I call the heavens and the earth to testify with you today, and I will show you the blessings and misfortunes of life and death. So choose your life, so that you and your descendants may survive.

- The Old Testament, Deuteronomy

Bright red rain fell from the sky.

Calvin tilted his head and stared blankly at the dark purple sky.

The color of the cumulonimbus clouds is so bright that it looks like it's fake, the kind of color that only industrial dyes can dye.

Raindrops crackled down on his face and hands, smashing his skin like small bullets.

The raindrops were warm, staining his skin red, giving off a sweet smell of rust.

Oh, it's blood.

Calvin thought sluggishly.

"Boom—"

A dazzling ray of light pierced his cheek, a familiar wind that could lift all the skin and hair off the bones.

Calvin had to close his eyes.

It's an explosion.

After the explosion, a raging fire ignited in the ruins surrounding him.

The rain became heavier, but the fire burned more violently.

The firelight was soaked in blood and turned a strange bright red, and the heat swept up black dust, sending a small tornado between the hideous masonry and charred corpses.

Above the dark purple clouds, there were countless bolts of lightning that muffled, like dragons fighting and roaring with each other.

Calvin struggled with his steps, laboriously walking through the blood-soaked sludge, which had become extraordinarily sticky and slippery.

He walked among the wreckage of skyscrapers that towered into the sky but were charred and blackened with only steel frames.

He was walking among the rubble of a mountain of cars burning with raging fires.

He screamed, squirmed, walked among the charred corpses trapped in the cracks of the ground.

He felt tired and hopeless, and the soles of his feet were cut with sharp iron filings and stones.

He didn't know where he was going, he didn't know where he came from, every muscle of him, every crevice of his bones was filled with intense pain, and he didn't even know how he was going to breathe in this pain—

The road seems to be so long that it never ends.

Calvin even had a feeling that he had been on this path for eons of years.

And then, he has the next billions of years, continue here, step forward, move forward, never to be freed.

Because this is the way to hell.

……

“……#￥%&……%。 ”

Calvin's eyes snapped open.

The crisp air, the smell of coffee, the singing of "Hi Jude", and the bright light were rushing towards him at the same time.

The gap between the nightmare and reality made Calvin lie stiff on the bed, stunned for a long time without coming to his senses.

"What?"

Then Calvin heard a very familiar voice.

The music was turned off, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Hey...... Calvin, what are you talking about...... Wait, you're awake? God, you're really going to tell me you're really awake......"

A handsome face appeared in Calvin's sight.

With mint green eyes and soft curly hair dyed bright red, the man looked even more innocent than ever.

"Virgilli?"

Calvin frowned and spoke.

He couldn't help but frown at the sharp pain in his throat and the unusually hoarse voice.

Virgili had a face that looked like it was about to burst into tears.

"Oh my God...... Thank God, you're finally, I mean, you're finally waking up......"

The handsome young man leaned down and hugged Calvin tightly.

"Ahh......h

Calvin gasped for cold air—for the pain that was pouring into his body like a tidal wave was coming from it.

It was as if it had only been from the moment he woke up until this moment that his body had finally regained its perception of pain.

The pain of that nightmare followed his soul and followed him all the way to reality.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Calvin barely managed to sit up from his bed with the help of Virgilly. Of course, this behavior was undoubtedly met with protests and dissuasion from Vicili.

"You've been shot, Calvin, six bullets, two near the heart - you should be glad that Fugg guy honed his skills during the Na Pur days, or I think I might have to find a way to bury you in an unnamed cemetery. Yes, I'm not going to throw your body on the street, you know, your body is so beautiful, if you do leave it on the street, the ghost knows what will happen to you......"

"You're a bit talkative today. Calvin inhaled in small gulps to keep himself from losing his breath from the pain in his body, and he gave Vigilli a cold look, and then spoke, "And, what's the matter with Na Pure?"

Virgili didn't seem to notice his gaffe until this point, and he made a palpable look of remorse, then shrugged his shoulders at Calvin.

"If you have the chance, I think you could actually ask the control freak yourself-"

He made a mischievous grimace at Calvin.

Calvin, however, stared at him, his expression cold, without a smile, as cold as a real marble statue.

After more than ten seconds, Vigilli's smile gradually disappeared from that face. The whitewashed rap and the deliberately created relaxed atmosphere were finally torn apart by Calvin without hesitation.

After that brutal night, both Calvin and Virgili (and his gang of personalities) apparently had something else to say about life.

Realizing this, Virgili finally let go of his stiff mask and revealed some of his true emotions in front of Calvin.

"Hey, Calvin. He suddenly lowered his head, his forehead resting on Calvin's shoulder, "...... It's just a little bit away from losing you. You freaked me out, really, completely. ”

He said hoarsely, with an imperceptible wetness in his words.

Calvin lowered his eyes.

Where Virgili couldn't see, Calvin's eyes flashed with a faint sense of confusion and hesitation.

"Well, I know. He said.

In fact, Calvin thought he was going to die.

Of course, he realized that he had been shot, and he had more than one bullet. It's just that while doing those things, the pain of being shot seems to have been erased by some more powerful force.

After that, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have been helped into an ambulance.

After a while, someone operated on him in the car.

Of course, that person could only be Fugg.

According to Vigilli, half a month has passed since that night.

And Calvin had been in a coma.

"Your situation is unstable...... Fugg has done his best, your injuries are too serious, but we can't take you to the underground clinic. When he said this, there was a hint of unnaturalness in Vigilli's expression.

Calvin blinked.

"The Adventists are looking for me. He said with great certainty.

"Hmm...... Strictly speaking, they are looking for a 'peerless beauty who caused the Angel Town tragedy'. They don't know it's you yet...... Of course, I didn't know it was me. "But if at that time someone suddenly came to the underground clinic with a bleeding beauty with a gunshot wound to ask for help, then the situation would not be good." After discussing it for a while, we finally decided to take you here to recuperate, without alarming anyone. ”

Virgili rented a house in a small seaside town near the south, in his father's name, of course.

It's quite beautiful, and every year quite a few people spend some time in a nice villa by the sea.

In this kind of environment, it seems so natural for a rich second generation like Vickyli to fool around here with his beautiful boyfriend.

“…… Doesn't attract too much attention. ”

Virgili added.

In Virgilli's description, Calvin, who was bleeding profusely, evaded the Adventists, shook off the police interrogation, managed to cut Calvin and remove the bullets, and then forged the alibi of the two - this series of actions is so simple and easy, like the end of the main character in a Hollywood movie.

But Calvin knew exactly how hard it all really was.

Calvin looked over Vicili's shoulder and out the window.

Sure enough, facing the window, there was a blue sea.

"I'm finally a little glad I didn't die like that. ”

After a moment of silence, Calvin tilted his head and spoke softly to Virgilly.

"Even though when I woke up, that song almost made me want to die all over again. ”

Of course, he did not forget to add the last sentence.

Vigili finally smiled a little relaxed.

"Hey, Calvin, welcome back. ”

He leaned over to Calvin and whispered.

Calvin did not dodge the ensuing kiss of the green-eyed youth.

At first, it was just a soft, vague temptation.

Vicky's lips were much drier than his words, which was enough to show how the life of this little white-faced rich boy was during this time. Calvin tasted the faint smell of blood oozing from Vicgilli's chapped lips. This should have made him feel a little sick, but he didn't know how, and at this moment, he felt hot because of it.

Hardly hesitatingly, he accepted Vigilli's temptation, and he began to respond to the nimble and wet touch and entanglement.

Before they knew it, the two of them were already hugging each other tightly.

If all went well, Calvin and Virgili would probably just lie on that luxurious bed for an intense, post-coma rehabilitation.

Of course, once the premise of "if everything goes well" appears, it can only mean that the subsequent development is not satisfactory.

As Virgili tried to press Calvin against the bed, the muscles in the latter's face twisted with severe pain.

"Oh,-"

Vigilli's beloved angel beauty also added a swear word in passing.

"I've got six bullets, okay?!"

Calvin yelled at Vickyli. 166 Reading Network