Calvin's brow twitched as Vicili's words fell.

"'Bishop'?"

He couldn't help but repeat the word. Isaac reached out and pressed his shoulder.

The Holden brothers didn't like the word, and nothing related to religion seemed to bring them much luck.

"Maybe it's a nickname, but at least from what we've gotten so far, these newcomers aren't the kind of people who have rules. Isaac said to Calvin, not even aware of the soothing intent in his tone.

"If there's such a newcomer, I'll know - don't forget this is Redbeard's territory. Calvin said expressionlessly, his face covered with a solemn shadow, but his tone was calm.

Calvin didn't finish his sentence, but he believed that Isaac knew what he was worried about. During this time, there was only one religious organization active in Redbeard's territory: the Adventists.

If this is really about Adventism......

Isaac remembered something that had happened in the past, and he felt a little suffocation in his chest because of it, as if a cold dead man's finger had been on his heart.

By this time, Calvin had put on a cold mask, and he had refocused on Virgilly.

"You didn't tell the police about that, did you?" Calvin asked, his scrutiny at Vigilli as sharp as a dagger, "then, why are you telling me this?" ”

He leaned forward, closer to Virgilly. He looked deeply, deeply, at Vigilli, and even under the cover of the lenses of the colored contact lenses, his eyes were still so deep, like a fountain of magic - he seemed to be able to see the deepest, most secret soul of a person.

Vigilli was visibly more flustered as a result, his breathing was hot and short, and his knees tightened.

"That's right...... I didn't report this to the police...... Yes, I know I should...... But, my parents ......" Vigili paused, his brow locked in distress, he stared at Calvin with a look of confusion and shame, "they don't like to see me involved in this kind of thing, I had some conflicts with them before, I mean, I had some situation before...... Not so good condition...... They're always a little nervous about this kind of thing. ”

"Some conditions?"

Calvin raised an eyebrow, and he repeated.

Vigilli's hand on his knee trembled a little, and he lowered his head to avoid Calvin's gaze, his soft brown hair hanging down in front of his forehead, blocking his expression.

"Something that almost got me in jail, well, I was younger—and stupider, young and frivolous, maybe I should say that. ”

Isaac whistled a sarcastic whistle behind Calvin's back.

"God, seeing you like this is really unimaginable to do something that can alarm the police...... Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that about you," Isaac clapped his hands, "after all, you're harassing my brother right now, and that's actually enough to get you to the bureau, isn't it?" He looked down at Vigilli's face from top to bottom, observing the embarrassment of the son's cousin - to Isaac's disappointment, Vigili was so flawless, as if he were really a shy art student.

And no matter how stupid Virgilly may have been, it is clear that he did not miss the hostility that Isaac exuded. He bit his lip and looked at Calvin with that disgusting timidity.

"I didn't mean to harass you, I really just...... Want to paint a portrait of yourself. ”

Vigili ignored Isaac and said to Calvin by biting his lip. With that, he bowed his head like a six-year-old being reprimanded by his mother, so that it seemed that he was ready for another rejection from Calvin.

Calvin lowered his eyes, and a hint of deep thought raced across his eyes.

"If that's really what you want......" Calvin paused for a moment, then said, "all right." ”

"I can understand your thoughts, I'm sorry for me...... Wait, wait, what did you just say—"

Virgili stood up from the couch suddenly, he opened his mouth, his face was red, and he put his palm on his chest like a girl in the spring stage: "I, I, I didn't understand your answer wrong, did I? What you just said was that you agreed?"

The corners of Calvin's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a subtle, cold smile. Seeing this expression on the sidelines, Isaac felt a chill run through his back, and the police officer, who had been looking vicious all along, opened his mouth and almost said something, but Calvin gave him a proper glance. Isaac swallowed, he closed his mouth and remained silent.

Calvin turned his head as he continued to look at Vickyli's pink face and speak word by word.

"I have the conditions, though. ”

"Whatever the conditions, the answer will be 'yes'. Vigili said.

Calvin said as if he hadn't heard the words: "First, you can't be too late, two or three afternoons, this is the time I can leave for you. Second, you can only come to me and paint me when I agree to you to come -- I won't follow you to any artist studio or anything like that. Thirdly, you can only paint my face, and I am not responsible for posing or undressing in the Titanic style in front of you. Fourthly, this portrait cannot be shown to anyone else after it is finished, and it cannot be used in exhibitions, competitions, or even for your art friends......"

Speaking of this, Calvin paused, he glanced at Virgilli's expression, and found that the other party did not show the slightest resistance.

“…… Fifth, I'm not free. If you want to paint my portrait, you'll have to pay me, and I forgot to mention that my price is not cheap. ”

Calvin concluded.

"Yes, I can accept all your conditions. ”

Vigili said hurriedly.

"Money is not an issue. ”

He added.

The elusive smile on Calvin's lips deepened, and when he smiled, he seemed more and more charming—or rather, a little deeper than the "charming" Cheng dù. Virgili was so distracted by him that he didn't even notice that Calvin skillfully lifted him up from the couch and slowly shoved him towards the door.

"Yes, I know, art can't be measured in money. ”

The former angel, now the botched bartender, said absentmindedly as he then opened the door to the apartment and pushed the trance-looking Vigili out.

"Goodbye, then. Calvin held out a finger that slowly slid down Virgil's neckline and finally stopped on the young man's chest, "...... We contacted by phone. Oh, by the way, say hello to your other personalities. ”

Then he closed the door in front of Vickyli.

……

A blank Calvin stood in the doorway for a moment, and Vicili lingered in the doorway for a few moments before turning back and struggling to leave—he still looked a little dazed, as if someone had been pinched by the neck and poured too much honey into his stomach. After making sure that Vigilli's figure had completely disappeared, Calvin turned his head with a blank face.

Isaac looked at him with a raised brow, his hands spread out, and he shrugged his shoulders in disapproval.

"Why?" he asked, "you agreed, let the fellow paint a portrait of you? I don't think it's a good thing to pay attention to—even a mentally retarded dog can see that the guy has a plan." ”

"Ah, of course. Calvin said calmly, "But I just want to know what he wants to do." ”

"You don't have to promise him!" Aysaac raised his voice, "Please, you still let him paint you a portrait - do you know how dangerous it is? Just because you want to know what he wants to do - I have to say this excuse is stupid." ”

Calvin shrugged his shoulders as he had been before Isaac and spread his hands: "Actually, I promised him only because I did need a sum of money, and he ...... I mean, at least the one he disguised didn't look like he was short of money. ”

"If you need money, you can tell me...... Wait, what does that mean, why do you need money?" Aysach's voice suddenly raised.

Calvin walked past him towards the kitchen, and he leaned against the window to look downstairs, and from this angle he could see the figure of Virgili as he left the whole building, and the sun dragged a long, dark shadow behind him, which followed the soft, shy, sweet rich boy like a ghost.

"If this is really about the Adventists who are supposed to be, it's not safe here anymore - neither for me nor for the people around me. Calvin continued to watch Vicili's back, watching him slowly walk across the filthy front lawn and then behind the dark, sewage-ridden alley. He's finally gone, and God willingly he won't be haunted by the thugs again this time.

Calvin turned his head, and the sun fell on him through the dirty glass window, and the edges of his white-blond hair and pale cheeks reflected golden circles.

"I've got to get ready to leave, Isaac. ”

"You...... You don't need ......."

Aizac froze, his voice filled with dry frustration.

This is not the first time something like this has happened.

Throughout his formative years, Calvin did cause a lot of trouble for the Holden family. If at the beginning, this attempt to escape from trouble was not of Calvin's own volition, but later it was a choice that Calvin had to make on his own.

Isaac always felt like he should say something, but he couldn't say anything. The cold, heavy feeling returned, and the dead man's finger rested on his heart again—Calvin's expression at this moment made him feel an inexplicable unease, unlike any before.

Georgie's corpse cake is also good.

The secret so-called "bishop" is also good.

Oh, and by the way, Virgilli, that boy.

A qiē and a qiē made Isaac feel particularly wrong.