This is the most ordinary cleaning storage room, the top ceiling is inlaid with a square incandescent lamp, the light is cold and stiff, the three walls of the room are placed with pale gray aluminum alloy shelves that have no beauty to speak of, rolling paper, bleach, disinfectants, Asuka brand silver tape, various white plastic cans with no purpose, and the lower layer is a replacement carpet that has been neatly rolled into a cylinder.

Probably because of the tight deadline for completion, a layer of dark floor leather was hastily laid on the concrete floor, which was slightly uneven.

The moment the man entered the cleaning room, Calvin knocked him to the ground with a broken mop.

"Bang-"

The man didn't even have time to let out a muffled grunt before he fell straight to the ground, and the sound of the slap on the ground gave Calvin the illusion of being able to kill him in that moment, as if he had killed the man directly. Calvin reached out and dragged the man up, and the man's head was thrown up, his nose was bruised as he fell to the ground, and red blood flowed down his crooked nostrils. Calvin's eyes trembled for a moment, and after a moment, he realized that the man was still panting, and he tied the man firmly to the metal frame with a bundle of nylon rope.

After a few minutes, the man finally woke up.

He didn't seem to understand the situation at all, and his expression distorted and let out a painful □□.

Calvin bent down and lifted the man's chin with his hand, and he swept the man's swollen face emotionlessly, and then began to ask the man about Isa.

"I don't know ......"

The muscles in the man's face twitched with pain, and he looked at Calvin in confusion, his eyes mixed with trance and fear.

Calvin punched the man.

In stark contrast to the violence, his tone was the same as before, cold and quiet—he seemed to have almost a little Reed's air at this moment.

"I know those kids are here," Calvin said, "and there aren't a lot of them, and there's no way you don't know where they're going." ”

And the man who had shown his infatuation with Calvin ten minutes ago now looked at Calvin like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Those candidates for the Holy Child...... I know they're up to that damn candidate...... But I don't know the specific situation, they don't allow newcomers like me to meddle in this kind of thing......"

Blood trickled down the wound in the man's hair and down his beaten cheek to the black neckline. His eyes had turned into two bulging clumps of □□ flesh.

"Look, you know the 'Holy Child'. ”

Calvin said, his hand raised. But before the new fist landed on the man's face, the man burst into tears, and he nodded desperately and made a muffled voice: "I just don't know where they are...... Pastors were worried that the children would attract unwanted attention...... They let the kids go first......"

Calvin's face darkened as he heard the man's answer, and it was clear that this was not good news.

"Why are they afraid that children will attract attention? What do they do to those children?"

Calvin patted the man's sweaty cheek and asked, the latter's body trembled, and the iron frame behind him began to creak.

"I don't know ......"

"Where were those kids before?"

"The podium on the east side...... Oh my God, that's all I know—"

He didn't have time to finish the sentence because Calvin gave him another blow with the mop he had knocked him down before.

The man fell back into syncope.

Calvin stared at him for a while with his head down.

"Bad luck. ”

Calvin muttered. He managed to infiltrate the Adventist church, kidnap and stun a low-level staff member, only to get the news that Isha might not be in the church at all.

Calvin didn't have much time left, even if the man lying at his feet like a dead dog was just an inconspicuous staff member, but his disappearance would eventually attract the attention of the Adventists, not to mention that "Lil" was not present at the venue.

And once the Advent finds this man, everything he knows about Calvin will be exposed to the eyes of the greedy pigs.

Calvin bent over, his hand resting on the man's major artery for a moment, human veins throbbing vividly beneath his fingers.

Calvin could feel his heart beating faster.

[You should kill this man.] 】

A voice spoke clearly in his head.

Killing this man would be the best choice.

For some reason, Calvin thought that the voice had the tones of Reed, Virgilli, and Fugg.

After a few seconds of pause, Calvin sighed deeply.

He changed into the man's clothes, a black robe, linen trousers, and leather shoes made of calfskin. The wig, which had been rudely ripped off, was draped over the man's head by Calvin. The man's mouth was stuffed with his own socks to make sure he couldn't scream after he woke up.

Calvin lowered his head and opened the door to the cleaning room, and after wearing the man's clothes, he looked like a real low-level Adventist clergyman, of course, if he couldn't make people see his face: Calvin didn't have time to clean his face with makeup, and of course, even if he did, it wouldn't be much better, after all, there wouldn't be a newcomer in this building with the same striking face as his.

Calvin walked briskly down the long hallway towards the east podium of what the man had said, and he always felt that he should go there anyway. He walked past prayer rooms with closed doors, new, unused side halls, and cobwebbed corridors and stairs leading to nowhere. In the midst of his nervousness, Calvin even had the illusion that he was already stuck in a labyrinth...... From the outside, the building was indeed quite grand, but was it really that big? A faint doubt passed through Calvin's mind, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and someone seemed to be peeking at him in the dark. However, when Calvin turned his head sharply, all he could see was one portrait after another hanging on the wall, and the painters imagined what Calvin would look like when he grew up by figuring out the photographs of him as a child, and because of this, each of the angels in the portraits had the same twisted and stiff face, they looked like plastic dummies, and the grin that came out of his mouth made Calvin's stomach feel slightly uncomfortable.

Each angel was deliberately painted with huge, ornate wings.

Calvin thought that those people would never have imagined what it was like for the white maggots to crawl out of the feathers of the wings...... And yet he knew, he knew it well.

At the end of the hallway, Calvin saw a closed double door.

The door was painted crimson, and next to it was a cold silver metal plaque with black lacquer handwriting - [East Podium Room 203-320]. The lettering on the metal plaque reminded Calvin of the tombstone in the cemetery, and the expensive marble slab on Dr. Holden's grave was inscribed in the same font. Calvin pulled the elaborate brass bow handle, and the door made a few "rattle" sounds, but it was not pulled open. As expected, the door was locked.

Calvin frowned, but didn't panic. He took out a thin wire he had found in the cleaning room and inserted the end of the wire into the keyhole in the door in an attempt to open it.

"Hee ......"

As Calvin studied the door, he heard what seemed to be a little girl's soft laughter behind it. The subtle voice lifted Calvin's spirits instantly.

"Anyone?"

He shouted in surprise as he pressed his lips to the slit.

“……”

But after a long wait, there was still silence behind the door. The kid may have escaped.

Calvin took a deep breath as he leaned closer to the crack in the door and tried to look in.

Something seemed to flicker through the crack in the door, but the only thing Calvin could see clearly was a thick darkness. The air that spilled from the other side of the narrow door had a pungent smell peculiar to disinfectant water.

Calvin shuddered involuntarily, he felt a little cold, and for some reason, he finally felt that the light here seemed to be a little dim, so that the process of unlocking the lock was rather unsmooth.

Just like the "bad luck" that Calvin muttered earlier, he didn't have time to open the door, but there was already a faint voice on the other side of the hallway.

"Hey...... Would you like to go over there and have a look......?"

"Has Zone D been checked?"

"It's a dead end over there......"

……

Calvin didn't know if it was a routine check-up, or if the hapless man he had stuffed in the cleaning room had been found. He let out a curse in his heart, and thin beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. His palms were sweating profusely, and the thin wire slid between his fingers.

The men were probably walking down another corridor in Calvin's direction, their shoes on the stalls becoming more and more distinct. Calvin's heart was beating faster and faster, and he was now at the end of all the corridors, which meant that even if he wanted to leave through another passage, it would be impossible for him to escape the sight of people.

The only way for Calvin to not want to fight the men was to open the door as quickly as possible - but for the first time, the lockpicking skills he had learned from Dr. Holden were struggling. It was as if someone had picked the lock on the other side of the door, and no matter how hard Calvin tried, he could not open it.

"Lalala......"

In his extreme tension, Calvin seemed to hear the sound of a little girl humming softly from behind the door. His breath faltered, and then he realized that what he was actually hearing was an ethereal song coming from a farther distance, and it was only then that Calvin realized that the chanting that filled "Lil's" heart with joy had begun.

"Damn—"

Calvin said in a voice that only he could hear.

Now he didn't wonder why someone was coming to make the inspection.

Beads of sweat slowly ran down the tip of his nose.

"Smack. ”

"Smack. ”

"Smack. ”

The men's stumbling footsteps drew closer, and Calvin slowly straightened up, facing the direction in which the people were about to appear. He pulled the wire out of the keyhole and tucked it between his fingers, then clenched his fists.

Calvin was ready for a fight—but just then, he heard a crisp dark sound from the lock behind him.

He jerked his head back, a little shocked to find that the door that had been locked before had opened a thin crack. 166 Reading Network