Calvin felt that the qiē in front of him was like a ridiculous nightmare.

In that hand dwells a soul alone. The big man who had passed out hanging from the water pipe in handcuffs and the hand that was clutching a broken pen and writing beautifully on scrap paper were two separate individuals.

It's ridiculous like some kind of horror movie, but Calvin's instincts to help him avoid danger countless times over the years tell him that this chilling thing is true.

"You...... Who is it. ”

It was a long time before Calvin heard a hoarse voice spill over his lips, and he glared at Vigilli's hand in disbelief.

The hand scrambled out the answer.

[You can call me Fuge]

It wrote.

Calvin subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but he probably leaned back slightly, and his back was already against the cold bathroom wall.

It was the first time Calvin had regretted the crampedness of the bathroom so deeply.

If he wanted to push open the door and run away now, he vaguely felt that the "thing" he was communicating with had a distorted feeling that was difficult to describe in words.

That's definitely not something pleasant.

"The hand is a single entity" - Calvin felt this very clearly.

He felt like throwing up.

A hand with a separate consciousness?

[Don't be nervous. 】

That hand...... Let's just call it "Fuge", wrote on the paper.

[If you may, can you give me another piece of paper?, I think you must have a lot of questions that you want answered, but—]

The handwriting stopped at the edge of the crumpled paper, and the beautiful and delicate handwriting of "Fuge" seemed particularly unreal on that paper.

The bathroom light had long had a problem with poor contact, and the light flickered at the sound of an electric current, and Calvin stared at the man's unmoved body and the vibrant white hand, a long-lost love burning in his chest.

That's fear...... For some reason, the moment the light was pressed, Calvin felt as if he had returned to some memory that he had forgotten a long time ago, and he had no way of remembering the specific scene, but the fear was vivid and familiar.

He inhaled slowly, and it took a few moments before he could barely speak in a steady voice.

“…… You'd better give me a reasonable explanation. He said to "Fuge".

……

……

……

A few minutes later-

Calvin struggled to drag "Virgilli" out of the bathroom, giving goosebumps from the tension he felt as he uncuffed the handcuffs. He was wary of a possible attack on him, but the reality was that Vigilly's body remained unconscious, sinking like a corpse.

Calvin dragged him to the living room with a hard hand by the back of the collar, the narrow bathroom naturally had a narrow door, and the hanging head of the "Vicili" slammed into the door frame, Calvin changed direction, but the other party hit the threshold again...... Every time Calvin heard the heavy, muffled sound, he reflexively felt his stomach twitch. He could hardly help but apologize to the living "corpse".

However, at this moment, the hand of "Virgilly" suddenly raised, and the slender fingers of "Fuge" shook in the air.

Calvin looked at it grimaceously.

Probably saying it doesn't matter—the former angel guessed roughly.

Then Calvin panted and dragged the body of "Virgilly" and threw him into a corner. (It wasn't until this time that Calvin really realized the huge difference between "Virgilly" and his physique, after all, the state of the previous son's cousin was so weak that one would unconsciously ignore his larger-than-ordinary stature.)

"Vigilly" is still not awake.

His head was tilted to the side and slumped over his shoulders, and Calvin stood a little further away from him this time.

Fresh wounds appeared on "Virgilly's" handsome cheeks, two more thin strips of bruises on his forehead, abrasions on his cheeks, and nosebleeds dripping from his nostrils, soaking through the shirt on his chest, perhaps from the previous impact.

It has to be said that "Virgilli" now looks like a poignant wolf, and from the perspective of an onlooker, the condition of this scarred big man slumped in the corner makes the whole scene look more like a homicide.

Calvin forced himself not to look at "Virgilly's" face.

With a grim face, he twisted the corner of a note with his fingertips and handed it to Vigilli's hand, which he called himself.

[Do you know about "multiple personality disorder"?]

Calvin rubbed his nose.

"All I know is Room Nine. ”

He said the name of a horror movie, and through vague memory, Calvin vaguely remembered that it was the story of a man who suddenly became the last of many people to torture all the people who appeared, and Calvin's only vivid impression of the movie was that the heroine's breasts were fake, and they looked horrible to the touch (he felt that the heroine's breasts were probably the reason why the movie was classified as a horror movie). ）

"Fuge" flicked his finger on the white piece of paper.

Calvin thought it was his own delusion, but he finally felt a chuckle from someone in the air.

[It's a movie with a good idea but a worrisome taste, and the heroine's breasts are simply a tragedy, but it's sad that ...... I have to say that I, along with the other souls in this body, is a manifestation of multiple personality disorder. 】

"Fuge" held the pen, and the tip of the pen tapped lightly on the paper.

[Just like in that movie.]

“……”

Calvin looked at the words on the paper in silence, his face blank, and then he thought desperately in his mind about the plot of the movie—if he had known that he was going to be in such a situation, he would probably take the movie more seriously.

Of course, Calvin would never show his dazed condition in front of "Fugg".

He squeezed out a sneer—the cold, indifferent kind.

"You're saying you're actually a soul or something, and the Vickyli I know isn't a soul?"

[It's not the soul - in fact I'm just a separated personality, strictly speaking, I'm just a concrete obstacle form of the personality split out of the self-identification disorder......]

This time Calvin's gaze fell on the page a little longer, and he could probably make out the first half of the sentence, but the long list of technical terms that "Fugg" wrote next only made him feel a little dizzy.

[I'm "Fuge", and that stupid guy you know is "Virgilli", and he's a naïve artist. And the one you beat up and lost consciousness, you can call him "Heathtu". 】

"Fugg" wrote as if he were writing a college thesis, and as a hand, it seemed to feel a little dull, as if it hadn't noticed Calvin's dizziness.

I'm sorry we scared you, but trust me, we don't want that. We don't mean anything towards you, in fact I think Virgili is quite obsessed with you, forgetting to mention that he is the closest personality to the master of all our personalities, and because of this, his feelings for you radiate to other personalities, and since a long time ago, Sistu has been quite fond of you, so he will cook for you - forget to mention, he is a Romanian male nanny. Finally, let me introduce myself, I am an ordinary doctor, British, nicknamed "Fog Man".]

Compared with before, Fuge's handwriting has gradually become more relaxed and lively, and the connection between the letters has begun to loosen, almost invisibly, "Fuge" has created a relaxed atmosphere with his own handwriting. At least Calvin seems to be really relaxed now.

"Wait?" Calvin's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he looked at "Fugg" warily, "before meeting Virgilly...... That pot of beef, is it stewed in Sistu, right? You already know about me?"

If Calvin had been an animal, he would have had all his hair and tail up by now. His gaze on "Fuge" once again became stern and sharp.

[Yes, we have already seen you......]

The handwriting of "Fuge" became slightly hesitant.

Calvin's eyes narrowed in silence, his fists clenching at the sides of his thighs.

He wouldn't forget someone like Jì Virgilli, if he had actually seen him before.

He's almost already thinking about how to stun a hand, a hand that has a so-called independent personality of its own...... Then he saw the next line that Fugg had written.

[A week ago, you saved Histu in Freedom Alley. 】

Calvin sneered.

"Oh, Freedom Alley, how I don't remember that I saved any ...... at that time"

Suddenly, his voice got stuck in his throat.

Yes, a week ago he had passed Liberty Alley, a narrow aisle where sewage flowed and the smell of men's urine.

It was already deep at night, there were no street lights, and a slanting yellow light came in from the mouth of the alley. Calvin was not in a good mood that day, exhausted by the death of Dr. Holden, and his heart was filled with pain that was almost about to explode.

It was at that moment that he heard the heavy thud of fists falling on human bodies at one end of the alley, and several drunks were beating up someone, who was curled up and locked in a crack in the base of the wall.

As I said before, it was a small alley, which meant that several of the people who were using violence against the others had managed to get in Calvin's way.

Naturally, Calvin overcame those obstacles.

While shuffling towards the exit...... He seemed to hear someone saying, "Thank you." ”

Calvin felt the muscles in the corners of his mouth twitch.

Well, if you think about it carefully...... It seems that there are other words behind that "thank you......

"I will repay you. ”

……