"I'm not as scared of the 'Red Deer' as you are, Fugg, you've always taken him too seriously, probably because your sissy has made you a little too timid. ”

After hearing the name, Virgili muttered with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

However, as he spoke, his movements became a little restrained, and he put his finger in front of his nose and took a deep breath, then ran his finger through his hair.

"Oh God, you'd better stop, Vigili - what you just thought makes me want to vomit. ”

The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, and the cold voice from before sounded again, as if someone was speaking through Virgilli's tongue, this time the voice was filled with deep disgust.

Virgili giggled as he looked into the rearview mirror of the car, which reflected his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes with unusually light pupil color, and the restless emotion made Vicili's original mint green pupils turn a deep blue-green, like the color of some kind of poisonous snake's scales under a moonlit night.

It was the eyes of "Fugg" - another resident of this body - or rather, another personality.

"I'm sorry. ”

Virgili said to the fragile soul in his body that was a little oversensitive, and there was no sincerity in his tone.

"It's always hard to control, it's like you're fiddling with your dear corpses, and that feeling is going to 'gush' out like that, making your nerves tremble and your body tremble...... What's more, it feels good to be held in his arms. ”

He added.

"Please don't describe me in that ambiguous sentence. "I'm just an ordinary doctor...... Perhaps there is some slight interest in the mysteries of the human body. That's a love of science, not your sick freak. Finally, a word of advice to you, you'd better refrain from your perverted, nasty thoughts - if the slightest leak is made, your pretense will be torn apart. Calvin's state of mind was such that it was absolutely impossible for a guy like you to get close to him. ”

Fugg said coldly.

Vicky's shoulders drooped slightly, and he suddenly broke away from his previous frenzied and excited state, and appeared in a state of depression like a dog that had been stepped on.

"Of course I know that. He let out a long sigh, "Imagine that he's a unicorn - and a unicorn is only close to pure and cute little things." ”

Holding his face, Vigilli curled up his knees and hunched into his seat.

“…… It's like the kind of little idiot I pretended to be. ”

He sighed.

Fugg was about to explode inside him, and he protested again.

"You're having fun, God, I don't think you need to put on a face in front of me - like I don't know what you're thinking. ”

Vigilli's shoulders shook, and he let out a hearty laugh behind his palm, and after a few moments, he removed his palm from the side of his cheek, which had been in a low mood just a few minutes earlier, but now his face was filled with a smile that bordered on evil again.

"Oh, Fugg, sometimes you're just so uncute. But I'll admit, you're right, in fact I mean having fun - who wants me to be a professional liar. Vigili muttered in the rearview mirror.

After a brief moment of silence, Fugg clenched her throat and screamed under her breath.

"Oh my God, you're disgusting!"

Virgili shrugged his shoulders and said suddenly.

"I just want to him. In fact, I think he's going crazy with his thoughts. ”

The professional liar with mint-eyed eyes repeated, licking his lips and his eyes becoming a little hollow.

"You'd better not go crazy at this time. ”

There was some wariness in Fugg's voice.

"Bang-"

At this moment, a clear crashing sound suddenly came from outside the car window.

Vigilli's pupils shrank to a very small point.

Pressing the button on the door, the dark glass window slowly slid down.

A violent face appeared outside the car window.

"Hey, man, you're in the way of our store. ”

It was a young black male, bald headed, with a row of tiny golden rings on his brow bone—a standard low-level thug of vulgar taste.

Vickyli slowly turned his head and looked at him.

"Oh, sorry. ”

He said in a hoarse voice.

"I'll drive away later. ”

As if he didn't see the figures that gradually emerged from the darkness like ghosts, the muscular men in baseball caps slowly gathered next to Vigilli's car.

"Whew-"

The thug who knocked on the window at first spat on it.

He looked greedily at Vigilli, his pure, deer-like face, and his limousine.

He curled his fingers, the huge metal ring on his knuckles gently brushing over the old-fashioned lacquer of Rolls-Royce.

"You've affected our business, baby, do you think it's okay to just drive away?"

Virgili blinked. He glanced over the side of his head at the so-called "shop door" of Big Finger - it was actually the back door of a pub, and judging by the quiet of the environment, it was clear that it was not yet open.

The group of idle thugs just "happened" to pass by here, and "just happened" to see this luxury car that had mistakenly broken into the neighborhood. They had checked the license plate of the car and were pretty sure it didn't belong to Redbeard's guests. On top of that, one of them had been at the Cross Bar before, and he had seen the "deliciousness" of the little dim sum gentleman firsthand.

As Calvin had feared, Virgilli, or the innocent little boy Vigilly disguised, was an unusually wonderful extra meal for the residents of the area.

Vigili placed his hand on his knee and he looked at his fingers.

His fingers were quivering.

The voice of the young liar gradually became ethereal.

"I also wish I could calm down. You know, I want to do something, well, but I'm not good at patience. ”

"Hey, baby, what are you talking about?"

The thug turned his head sideways, he didn't hear Vickyli's muttering, and it seemed to him that the weak young man was more of a sane disorder—he was talking to himself, and his left hand suddenly moved and grabbed the wrist of his right hand.

"You know my new potion hasn't arrived yet, right? I'm really not sure my stock can melt so much meat - you'll have to clean up the site if the drains are clogged. ”

The muscular thug frowned, and he looked in disgust at Vicky in the car window, and it took him a moment to understand what the other man was talking about, but even if he understood it literally, the sentence still felt incomprehensible.

This caused the thug to feel an inexplicable, almost humiliating dissatisfaction, and he pretended that he really understood the pretentious "provocation", and then he reached into the car window and grabbed Vicili by the collar.

“…… I can't bear to see what happens next, I'll come out when you're done, and by the way, please refrain a little. I really don't have enough potions. ”

The thug heard Vigili continue to speak in that odd English accent.

"Hey, do you have a problem with your brain?!"

He rudely yelled at Vicilly, forcing the other to face him.

Then, he saw a pair of unusually bright pale green pupils.

Vigili smiled sweetly at the man and the companions behind him.

……

……

At the same time, in the bar of the Cross Bar, Calvin suddenly couldn't help but shiver, and he accidentally poured an extra half cup of mint syrup into the goblet in his hand.

"Damn. ”

Calvin cursed under his breath, then replaced it with a new glass. But as he reached for the syrup again, someone held him down.

"You're a little absent-minded today. ”

The bartender looked at the young man beside him with some concern.

"You might as well go and get some rest first. ”

He said.

"Hmm, I'm sorry. ”

Calvin rubbed his temples.

“…… It's just that there's been a lot going on lately. ”

The bartender sighed, and he patted Calvin on the shoulder.

"I understand. Funerals are always exhausting, aren't they? Dr. Holden was a good man, and I'm sure many will miss him. ”

The corners of Calvin's mouth tugged at a tired arc.

"Thank you. ”

He said dryly.

The number of customers in the bar was increasing, the cacophony of music slammed heavily on the eardrums, the smell of alcohol floated in the dim air with the vocals, and the whole bar was like a fuzzy canvas to Calvin, with a trance-like unreality.

Sometimes he even has delusions, wondering if he is in a long sleep. However, at the mention of the name of the kind old man who had given him a second life, Calvin suddenly felt the wound on his back begin to ache for the first time in a long time.

The stark pain gave him goosebumps in his back.