"What do I know? It depends on what you've encountered. Reed said, his face looking a little stern at this moment, "Calvin, you have to tell me first, what happened to you?"

"You look more like a liar now. ”

Calvin blinked and muttered softly.

After deciding to believe Reed, his mood was strangely relaxed.

He slowly walked back to the couch and sat down, then he picked up the Coke on the coffee table and drank it in one gulp. The ice had completely melted, and the gasless Coke drank like some kind of sweet and sour cough drop.

Calvin took out the yellowed receipt from his wallet and handed it to Reed.

He told them everything about the restaurant, the cheese-soaked juicy chunks of meat with burgers, golden muffins sparkling in maple sugar, and, oh yes, iced Coke.

He told him about the back that resembled Dr. Holden, and the yellowed receipt that he held in his wallet as he moved through time and space for a second.

“…… By the way, you guessed it right, I did get into the Adventists, a big problem. ”

Calvin added at the end.

For a second he almost told the other party about the night he had spent in Redbeard's house, his fists unconsciously clenched tightly, his nails digging deep in his palms.

Thankfully, his sanity was still working at this point, and he bit the tip of his tongue at the last minute to vaguely bring the night over. Still, he had some suspicions that there was a hole in his words, and Reed, who was sitting on the other end of the couch, had a deep look in his eyes and seemed to sense something. There was something in the eyes of this strange and defensive mystic that made Calvin nervous, but when he looked closely, there was only pure concern and love in those beautiful green eyes.

"You were tired and in a pretty bad mental state. Reed spoke slowly, his voice sounding deeper than that of Virgilly, the kind of voice that was appropriate for hypnotizing hysterical noblewomen—Calvin didn't know why he thought of this, and he stared at Reed, pouting the corners of his lips.

"I don't think you need to repeat this. He said.

There are two explanations, and you can choose one of them. Reed didn't care about Calvin's prickly words, his solemn and pale face at this moment perfectly fitted the world's stereotype of the mystic who pretended to be a ghost, "The first explanation is that you were probably asleep at the time...... Hey, don't put that on that look, I mean really. You may indeed be in a restaurant where you have a good lunch, and the sugar from Coke and muffins enters your bloodstream, causing your blood sugar to rise drastically in a very short period of time, and this can quickly put your body into a state of sleepiness. Considering you hadn't slept for a long time, this sleepiness was undoubtedly irresistible!"

"But your will is stubbornly resisting this sleepiness, because you know that sleeping in such an unguarded environment will only put you in danger, and you are already frightened, aren't you? Don't think it's bizarre, it's common to ask college students who are struggling to catch up on an entire course of study. ”

Calvin frowned, he glared at Reed, the temperature of his sight dropping again.

This explanation doesn't sound like a mystic would say. ”

Reed shrugged: "Behind a lot of parastatic events that are so horrific that you can't sleep that you can't sleep have an answer that makes you laugh. This is, after all, an age of science. ”

Calvin almost rolled his eyes at him.

"Okay, then you can tell me what the second explanation is. ”

He asked, unexpectedly—deep down, he didn't like Reed's explanation, because it made his panic seem ridiculous. By the way, Reed seemed more and more like an unruly talker in his mind, a clumsy liar.

It was strange why he would believe this man? Calvin asked himself helplessly when he heard the voice in his heart.

Calvin couldn't give the sane self an answer.

Probably because Reed does have an inexplicable temperament that tugs at his nerves...... Calvin's instincts told him that Reed's true face had never been revealed, and that there was a deeply disguised aura about the man. Calvin always felt that he was dangerous, but on the other hand, he could also detect Reed's deep protection of him.

It's like a fanatic believer to his God—blind, burning, losing his mind's longing and love. Of course, these more nuanced emotions are not yet fully understood by Calvin today.

At this moment, nestled in the comfy and wide sofa of Virgilli, he was still only puzzled by his ambivalent feelings about Reed.

“…… Projection of Heaven. ”

Reed muttered, his voice softer than before. Calvin couldn't help leaning over him so that he could hear what he was saying.

"What?"

"Projection of consciousness in heaven. Or rather, from the guardianship of the dead...... It's a complicated affair. Reed leaned over, his words becoming fluid, "Since 1802, 17 priests in Angel City have reported to their superiors that strange things have happened to them. They were usually in a very difficult situation: Father Clementine Rolcliffe had a severe case of African fever, a terminal disease with a fatality rate of 90 percent in his time...... He was aided by his long-dead wife, who, according to the account, came from outside the door, sat at the head of his bed, and fed him a dose of "a potion that shimmered with gold", and when Father Lymentine Rolcliffe woke up, his fever was greatly improved, and a friend brought him some kind of cure, and he was cured.

"Lawrence Ompulby, a farmer whose records were written by the priest, whose farm was ravaged by coyotes, whose two daughters were taken and brutally bitten to death, and who was about to go bankrupt, was on his way to Blackstone Rock...... Forgot to mention that Blackstone Rock was a suicide mecca at the time...... He stumbled upon a beautiful garden, where he was treated with hospitality from superior people, who healed his heart, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself home, and everything was like a dream, with a rose pinned to the hem of his garment, oh, it was winter. The following year, his farm was bumper and his wife gave birth to a healthy baby boy. He claimed that in that garden he saw his mother and father, and that he had their protection. ”

Then there was Chariti Dampier, whose story was also recorded by the priest, who had been treated quite badly while working as a governess in a wealthy family, and ten months later gave birth to a baby boy of unknown father in the stable of the farm. She was born into a rather strict Puritan family, and after this incident, her parents decided to lynch her in God's place, simply by hanging her on their own manor with a rope used for a cow, and you know that no one would ask about such a thing in those days. Luckily, her two older sisters covered her escape all the way. They were almost caught, but at that moment, a handsome officer appeared, who took them out of pursuit from their parents, and he looked like Charity's fiancé who had died on the battlefield two years earlier. ”

"It all sounds like urban weirdness......

"Well, yes, that's right. Reid smiled, "I've dealt with something like this before, and it's boring, but in that person, some of the details mentioned in the previous men's records have been verified: that when they leave that strange place or strange person, there will be a little bit of gold dust left on their clothes. ”

Calvin followed Reed's gaze to his sleeve.

A ray of sunlight fell right on Calvin's body, and there was really a thin layer of golden powder on his clothes and □□ on the skin, which was completely invisible without careful observation.

"It's—"

Calvin glared warily at his sleeve, his mind searching for other reasons to explain the scene.

Reed's low laugh from his throat landed like a feather in his ears.

"There is also evidence that these powders give off a faint, myrrh-like and **-like smell......"

Before Calvin could react, Reed had already taken Calvin's hand.

His hot fingertips landed on Calvin's cold wrist, and like an ancient knight kissing a noble lady, he lifted Calvin's hand, then bowed his head slightly, and sniffed at the back of the latter's hand.

And when Calvin almost jumped up and punched him again, he preemptively put on a casual appearance and pushed Calvin's hand over.

"The smell is faint now, but I think you can smell it. ”

He said calmly.

Calvin's body stiffened, and he glared at Reid in disbelief, feeling that this guy's suspicion level was rising again, but he couldn't help but sniff the back of his hand as Reed said.

Then, he froze.

It was a very faint and ethereal taste, like the ashes of the aroma, faintly remaining on his warm skin.

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