"Don't touch me—"

Calvin subconsciously dodged the man.

His hand slammed up, and he opened the man's arm.

But the moment that hand touched Calvin, he heard a miserable wail.

It's a sound of several voices overlapping, crumbling and reuniting, as if it were a collection of all the pain and desolation you can think of in this world.

Calvin almost screamed, he almost thought he had really screamed.

But the truth was that his soul had been thoroughly penetrated by that sound, like a small worm pierced into a long, sharp silver needle, and his whole body was stiff and unable to move.

Of course, in a sense, thanks to that stiffness, otherwise the wings on his back would have flapped and made him look like a dying bird.

"Oh wait, take it easy man, I don't mean anything malicious. ”

The man seemed to be taken aback, and he raised his hand and took a step back.

"I said, you have to get out of my territory. You've already influenced passers-by—"

Then he turned his head and looked at the lewd subordinate who had been pestering Calvin before, and roared.

Judging by the latter's attitude, he did not hear the same voice as Calvin - he was like a lewd thug from the beginning, and he was also when he left.

He crawled away, looking a little frightened, but Calvin could tell that the guy was only scared of the man next to him.

"Are you okay?"

Then Calvin paled as he saw the man tentatively approach him.

He was a man of great age, in his late middle age and early old age, and he had a face that seemed to fit the definition of a "good guy", with pale blue eyes and a good figure (at least for his age). Calvin believed that if the man had given him a thumbs up on the side of the road, people would have been willing to stop and give him a ride, since he did not seem dangerous.

But from Calvin's point of view, the smiling white man in front of him could only make him feel creepy.

He believed that the other party should not have known that behind him, several women were staring at him with blood-drenched faces.

[Woo woo...... It's my fault......]

[My Question...... Yes, my question...... I'm sorry I shouldn't have stimulated you......]

[Dad, I'm so hungry......]

……

The first screams, the terrible sounds of hell that only Calvin could hear, gradually separated, slowed, and finally turned into several illusory voices repeating and murmuring.

"My name is David. ”

The man introduced himself, and he held out his hand to Calvin in a very old-fashioned way.

Calvin didn't make any moves.

Several of the women looked Mexican, their eyes bulging round and their eyelids a horribly swollen purplish-red.

There was also a woman with swollen lips like sausages and her chin pointing out to the other side.

Her muttering was muttered vaguely and hurriedly, and her eyes were as empty as two holes in her face.

[I just accidentally fell down the stairs...... I'm sorry...... It was my fault...... I'll be careful......]

A thin layer of cold sweat oozed from Calvin's forehead.

The women didn't seem to realize their death, they were still trapped in their nightmares.

The nightmare that man brought them.

Calvin lowered his eyes, his face unusually ugly.

He wished he could not see: the figures that followed David, the women with swollen cheekbones and eye sockets, the skeletal children who were malnourished and emaciated.

Now, Calvin no longer thinks of those terrible apparitions as his own imagination due to a nervous breakdown. He prefers to believe that the figures (or in other words, the ghosts) are the shadows and evidence of the sins of the man in front of him in the past.

And in reality, after seeing Calvin ignore him, the old man who called himself David very naturally withdrew his hand, and even shrugged his shoulders and made a joke: "Wow, I forgot, you young people don't have this anymore." ”

As he shrugged his shoulders, a pendant slipped from his neckline: beneath the round crystal above was Calvin's face that he had seen about to vomit, and the extremely beautiful boy stared at Calvin expressionlessly after more than ten years.

Calvin's pupils shrank, and his gaze instantly rested on the pendant.

David immediately noticed Calvin's gaze, and he grinned and smiled.

"Oh yes, it might surprise you a little, but I'm actually a member of the Adventists too...... No, unlike that little bastard, I'm a real cultist. I'm really sorry that guy caused you trouble. ”

David said in that pretentious tone.

"A real cultist?"

Calvin repeated softly.

"Oh, that guy just joined for the benefit - you know, there's scum in an organization, no matter how pure. David said.

Calvin clearly sensed that the other party was observing him, and that kind of gaze was no more comfortable than that of the previous thug. He subconsciously lowered the brim of his hat a little more, desperately trying to control his emotions.

“…… But allow me to point out that true Adventists don't pester passers-by like that guy just did. I'm so sorry. ”

Calvin raised an eyebrow under the brim.

He didn't expect to see such a familiar trick in the lower echelons of the Advent faction one day—he'd only seen others behave like this in the town's unruly gangs before.

If Calvin guessed correctly, the lewd man just now and the sanctimonious "real cultist" in front of him may be a pair of partners who cooperate tacitly. After the first bad experience, the latter jumped out to show a well-cultivated picture, and in such a tragic comparison, it was easy for them to convince the unknown to believe the false claim.

Some of the low-level cultists may be very annoying, but that's the exception. True Adventists are honest and friendly people—

"Sir, you look a little bad, maybe you'll want to come to my house for some lemonade?hmm, don't worry, I can swear I'm not a bad person, I live in this neighborhood, and I do want to apologize to you for that Advent trash......"

Two children passed by David on bicycles, and they cheerfully greeted the man: "Good afternoon, Mr. David—"

And David also responded to them with a smile: "Liz, Joanna, good afternoon, stay safe!"

The two children chased each other and disappeared at the end of the road.

The scene seemed so warm and natural, and what David said seemed to be true.

At least on the surface, David behaved flawlessly. Calvin had a hunch that the man in front of him would be quite comfortable with the Adventists, and that he would not be at the bottom

Cultists have been in this position for too long.

Sweat trickled down Calvin's hidden wings and the gap between his back, and David looked back at Calvin with some confusion. He seemed to be looking at Calvin's back.

"On your back—"

He looked at Calvin in confusion.

Calvin's body shook, and the women turned their faces as David looked at him.

The smell of blood and rancid smell wafted from them, covering Calvin's mouth and nose like an invisible wet rag. Calvin nearly fell to the ground, but David helped Calvin to show his friendliness.

"Hmm-"

At that moment, Calvin felt as if he had been viciously punched, and the punch was aimed at his soul.

Some of the images flow down where David is in contact with Calvin's skin, no, or "squeeze" instead of "flowing."

Calvin received those horrific scenes unsuspectingly.

Battery.

Humiliate.

Mental violence.

Violent.

Crying.

The images flashed back to Calvin's mind like lightning.

"Not David...... You're not David......"

Calvin's pupils dilated, and the iris became very thin circles hidden behind the pitch-black pupils.

The expression on his face became blank and cold for a moment, like a statue made of some kind of inorganic matter.

David's mouth opened wide in shock, and that vast and great sense of fear also captured him—

Calvin was looking at David like this, his lips slightly pursed, and he let out a low murmur like an artificial synthesis.

Zakius Vicari ...... That's your real name, you were born in Brazil, right? Your first wife was Mexican, and she gave birth to a son for you in Mexico City, but you almost beat her to death, she went to the hospital because of a concussion and didn't come out, and you told her mother that she fell down the stairs herself......"

"What...... What the...... What the hell are you talking about......"

David's face was bloodless.

At this moment, all his disguises: those amiable, those calm, all turned to powder.

There was a great horror in his eyes, and he tried to pull his hand back from Calvin, but he found himself completely unable to move.

That indescribable thing trapped him firmly.

He felt something very important, something very important in his body that was being lost, and it felt like someone was caressing his defenseless abdomen, trying to cut open his stomach with a scalpel and remove his internal organs.

"You managed to come to the United States, your second wife was an American, and you controlled her and forced her to think that everything was your fault...... Everything was fine before she got married, but after that she always 'accidentally fell down the stairs' or 'bumped into something'...... You took the child to the supermarket, but you forgot about him...... You put him in the car...... After that you let the woman ...... Is it called Chris? You let Chris say it's your fault......"

"I don't know...... Damn, let me go and shut up...... I don't want to hear ......"

"Chris committed suicide. ”

Calvin continued.

"And the kid you left in Mexico starved to death in his room because there was no one to take care of him, and his grandmother died on the other side of the living room a week before he starved to death......"

Calvin's eyes became more and more terrifying, colder and colder, and they were by no means human.

David, or rather Zakius Vicari, was shocked by the inexplicable sense of fear the moment they met his eyes.

A fishy stench suddenly welled up in his pants.

He was incontinent in his first year of fifties.

But he didn't even know how it came about.

Urine dripped down Zaquius' thighs and down to his ankles, and his pants clung to his legs.

Calvin shuddered suddenly, as if he had just woken up from a long dream. Then he pushed the stunned old man away.

He looked horrified at the man, who had become old and cowardly in an instant, covered in urine, his lips quivering, but he could barely speak.

The man looked at him in despair and burst into tears.

"What have you done to me? Who are you? Why...... Why do you know ......"

David staggered back, and for a moment, his skin turned a strange grayish-white, and cyan veins and meridians appeared beneath the skin that seemed to have become translucent. And David seemed to be unaware of his own abnormality, and he always stared straight at Calvin, muttering and asking questions.

"You said the kid was starving? How do you know? ...... you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm ...... I have to leave...... I...... I'm not interested in religion...... I ......"

Calvin reluctantly said with all his strength. In this moment, he missed the company of Virgilli or Fuge more than ever.

Just standing in front of someone like David, he felt like he was about to suffocate.

The women's souls began to draw closer and closer to David, their gray arms slowly wrapping around the man's slightly reddened neck like a dying snake.

The chaotic and dazed look that had been on their faces was fading little by little—Calvin didn't dare to look any further.

He turned around and fled.

He suspected that his escape posture was probably not as graceful as the previous thug, and he could barely control his pace.

David's voice fell far behind him.

"Who are you, what have you done to me—"

The man's voice sounded like it was about to be chopped up. There was an air of despair with every word he spoke.

Calvin ran a long distance until he felt that he was out of David's attention and he stopped, and then he leaned against the wall and bent over in near-collapse.

He retched.

Some of them gave him strange looks, and Calvin raised the collar of his coat in horror to cover his face. His mind was now in disarray, and he had returned to the Blue Diamond Crown Hotel almost instinctively rather than from memory.

And just when he took out the room card from his pocket tremblingly and wanted to swipe the password lock in front of the elevator, the elevator door opened with a "ding-" sound in front of him.

"Calvin?!"

The green-eyed young man's eyes widened in shock, and the moment he saw Calvin, he rushed out of the elevator and hugged Calvin.

In that moment, he looked a little like Reed, a little like Fugg, and a little bit of Virgilli.

Perhaps because he was in a state of utter confusion, Calvin was not even able to make out the exact identity of his companion's body.

"Damn it, where the hell have you been, you're going to scare me to death-"

Calvin paid no heed to the other's words, and he shrank silently into his arms, trembling incessantly.

Calvin ...... Hey, what's wrong with you?

The man who immediately realized that something was wrong held Calvin's face, and his emerald green eyes overflowed with panic.

It wasn't until this moment that Calvin suddenly realized that this was Vickyli.

He was so weak that he had almost lost the strength to support himself.

Virgili carried Calvin into the elevator and forcibly dragged the panicked Calvin back to his suite.

Calvin rushed into the bathroom as soon as he returned to his room, vomiting as if he was about to empty the last drop of gastric juice in his stomach. At this moment, it was not his unstable mental state that tormented him, but the uncontrollable abnormalities in his body.

[Woo woo woo ......]

The cry of pain still lingered in his ears, someone was squeezing and kneading his internal organs, torturing his soul.

It was as if his abdomen had been put into an ice cube, and the ice was gradually expanding, and the ice chips were scraping like daggers inside his body.

Calvin's eyes turned a blood-red color, and even his vomit turned the color of blood in his trance.

"Oh my God, what did you do when you went out and made yourself ......"

Faintly, Calvin heard Vickyli whisper in his ear.

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

Calvin muttered in reply.

His breathing was still rapid, and his heart was out of control from the beginning to the present.

He felt that he might be answering Vigilli, but on the other hand, it was as if he was talking to another voice, more ethereal, more illusory.

"I'm sorry...... I'm so sorry...... I'm really sorry......"

Calvin unconsciously burst into tears.

He didn't even know how long he had been in this state of chaos.

Anyway, when someone ripped off his clothes, he pushed the man away almost instinctively.

"Wow, it hurts—"

Calvin slowly came to his senses in Vigilli's anguish.

He gasped and came back to his senses, looking at Vicili on the ground—for a moment, he saw some kind of thick, ominous shadow on Vicili's face.

He felt that the latter's face seemed to be covered with a mask, the kind of ancient Egyptian mask, with an elongated snout and a dog mask with raised eyes.

But after a split second, the illusion was gone.

Calvin finally came to his senses completely.

"Oh my God. ”

He muttered.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to see if you were hurt. Virgili got up from the ground, and he looked a little frightened, and even explained it patheticly—he was referring to the undressing of Calvin earlier.

"It was just a knee-jerk move, I'm sorry, Vigili I don't have any ill intentions, I just ...... Today may have encountered something very strange. ”

Calvin touched his back with his backhand, his wings were fully extended, echoing Calvin's tense spirit, the pair of wings flapping restlessly on his back.

"You can see that you look frightened. ”

Virgili said thoughtfully. Then he poured Calvin a glass of water, and next to it were a few pills.

Vigili smiled reluctantly at Calvin's gaze (Calvin could tell he was trying to hide his concerns).

"It's a tranquilizer...... he explained, "and drug abuse is terrible, but I think you really need this right now." ”

"Your tone sounds like Fuge. ”

Calvin whispered.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the pills and swallowed them down his throat.

Vicgilli carefully wrung an ice towel as he wiped Calvin's forehead and neck.

In the process, Calvin, who had finally regained some normalcy, told him what had happened to him.

"It's really weird—"

Looking back on his previous experience, Calvin still felt terrible.

"I'm trying to convince myself that I'm not crazy, but if I'm not crazy, I don't really know how to explain that...... Those 'ghosts'...... And those fragments that I felt in that disgusting body. I mean, those snippets are so real......"

Calvin said as he met Virgilli's gaze.

"You know, I feel like I can peek into other people's pasts. ”

"Calvin ......"

"What is this? Special function? For God's sake I really want to vomit, the things that man did to his wife, to his children......"

Victori grabbed Calvin by the shoulder, and he leaned over and kissed Calvin on the forehead.

Then he reached out and grabbed Calvin's wrist.

He placed Calvin's hand on his chest.

"And would you like to try me?" Vicky tilted his head and looked at Calvin earnestly, "How about a peek into my past and my thoughts, and a good wash of the disgusting sensations that the Adventist member brought you?"

Virgilli's appearance made Calvin slightly stunned.

Through the skin, muscles, and bones, Virgil's heart beat vigorously beneath Calvin's palm.

"Virgili ......" Calvin hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice before speaking, "would you mind letting Reed out first?" I think I really need to talk to him about what happened today. ”

He licked his lips with some uneasiness.

"You know, he knows more about souls and ghosts and things like that, maybe he can give me the answer...... I don't really mean anything else, but now I'm afraid he's the only one who can help me. 166 Reading Network