"I don't know. ”

Calvin remembers saying this to Isach.

"I don't know what's going on here. ”

“……”

Isaac's lips moved, he didn't make any sound, but Calvin was very sensitive to the fear coming from his brother—maybe only for a moment, but Isaac did think that everything in the room was related to him.

"I didn't do anything - to think they were here for me. Until the lights were on, I thought ......"

Calvin stared into Aizac's eyes and said word by word.

"I know. ”

Isaac interrupted him, and walked in slowly.

His gaze swept over the corpses in a terrible state, and his expression was serious: "Go back to the car." ”

"Maybe we should send a message to Redbeard......"

"Enough, Calvin. Aisaac stared at Calvin's face, his voice darker than ever, "Go back to the car." ”

Calvin blinked, in some indescribable light, and suddenly looked towards the place where Isaac had been staring—he was shocked why he hadn't found it—and there was a thin necklace hanging from the skinned corpse.

The golden necklace was stained with dark red blood, but this did not prevent people from seeing the pendant on the necklace. It was a cross, and a golden angel was crucified behind him with her wings outstretched, her face calmly. The smooth surface of the metal was as bloodstained as the rest, and the angel's cheeks were covered in blood, but the pair of amethyst pupils glistened in the darkened blood.

Calvin and Isaac looked at each other.

There is nothing wrong with that...... Calvin was not wrong in his speculation about the identity of the comer. These people were indeed here for Calvin, and they were all mercenaries hired by the Adventists, and of course, it was more likely that they were outlaws who believed in the Adventists.

"Don't worry, you go back to the car first, and I'll take care of everything. ”

Isaac took a deep breath, and it looked as if he was trying to give Calvin a smile, but in fact his expression was particularly hideous.

Calvin shook his head.

"Let's go together. ”

He said.

"Calvin—"

Calvin grabbed Asaac by the hand the moment he spoke, "I'm not feeling well. ”

Through the fabric, Isaac could clearly feel Calvin's trembling.

He lifted his arm around Calvin and dragged him out of the bloody house.

The air at night was unusually cool compared to the day, and the cacti cast a monster-like distorted black shadow in the night, and the dry wind gently brushed Calvin's face, and only then did he realize how strong the smell of blood was in the house.

Quietly, he was still dragged by Isaac over the door and across the courtyard.

Calvin hung his head in the narrow and rudimentary path of the courtyard, and he put his lips to Aysac's ear, and said in a low voice, "That man...... Still in that house. ”

Isaac strained his arm against Calvin's ribs, and Calvin almost coughed out of the pain.

"Murderer?"

Isaac's lips twitched and he asked softly.

Calvin nodded.

He still trusts his own judgment - the person who was killed in the first place should be the one at the door of the basement, and he remembers the residual temperature on the other person's skin when he touched it, and the other person should not have been killed for too long. Isaac also didn't forget the subtle fluctuations in the air that occur when people move: in an enclosed environment, even if there is darkness and silence around you, a living person and a dead person can feel very different. Calvin believed that the remaining Adventist mercenaries should still be alive by the time he set out to search for the hapless man's weapon.

It's just that......

It's just that if you think about it along this line, the terrible reality becomes impossible to ignore.

Calvin suddenly felt a chill, like a poisonous snake crawling slowly up his ankles.

In a way, the heads of the three men were cut off by the murderer in front of Calvin - but the room was dark at the time, and Calvin didn't see the scene.

While there he was, stupidly fighting with a biology model (the skinned corpse), as he curled up in the cramped space beneath the decorative table, waiting with bated breath for someone to come and fight him.

What was the murderer doing?

Maybe he's smiling (for some reason, Calvin was pretty sure the guy was smiling when he did this), grabbing the bodies of the hapless guys, placing them on the couch, and pouring black tea into a beautiful bone china teacup?

No, no, no, no-

No, the timing is not right.

No one can do all this in such a short time, and it is not easy to cut off a man's head. Those men should have been dead by the time he stepped through the doors of Redbeard's house.

They were already sitting there like puppets......

But what about the people he had felt before?

Were there any other bodies? bodies that he hadn't found?

A sharp headache was biting at Calvin's cranial nerves, his eyes were blackening, and shadows swirled around in his vision like ghosts.

Calm down, God, Calvin, you have to calm down. 】

Calvin said to himself.

Anyway, when he sensed something was wrong, he turned on the lights, and he saw no sign of anyone leaving, and Isaac followed......

That's right, the murderer who did all this must still be in that house.

Calvin heard a muffled curse from Azac.

He was then thrown into the car, and Isaac propped up the door and opened his mouth lightly above his head.

"I'm going to have to go back to that damn place, you've left too many traces there. Whether it's the police or the mercenaries, if they see that, you're screwed. ”

"Haven't you seen that I'm finished now?" Calvin said with a pale face, "Whether it's a frame-up or something, this matter has nothing to do with me......"

"Hey, calm down, baby, it's not time to despair. I don't know what's going on, but if that guy lets you go in the first place, proves that he hasn't intended to kill you so far. Let's expect him to be magnanimous enough to let me go, knowing that I really need to help with the stuff. ”

Isaac said calmly - at least on the surface, he was probably calm.

"Fuck 'handle', both of us know it's not a fucking thing you can handle at all......"

Calvin screamed in a low panicked voice, but Isaac shook his wrist at this time, and there was a crisp metallic harmony.

"Click!"

The next second, Calvin's wrist froze, and he was shocked to find that his hand had been handcuffed to the car door by the bastard Isaac.

"Damn, you'd better untie me—"

Calvin viciously burst out with a foul mouth.

Isaac rubbed his head vigorously, and as Calvin frantically rummaged through the locker to find a wire or something else to uncuff the handcuffs, the young officer was already briskly walking towards Redbeard's cabin.

Calvin glanced at Isaac's back and felt his vision dim, his stomach as if it had been put into a meat grinder, and his intense worry and panic turned into a blade, slicing his stomach with great force. To be even more damned, his back began to ache again.

Sunglasses, sunscreen, antiperspirant, bill...... In Calvin was like a bear that had broken into the car, frantically rummaging through the storage compartment in front of the passenger seat, where things fell in a mess.

Calvin still hadn't found the pin or staple he was looking for, his hands were shaking, and cold sweat was sliding down his brow bones and falling into his eyes.

"Damn Isaac - damn - damn - "

Calvin heard himself muttering nervously, and the pain in his back began to intensify.

And at this moment, someone gently tapped him on the shoulder.

Calvin felt like a rabbit jumping up, grabbing a bill and throwing it behind him, his handcuffs squealing at the door—it wasn't until a few seconds later that Calvin felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

He subconsciously wanted to attack, but was directly scraped off by the metal handcuffs.

"Hey...... Hey, it's me, calm down, it's me. ”

Isaac stood at the door with a frown, apparently also taken aback by Calvin's violent reaction, and he raised his hand in a gesture of surrender.

For a moment, Calvin almost thought that the other party was a hallucination he had imagined in a state of extreme stress.

"Oh my God...... One of the most important things you have to do right now is to stay calm. ”

Isaac and Calvin looked at each other for a few seconds, his face still a little ugly, and then he bent down and uncuffed Calvin's handcuffs.

Then he turned sideways and picked up Calvin's canvas bag from his feet.

"All your stuff is here?"

He asked Calvin.

Calvin nodded, and he wiped his face vigorously, and when he looked up again, his trembling finally stopped.

"You're back fast. ”

He said.

It was amazing, but he felt like only a few seconds had passed.

Isaac shrugged his shoulders as he dropped his canvas bag into the back seat of the car.

"You have to know that I'm a professional - don't forget why I didn't even make it to the old man's funeral. ”

He glanced back at the house that belonged to Redbeard.

"Listen, Calvin, I have a locker at the subway station on Perold Street with some escape gadgets in it. I'll give you the password, you grab your things, and get out of here as far as possible—"

Calvin frowned at Aisac, who had a look of anxiety on his face—the mask he had worked so hard to maintain his composure all night finally cracked. 166 Reading Network