"I need some clues, real clues. ”

The man who hurried to the chamber of distress after being summoned had a calm face that did not match his mad mind.

He was dressed in a black robe like the attendants, no more than forty years old, but his hair had turned a gray color that seemed to be dyed.

His cheeks were thin and narrow, and the tip of his nose was high, which made him look like a canine with a gray mane at some angle, when in fact he was a pretty useful hound in Joshua's possession, who found him himself and tamed him.

He fell to his stomach the moment he saw Joshua, and he kissed the latter's bare toes.

After hearing Joshua's request, he quietly suggested that he needed more information.

It has to be said that being able to talk to Joshua so calmly is enough to prove that as one of the four elders at the top of the Advent, Kara does have a considerable degree of favor here in Joshua.

"Clues...... Light...... True angels are shrouded in brilliance......"

Joshua curled up in a rather contorted position in a golden cage built for him, muttering nervously, then gnawing his fingers hard until his joints were a blur of flesh.

The scene was weird, but Kara wasn't touched in the slightest.

In fact, all those who had access to Joshua up close and personal had become accustomed to his ability to fall into illusion and trance.

Fanatical believers spontaneously believe that it is a state of divine possession, and that if they can maintain a little normal mind (which is very rare among Adventist attendants), it is easy to justify Joshua's obvious abnormality.

This young man had grown up in this crazy organization as the Son of God, the miracle God had given to mankind, and he could get almost anything he wanted, satisfying anything he could think of. This tendency became even more pronounced after he showed some special ability during his adolescence, and the group of old elders, many of whom were not religious, were grateful for his presence.

But...... In a way, Joshua was so pathetic.

In order to be able to disguise himself as the former Calvin in front of believers, he was considered "ugly in appearance", and underwent hundreds of plastic surgeries. Carla had investigated the plastic surgeries when he was an undercover CIA, and he swore that some of them were more harsh and dehumanizing punishments than plastic surgery.

And Joshua was like some kind of sad little beast that grew up in ignorance in honey and venom.

As long as people who know his past will be more or less full of tolerance and love for him.

Carla is one of them. He was undercover and so, and after his body and soul were completely transformed by Joshua, the feeling of sympathy and pity that had once existed was retained.

"You're hurting yourself. ”

He opened his gray eyes and whispered to Joshua.

Joshua stopped, he turned his head to look at Kara, and after a few seconds of pause, he reached out and pulled a thin dagger from Kara's calf. He shoved the tip of the dagger into Kara's mouth and slashed hard at either side.

The corners of Kara's mouth were easily sliced open by the dagger.

A large amount of blood gushed out, and he covered his mouth.

But he didn't cry out.

Instead, Joshua stared at his huge jester-like wound that grinned at either side, and let out a sharp grin.

Hidden in a black robe, Kara was covered in layers of similar wounds - remember what people had said about him in the first place? He was a dog domesticated by Joshua himself.

Joshua's laughter lasted for a moment, then came to an abrupt end.

The fragile and neurotic son of the Advent staggered back to the corner where he had been, and gnawed his fingers again.

There was silence in the Hall of Suffering, except for the faint sound of blood dripping from Kara's cheeks.

The attendants stared at Kara with burning eyes, some of them with tiny sparks that almost sparked like real beasts.

Just when Kara thought this was the only possible message he could get, Joshua's body suddenly twitched.

Immediately afterward, he began to shake his body back and forth, and his head began to shake as if he had been electrocuted.

"Hee-hee-hee-"

An extremely horrific laugh squeezed out of his distorted face (his face always looked weird when it was too big because of the large amount of silicone filling).

Kara was close to Joshua, so he clearly saw the change in the latter.

In a short moment, many small black dots appeared in Joshua's eye sockets, and the black dots were next to his pupils, and after a few seconds, those dense black dots began to expand and grow.

They become new, round pupils.

In Joshua's wide-open eyes, the negative pupils squeezed together in layers, like the inner pulp of some special black pomegranate.

The whites of Joshua's eyes turned black with several bumps.

Then it was back to normal in the blink of an eye.

It all happened very quickly—and only a former agent like Kara, who had undergone the most professional training, could have captured Joshua's physical abnormality and the creepy details in such a short moment.

There was a subtle hint of fear and nausea in the depths of his chaotic, numb brain.

But soon that feeling faded away.

In reality, the rest of the black-clad attendants saw only Joshua, who was constantly twitching, and Kara, who was lying silently beside the man.

Just as some of the waiters were almost unable to contain their hunger and thirst rushing towards Kara, Joshua's body suddenly went limp.

"Thank you to my Father in heaven—thank you for my earthly blood—"

A high-pitched, shape-shifting voice squeezed out of Joshua's throat.

It means he's finally back to normal.

Immediately afterward, Joshua turned his head to look at Kara in a strange gesture.

"I saw visions. ”

He blinked nervously, and then he said to Kara.

"I had a glimpse of the supreme being in my vision...... I saw him...... Standing on top of the ark, and the great ark, made of jewels and glass, it was burning. Statues of gold, life-size statues of angels are falling, shattering. The sinners had fire burning on their bodies and fell into the icy sea in screams and pain before being carried away by the black serpent. ”

"That's God's punishment...... Brother with ...... That darkness...... Call...... He had a dog with him...... No...... Deer...... A black dog with twelve antlers...... Waiting by his side. ”

Joshua's expression became agitated at the mention of Calvin, and a small bead of sweat soaked from the tip of his nose.

Kara frowned slightly.

At first, he almost thought that Joshua was talking about the vague, ambiguous and divine vision.

But he quickly reacted, and it could be a rather important clue.

Because Joshua mentions the "ark."

Not long ago, Kara had seen that plan at the Presbyterian Church - the Adventists now have thousands of churches, large and small, and hundreds of newly established "angel towns". But what they have is just a stronghold on land.

And there are some believers who pray to the upper echelons that they need more churches, not only on land, but also in the sea and in the sky.

The "Ark" is the proposal put forward by these people, and it is quite great, quite amazing. It refers to a mobile floating platform built by a group of devout billionaire believers, which is very stable and secure, and the interior space is unusually large, and can easily accommodate tens of thousands of people to pray and bless in it.

It is said that there will also be twelve statues of pure gold angels the size of Joshua, as well as more jewels and offerings.

Of course, Kara didn't really care about those things, and he knew that to the other elders, the opinions of "dogs" like him didn't matter. But many in the Elder Body were quite interested in the proposal—not on the damn twelve golden sculptures, of course not, on the fact that the pontoons were moving.

In this way, the pontoon can even carry tens of thousands of its followers into the open sea. In that region, there are many "activities" that were previously hampered by law and influence that could be further developed.

However, some of the more conservative elders have been hesitant about this plan, and what lies beneath it, and the entire Ark project is still in a state of tug-of-war, and Joshua is not aware of it.

But now, through Joshua's fragmented words, Kara can easily tell that the scene he depicts takes place in the future "ark."

All the vague clues suddenly became clear at this moment, and Kara felt the hunger and thirst—the bloodlust and pleasure that the hounds had hidden in their instincts when they smelled the prey in the jungle, were beating at his soul and nerves.

"My great Il, my light and my shepherd......"

Kara kissed Joshua's foot again with her bleeding lips.

"I will do as you command, find your blood relatives, and find the ...... of Calvin's son"

……

Unbeknownst to Calvin, some kind of vision, and the morbid attachment and infatuation of his brother, whom he had never met, was running wildly under the behemoth of normal society.

The behemoth was formless and silent, but its tentacles pierced into every crevice of the land—with money, coercion, faith, and the naïve stupidity that comes with human beings, it spread like cancer in normal human cells.

Of course, in the past, the Adventists have not given up on finding Calvin, but never have they given up on giving it their all.

Countless phone calls rang in the light or in the dark.

Countless people have received secret messages with the Advent symbol in their secret mailboxes.

Countless people rushed out of their rooms, ignoring the confused inquiries of their family members behind them, and started the car with only a thin bag on their backs, and drove to an unfamiliar destination.

There are countless people who perfunctory their lovers, children, or friends, and the smiles on their faces disappear the moment they turn around, and then they slowly walk to their garage or basement, and reach for the most secret box......

……

And all this, Calvin did not know.

For he was in a state of dizziness, between sober and drunk.

Let's turn back a little bit and go back a little bit to the time when Calvin found himself having wings growing back on his back.

He thought he was going mad - his nightmare wings were back - before he could cut the damn deformity off completely.

But even Calvin himself did not expect that his spirit did not collapse as easily as he thought.

This is probably because deep down in his heart, he may have had a faint premonition of all this.

"I knew it was going to be a mess. ”

Draped in a white bath towel, Calvin sat naked on the luxurious Iranian-made wool carpet of the Sapphire Royal Hotel.

He gulped down a glass of vodka before grabbing his hair and muttering to himself.

"Calvin ......"

Reed sat next to him with his knees together.

At the moment when Calvin "banged" and rudely slammed the crystal wine glass from Turkey on the coffee table, he quickly took the poor wine glass, and then held the wine bottle and poured the clear liquor into the glass like the most docile and skilled Japanese Ginza mother.

But his next move was not so "mama-san", he grabbed the glass with some hesitation, and spied Calvin's face in confusion and panic.

From an outsider's point of view, the beautiful man with green eyes seemed to be full of hesitation, and he was very entangled in whether to let Calvin continue to drink.

In fact, he knew very well that Calvin was trying to numb his nerves with vodka and whiskey.

"Shhhh

But no sooner had he said Calvin's name than Calvin raised his index finger and tapped it lightly on his lips.

"I'm trying to figure out how to stay calm, you know. ”

As he spoke, Calvin raised an eyebrow at Reed, and behind him, the tiny wings flapped at the same time under the towel covering.

Calvin's expression froze slightly as a result.

"It's disgusting—"

He struck a stirring and whispered, then he reached out and snatched his glass back from Reed's hand and swallowed it.

Reed observes Calvin in detail. His gaze rested on Calvin's flushed cheeks and lips, and the liquor that had not had time to swallow completely, fine beads of sweat, transparent droplets of water slid down Calvin's delicate chin all the way to the delicate Adam's apple, and finally continued down in the other party's swallowing, all the way to the smooth chest......

Calvin was in a very different state than usual, he was neither calm (his uncoolness became a little more pronounced every time his wings flapped because of his emotions), but also not completely hysterical. It was as if he was engaged in a very difficult, even painful self-persuasion.

Convince yourself to accept the existence of the pair of wings.

And such a Calvin is undoubtedly quite cute to Reed—maybe a little too cute.

Reed felt his blood boil and burn all over his body, a tyrannical beastly rush along his every nerve.

Whenever Reed's gaze fell on Calvin, a myriad of rather unspeakable scenes and scenes would come to his mind.

His back was covered in cold sweat from muscle tension, and Reed had to force his legs together to maintain his basic disguise in Calvin, even when he was drunk. Even if the posture made him look frightened and a little clumsy, it couldn't help it.

Yes, he finally restrained all his thoughts and all of them.

Even if it brought a huge physical burden to Reed, it was this torture-like self-restraint that made Reed's heart swell deeper and more viscous sweetness.

Wait a little longer.

Reed said to himself.

He had to wait a little longer, like waiting for the shriveled buds to swell, for the green fruit to ripen. As he thought so, Reed felt as if his heart was beating a little slower, and the tip of his tongue was slightly sweet, brought about by a strong anticipation of a future scene.

"I really hate the world, God ......"

Calvin was unaware of the scorching black tide surging in the hearts of the people around him.

His gaze stared at the empty cup.

His wings swung slowly behind his back because of his emotions, and the towel nearly slipped off several times, and when Calvin rudely grabbed the corner of the towel and tried to pull it up to his shoulder, the friction of his wings against the soft surface of the towel made him shiver.

"I'm going to cut this damn thing off-"

Realizing that the pair of wings were now even more sensitive than the rest of his body, Calvin erupted in a series of small curses.

"Actually, those wings are pretty cute. ”

Reed clenched tightly to the lining of his mouth, his voice becoming a little strange from the restraint of his excess.

Thankfully, Calvin didn't have the heart to notice him right now.

But Reed still couldn't help but look at Calvin's back, and every pronunciation of the sentence came from his heart.

Calvin rubbed his forehead, and then he ran a handful of his hair hard. Under the influence of alcohol, his eyes were moist and bright.

"I should have had it removed sooner, I had a hunch, really, I knew it when it didn't hurt in my back, it was going to grow damn it, and it wouldn't let me go. ”

Calvin kept repeating that at this moment, he was indeed a little drunk.

"But at least your current wings won't be a burden on you...... I mean, it's not that bad compared to when you were a kid. ”

Reed softened his voice, and he poured himself a glass of wine in an attempt to calm himself down.

In fact, he was right, and the regrown wings on his back were a little more slender and delicate than the heavy wings that Calvin remembered were burdensome of them. And most importantly, the pair of wings seems to be retractable. Of course, it's unlikely that they'll be fully absorbed into Calvin's body, which would be too fantastical. What really worked were the two dents that had previously appeared on Calvin's back. When Calvin's wings are fully extended, they are smoothed by the stretching of his skin and muscles, but when the wings are contracted, the space between the two indentations should theoretically be just right for Calvin to retract his wings.

But the reason why it was only "theoretically" was because Calvin was unusually resistant to facing his wings (he preferred to cover them with a bath towel and pretend he couldn't see them), and until this moment he had not allowed Reed to study the wings further.

"I think you might as well try and put your wings away, I think that part exists to put away those wings - it looks like your body has finally learned how to live with your wings this time. ”

Reid didn't give up.

The few bottles of spirits left over from the ice bar in the luxury suite played an unexpected role.

A bottle of vodka and two bottles of gin, as well as a bottle of whiskey.

Calvin's eyes grew hazy.

Reed tentatively ripped open the unsightly bath towel, and Calvinse winced and let out a smirk.

"Oh, don't ...... It's so itchy......"

His voice became sweet and hoarse.

Calvin nodded dumbly when Reid told him to lie down on the couch so that he could take a closer look at the pair of wings.

"Don't hurt me. ”

He looked at Reed with that soft, trusting gaze.

Reed had to bite the tip of his tongue, trading the faint pain for some more self-control.

"I swear, I won't. ”

Then he leaned over to Calvin, who was lying obediently on the couch.

Probably because of the relaxation of the spirit, the pair of wings no longer flapped nervously, they were obediently and securely covered on Calvin's back, and with the delicate and white skin of the young man like alabaster, and the graceful and delicate outline of the back, the white wings were like some kind of work of art used to decorate the back.

Reed held his breath and slowly covered his hand.

"Hmm......"

Calvin let out a low cry, but did not resist any more.

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down Reed's cheek.

The muscles of his whole body were trembling slightly, but his hands were like machines, unusually gentle, unusually stable.

He then slowly nudged Calvin's wings toward the recess at his shoulder blades.

Just as he thought, the pair of wings were taken in.

The author has something to say: I don't really want to write about Joshua's plot......

Alas, the little young man is actually quite pitiful. 166 Reading Network