moment. A few minutes later, he heard a police car screaming and speeding down the street, presumably unrelated to him, but he immediately forced himself to his feet.

He pulled a wallet out of his pocket.

It was a cheap canvas purse that didn't match David's glamorous appearance, which Calvin had taken out of his pocket while he was unconscious (remember? he said he was going to teach David a lesson).

Calvin hastily flipped through the purse, pulling out all the cash and a driver's license tucked into the compartment of the purse. Calvin pulled the card out, and was slightly stunned.

The name on his driver's license is Bernie Weiss, who is 28 years old and a native of Tennessee.

Calvin's brow furrowed, he felt as if something had gotten weird, but at this moment it was like a large lawn mower in his head, and there was no way to think about it.

So Calvin did what he had expected, he took out an alcohol cotton ball from his canvas bag and wiped off the fingerprints on the inside of the canvas purse, and then stuffed the purse into the stinking garbage crevices.

As he did these things, he noticed that the blood vessels in the back of his hands were visibly bulging.

God, he wished he had taken his dear painkillers with him when he fled.

Calvin staggered to the other side of the alley, his thoughts magically turning into words, bobbing around in his head like subtitles from an eighties movie.

There are people at the Greyhound station, and there should be one at the airport, damn dog mongrel, descending dog mongrel......

It didn't take long for Calvin to realize that he had no strength left, and he knew that he must be looking like a new ghost that had just floated out of his grave without looking in the mirror.

There are also Adventists at the subway station......

Calvin bit the tip of his tongue, the pain sharpening his consciousness a little.

He was now planning to abandon public transportation altogether (he wouldn't be surprised if he was told by this time that the Advent had placed watchmen on all transportation hubs), but he didn't dare to linger in Los Angeles any longer.

It was as if an invisible web was slowly closing over his head, and Calvin had to put in a little effort to keep himself from panicking.

In this near-comatose situation, Calvin shuffled past a fast-food restaurant. It's old-fashioned, like a restaurant from the seventies, with a white-painted porch at the door, huge neon lights on the windows, and it's lit during the day, but it looks gray. Calvin peeked in through the blurred glass window for a moment.

He was hesitant to go in. His body was at its limit, but this old-fashioned dining room, where the waitress could work from his eighteen to his eighties, and everyone knew each other—not an ideal place to rest in any way.

However, at this moment, someone pushed the door and left the restaurant.

The gray-haired old man glanced strangely at Calvin standing in the doorway, and as he opened the door, a refreshing coolness peeked through the crack in the door, and at the same time, an intermittent news broadcast followed.

“…… This station reports...... Horrific burglary homicides...... 7 victims......" 166 Reading Network