In the brief time that Calvin hesitated, Reed had politely opened the door for him.

"Ms. Lil. Then it's your time. ”

Reed's voice had a peculiar texture that reminded Calvin of what he was about to do. Calvin's heart beat faster, and he looked away from Reed's face and turned to the hallway outside the door.

Like all shabby town inns, the hallways are dimly lit. Calvin walked slowly down the hall, trying not to fall over from the high heels on his feet. A fine layer of sweat soon oozed from his back, and the slender heel made a strange creaking sound against the carpet. The long hallway, with its scarlet carpet on the floor, reminded him of the inside of some giant beast.

Reed followed him, unlike Calvin, and even on the slimy carpet, he still looked like a cat, his footsteps so faint that he could barely be heard. However, this does not mean that his presence is not strong.

Calvin felt a chill on his back, the damn skirt exposing almost his entire back, goosebumps in the air on his skin, and some kind of intense gaze, like nails, stayed on his back.

Calvin frowned, he was sure it was Reed looking at him.

"If you dare to mention today's half of the word in front of me after this is over, I swear that I will pull out your teeth one by one with a vice. ”

Without looking back, Calvin issued an icy warning.

"Sounds scary. Rest assured, I won't say it...... I promise. Reed immediately responded, and Calvin suspected that he seemed to have heard a subtle chuckle from the other, "But don't you really need me to help you?"

Calvin ignored Reed, the shoes were cutting his feet like sharp knives, but he knew he could endure the pain.

Calvin suspected that it had taken him a century to reach the door of the inn, where a half-old Mustang sedan was parked at the bottom of the steps, and a metal angel statue was glued to the front of the front of the car, indicating that it was the car sent by the Advent to greet "Lil".

Calvin couldn't help but glance back as he walked down the steps, and Reed stopped at the end of the hallway, his whole body well hidden in the shadows of the junction between the lobby and the hallway.

[Don't worry, I'll take care of the rest.] 】

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Calvin always felt as if he vaguely heard Reed's whispering.

***

"Are you...... Ms. Carmelita Crankshaw?"

The driver who came to greet "Lil" was stunned behind Calvin's pull the car door, obviously not expecting the lady he was going to greet would be such a stunner (Calvin and Reed had tried, but Calvin's amazing beauty seemed to be something that could not be completely concealed by a few simple foundations and shadows).

Calvin gritted his teeth, he raised his face and smiled at the driver, successfully seeing the confused look that appeared beneath the other man's swollen eyelids, and then handed the identification that belonged to Lil to the middle-aged man, who, as he expected, did not carefully examine the documents. This was somewhat reassuring to Calvin, who was glad that the card didn't have Lil's picture on it, so he only had to dye the wig the same color as Lil's with hair dye. He should also be thankful for the large and complicated personnel system of the Adventists, judging from Reed's previous words, after entering the church, outsiders like Lil still need to wait for a short time in the conference room in the wing of the church before a priest comes to take them into the real venue, and this undoubtedly provides Calvin with the opportunity, he only needs to find Isha before the presiding priest arrives and slip away with the girl, so that he can leave without alarming most people.

During the short journey to the church, the driver had been trying to talk to Calvin with an excessive eagerness. Calvin kept the conversation to a minimum—with a little skill, lowering the base of his tongue, tensing his vocal cords—and the slurred tone gave his voice a more neutral tone, presumably the kind of hoarse voice caused by smoking or drinking. One can easily tell that Calvin's disguised voice is male if one listens to his voice alone, but after seeing his face, no one will delve into his voice, and it can even be said that no one will inquire about his gender. He was more suitable for this outfit than anyone else, not male or female, but his beauty had completely surpassed the shackles of gender, and that beauty struck the human psyche so much that ordinary people had no time to think too much. And because of this, Calvin passed the identity check at the final checks much easier than expected. After all, he only had to show a faint smile at those men at some critical moment, and the men would let Calvin go with a trance smirk as if they were sleepwalking.

- Everything went so smoothly that it even made Calvin feel uneasy.

After all these years, Calvin finally realized that his face could be a very useful tool at certain moments. But it was not something to be happy about, on the contrary, things were going well, and Calvin's nerves were getting more and more tense. The experience of the past has taught him that no matter how much this perfect face will bring him, there is always only one end in the end.

Too sweet honey always attracts monsters.

And when he saw the lower sect members who had come to take him to the meeting room, Calvin was not surprised to realize that this "monster" was this man.

The man might be Beni, or Tom, or George, Calvin didn't bother to remember his name, the man's gaze on him made the violence in his body extraordinarily high, and just maintaining a semblance of calm consumed all of Calvin's energy.

Outwardly, the middle-aged man appeared quite decent and reliable (at least far more decently than the squinting sedan driver), and he wore the robes of an Adventist priest but did not wear a cross, which showed that he was not an official priest. But judging from his cuffs, his well-trimmed hair, beard, and, of course, his perfect white teeth, it was evident that he was a wealthy man of high class society. Calvin only glanced at the man and had a clear conclusion in his mind that no matter what chance this man had to come to Adventism, he would soon become a full priest. Calvin carefully adjusted his breathing, and for some reason, the temperament of this man felt somewhat familiar to him...... The familiarity made his self-control extremely weak. Even the other party's breath made Calvin feel intense disgust and anger.

"Carmelita, that's a beautiful name...... Perfect for you. ”

The man had been clinging to Calvin's side as he led him to the conference room, and he said in that sticky voice.

There is still a remnant of the arrogance and greed of the victors of life in the outside world, and the means are very inferior - of course, a person with a lot of money like him probably does not need to study too much in this area, and the charm of money will naturally attract the warm welcome of beautiful girls and boys.

Calvin ignored him, silence stiffened between the two, the man's snort intensified a little, and Calvin did not miss the flash of annoyance on his face.

Well, he's getting angry.

Calvin keenly captured the emotions of the other party, and it was clear that men were not used to such a direct rejection attitude, but Calvin, to be right, "Lil" beauty made the man forcibly suppress that anger - perhaps, it was Calvin's reaction that gave the man a kind of stupid desire to conquer. Calvin suspected that his wealth probably came from his own father's generation, the kind of rich boy who could achieve nothing but live a superior life on trust funds. And this is probably why men have fallen into Adventism, and Calvin was very suspicious that any person with a brain would allow himself to believe in such an illogical sect.

After a while, the man reopened the conversation dryly: "I heard that you participated in this chant through the selection, and I heard that the people who were selected were not in a good position in the chant, and the best positions were occupied by a few senior nuns. In my opinion, this is a pity, and the people who made the decision should really look at you...... You're supposed to be standing in the first row......"

Calvin paused, and he turned his head to look at the man, whose words were so obvious that Calvin couldn't afford to hear them.

"Really?"

Calvin asked softly, his somewhat hoarse voice making the man's breathing a little heavier.

"Of course, no one is better suited than you...... Hey, you know what, actually I have a way around this. The man stared straight at Calvin's face, his expression becoming more and more mesmerized, and he stretched out his arms and waved in the hallway, "Look at this building, believe it or not, there is a small part of my investment here." ”

Calvin raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

The man's expression suddenly became urgent, "It's true, five million dollars in donations, otherwise I wouldn't have worn this dress—" He flicked his black robe, "You should know what it means." ”

The man said meaningfully, his hand on Calvin's shoulder as he spoke.

Calvin's eyes darkened...... He didn't dodge the man's hand.

"Maybe you'll find yourself a little bit moved forward, and people like you shouldn't be buried. The man said, without waiting for Calvin's reply, and immediately added urgently, "That would be something to celebrate, wouldn't it?

Calvin took advantage of his peripheral vision to look around the hallway, presumably because most of the people were already concentrated in the center of the church, and there was no one else in the long hallway that connected the wing conference room but Calvin and the man.

"Perhaps, we shouldn't wait until that time. Calvin exhaled slowly, he turned to the man, and said softly, the man's expression gradually becoming subtle in his gaze.

"You mean ......"

"I don't like uncertain things. Calvin said as he reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, his fingers running over the expensive watch in the man's hand, "...... We still have time, don't we?"

Calvin stared at the man, grabbed the latter's hand, and let him touch his face.

The man was like a beast, and a light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but pull the smile from the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't know you were this kind of impatient person, wait, we can actually ......"

The last shred of sobriety in the man's head made him let out a weak struggle.

Calvin didn't give him a chance.

"Shhhh

Calvin pressed his hand against the man's lips.

The man gasped like a wild boar, and he grabbed Calvin.

"Come with me, I know there's a room—" He licked his lips, his voice trembling with frenzy.

He somewhat rudely dragged Calvin through the hallway, and then opened a narrow room in a secret place. The dark wooden door was topped by a plaque that read "Clean Room", and when you opened it, you were greeted by a slight musty smell and the smell of detergent.

In normal times, people like men would probably frown at the smell, but at this moment, he didn't seem to care so much.

He shoved Calvin into the cleaning room, then turned and slipped inside.

"Click-"

He even remembered to lock the door.

The cleaning room was suddenly enveloped in darkness, and in the shadows, Calvin had his most sincere expression since the evening.

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