Calvin briefly met the eye buried in the middle of his wound through the mottled and dirty mirror.

He had never seen anything so terrible, the pupils surrounded by red flesh that had turned so heavy because of poison. Calvin's nerves almost froze, and for a second he couldn't even comprehend what he was seeing, only his own heartbeat sounded - his heart beating wildly in his chest like a broken piston, followed by a volcanic eruption of fear and fright.

Calvin's body shook, and he slashed hard at the wound in his back, but he quickly lost his balance from the movement.

"Bang-"

Calvin slid on the wet ground, his head hitting the edge of the pool with a loud thud.

"—"

He screamed in excruciating pain.

Then he heard the sound of the toilet door being slammed open.

"Calvin?!"

Isaac rushed over.

"My back! There's something on my back!"

Calvin ignored the pain of the wrestling, and he was half-lying on the ground, frantically trying to reach his own back with his hands, his face turning purple red from the violent and rapid breathing, and his limbs trembling weakly.

Some cold, metallic-smelling liquid trickled down his forehead, blurring his vision a little.

"Behind your back—calm down, Calvin, I'll take a look for you!"

Atzhach saved Calvin, and he flipped over Calvin's body in horror—there were only two slender cuts on the vast expanse of white, delicate marble skin. The wound was a little inflamed, and Isaac knew that it would put some physical burden on Calvin, but it was absolutely impossible for the other party to have such a big reaction.

"You're inflamed, Calvin?! I don't see anything else-"

"Eyeballs!"

Calvin hissed, gasping violently.

"What?"

"Eyes on my back, God, eyes...... That eye is in my wound!"

Calvin shouted incoherently, and Isaac's face turned blue as he pressed his hand on Calvin's back.

"I really didn't see anything......"

"I see it!" Calvin yelled as he grabbed Aysaac by the wrist, "I've got something moving on my back!"

"That's your hallucination!"

"Eyeballs, really eyeballs, god I've got to get it out, it's been looking at me, it's always looking at me......"

Calvin, Calvin...... You calm me down!"

……

"Smack-"

Isaac gave Calvin a slap, and the latter's face tilted to one side.

“……”

Finally, Calvin fell silent.

Calvin felt his brain still in disarray, and he gasped like a bellows...... It was a long time before Calvin spoke hoarsely to Isaac.

"Phone, take a picture with your phone, take a picture of my back!"

Isaac did so.

Calvin stared at the red, swollen and inflamed back wound on Isack's phone screen, and after a moment, his body finally relaxed.

"For God's sake......

He muttered weakly.

"Calvin?" Azac looked at Calvin with a grim expression, "how long has it been since you slept?"

Calvin cast his gaze on him sluggishly and did not answer.

“…… When was the last time you ate?"

Azak's face became even more gloomy as he asked.

Calvin thought for a moment, then said with some hesitation, "Yesterday?"

In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, he only remembered the deserted funeral, and the smell of preservatives and lilies floated in the air.

Isaac looked like he wanted to slap him again.

"You're hallucinating, Calvin. ”

The detective suppressed the anger in his voice and said.

"You're killing yourself. ”

Calvin lowered his eyes in silence.

……

Half an hour later-

"Click-"

The key spun limply around in the keyhole, and Isaac pushed open the thin, cheap wood-paneled door with his shoulder, which was only halfway open and blocked by the couch. Isaac squeezed his way into the room through the crack in the door, threw Calvin on the couch with the other arm on his back, and then panted around the room, pushing his toes through a cardboard box full of unknown miscellaneous items and sat down tiredly.

Calvin's rented cheap apartment was on the second floor of the building across from the Cross Bar. Looking out of the dirty window, you can see a corner of the bar's vulgar neon sign through the crack in the fire ladder. The apartment had nothing to offer other than proximity to work, and Isaac felt that even the prison he had seen was more spacious than this one, shabby, dirty, and not soundproof, and the smell of moldy dust wafted through the air.

Isaac sat on the cardboard box for a while, he almost wanted to curse God and beat Calvin by the way, but when he saw the stark blood on Calvin's forehead, he slowly drooped down as if he had been pricked with a needle in a lifebuoy.

"You'd better get out of bed and get some sleep. ”

Aizac threw a band-aid at Calvin.

"By the way, get your wounds done...... Dad wouldn't be happy if he knew you were like this to him. ”

"Well, he can't nag me anymore anyway. Calvin said.

Then both he and Isaac fell silent.

After a few seconds, Calvin staggered to his feet, leaning sideways, moving down the narrow hallway toward the bathroom, clutching the Band-Aid in his hand.

"Feel free to do whatever you want. ”

Calvin said dryly to Isaac.

Isaac rubbed his face, squeezed his body into the kitchen with great difficulty, and opened the refrigerator.

He was only going to get himself something to eat, but to his surprise, Calvin's fridge contained a pot of beef stewed in red wine in addition to beer—a deliciously stewed meat dish carefully served in a red enamel tin pot with a smoky pink ribbon bow on the lid.

"Oh my God, what is this?"

Suspiciously, Isaac twisted a piece of cold beef stew into his mouth, and then was in a trance because of the overly good taste.

"Why do you have this stuff in your fridge - and it's fucking delicious?"

Isaac returned to the couch with the pot in his arms.

"I don't know who gave the gift—"

Calvin's voice came out of the bathroom with a muffled voice.

Perhaps which admirer, Calvin guessed.

He was not short of experience in being pursued, in fact, whether he was happy or not, he would receive gifts from suitors almost every once in a while, flowers, all sorts of high-end gifts, top-of-the-line sports cars - the beef stew may be a little odd, but it was nothing compared to the diamonds made from the ashes of the suitors that Calvin had received before.

What's more, Calvin knew that there were indeed a few women in the bar who were very obsessed with him.

In fact, when he finally finished Dr. Holden's funeral and came home with a tired body, he even had a hint of comfort when he saw such a beef stew still hot at the door.

[I know you're going through a difficult time, and I hope you can get out of your sadness and regain your happiness.

Love your baby]

Pressed next to the enamel pot is a simple comfort card.