The author has something to say: the state is too bad......

Today's chapter doesn't match the preface, so let's revise it tomorrow......

Vigilli was stunned for a moment, his eyes becoming moist and sad.

Calvin didn't realize anything was wrong until he said it, and he almost thought that Virgili would cry like a little girl—of course, this young man with sweet green eyes had never done such a gaffe, but Calvin had such inexplicable worries and worries.

"Virgilli, you know that I don't dislike you or ......"

"I know. ”

Vigilli interrupted Calvin, and he smiled reluctantly at the other.

"I can understand, you're going through a tough time - I'll find a way to wake Reed. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

Calvin whispered.

"It really doesn't matter, I really can't help after all - I mean the weird aspects. Virgili bit his lip, "I'm just sorry I can't help, you know, after you left, Mercer was so upset that it almost ran out, so I had to replace it." Maybe I should let Reed ......"

Virgilli's words made Calvin feel even more embarrassed. He hadn't forgotten how Vigili rushed out when he was so weak and flustered just now, and then gave him that hug without hesitation.

Calvin didn't notice that Vicgilli's weak, moist eyes were watching him invisibly.

Vigili spies greedily on Calvin, and the latter's guilt and panic are in some ways a sign of his concern and importance for Vigilli. And that alone is enough to offset the little emotional trauma that Virgili has just suffered.

Oh, and of course, even a cunning and nasty liar like Virgili can be emotionally traumatized. You must know that what he just said was not made up to fool Calvin.

After feeling Mother's intense emotions, Vickyli did force the stupid dog back into his consciousness rather eagerly.

He did contribute his concern and concern to Calvin......

But realistically, maybe Calvin didn't need that. He didn't need a soft, cute pet puppy-like Vicky, but a more reliable, sexy, and a little occult Reed.

That is, the red deer.

Oh yes, that's the Red Deer, after all—their main personality, their sleeping "Majesty".

Vicili thought sourly in his heart.

He skillfully provoked Calvin's emotions, almost coldly making the other party more guilty and uncomfortable. He wanted to go further, but Fugg emerged from the darkness.

[Virgilly, you'd better be a little more restrained. 】

Fugg said with that disgusting steadyness.

[Calvin's aura isn't quite right, we do need further confirmation from Red Deer - don't forget, there's a disgusting guy waiting behind the "door" to make a move.] What we were dealing with that night was not the usual garbage, and its presence was a threat to Calvin, in fact, I suspect it would be a serious threat to all of us. This is not the time for us to engage in self-struggle and self-consumption, and you must restrain your willfulness. 】

Virgilius followed Fugg's footsteps.

This time his muttering wasn't entirely out of jealousy—

Oh my God, now it's my problem. It's as if a few of us don't know that Red Deer is actually wrong. 】

We are one and the same with him. You know. 】

[As if it were true, please, Fugg, you and I, as well as Heath and Moses, know that we just can't help it, and it's probably because we hate each other so much that we're trapped in the same body and suffering.] The Red Deer guy never treated us as a part of him—]

[You're losing judgment of who you are, Virgilly, it's not just Red Deer who's becoming wrong. 】

If before that, only a faint shadow and jealousy haunted Vigilli, now that emotion full of negative abilities has developed into outright hatred.

Vigilli's eyes were pale in reality.

Even in a fierce quarrel with his companions, in reality, Virgili still did not show any clues. His breathing was just getting a little rapid, and his eyeballs were moving behind his eyelids.

Throughout, however, Virgili kept a glimmer of attention on Calvin.

At this moment, he could clearly feel Calvin's hands touching his body, Calvin's hands were cold and still soft.

"Vigilli? Are you alright?

Calvin's voice hazes into the depths of the sea of consciousness. Virgili knew that his state must have caught the man's attention...... Perhaps there is a special touch of concern left to him alone.

Thinking of this, that sweet pain gnawed at his heart.

Every touch of the nature of the examination was a fire in the nerve endings of Vigili at this time.

Jealousy, jealousy and hatred between personalities are actually quite ridiculous, whether they want to or not, they are always each other's enemies trapped in the same shell.

And from the angel - Calvin's love -

But it's so precious, so scarce that it's not enough at all.

[Don't forget how weird he was before, he even let Moser appear and take his place, who knows what he's running away from.] The thing behind the door definitely has a lot to do with him, and honestly I think we should at least figure out the basic makeup of that guy, instead of muttering at the bottom of our consciousness like we are now......] Vigili said coldly.

Fuge didn't express it in words, but there was no way to hide any secrets between them in the first place (except for Red Deer), and his emotions came out almost at the same time, and the emperor gave it to the other person present.

[At this point,] Fugg indifferently stopped the conversation, "Vigilly, Red Deer is waking up. 】

Anger lurks in Vigilli's consciousness.

Although communication is no longer through words, Vicchi's anger and resentment are gradually becoming thick in the sea of consciousness, pitch black, Moser begins to roar, and the outline of Histu begins to blur and illusory again.

Angry and annoyed, Fugg issued a new warning, and his warning reached Vicili's consciousness with a contemptuous sneer.

【Heh——】

……

Calvin watched the man in front of him with some panic and slowly opened his eyes.

It was just a blink of an eye, but the other party was very different from the person a few seconds ago.

"Oh, Reed......"

Calvin was relieved by Reed's sexy, deep eyes.

It was a relief to be able to avoid Virgilly for a while, and Calvin was skeptical, and Reed was aware of it.

"Calvin. ”

He smiled slightly at Calvin, his eyes as steady as a rock by the sea.

In comparison, Vicili is of course very cute, but his cuteness is like the grass and flowers on the edge of the stone, or some young shy little boy who does not know the world, Calvin always wants to pamper the other person, but he really does not know how to do it.

And......

Calvin stared at Reed's calm face.

He realized with some novelty that maybe he did like Reed's type—he had some subtle resemblance to Dr. Holden.

It seemed to know something, but it never said much.

And that ability to see everything makes them appear calm and wise.

To put it simply, he's quite secure. At this point, he was almost a natural lover with Calvin, who was fragile and terrified by nature.

……

Of course, these complex emotions are beyond the comprehension of Calvin at the moment. All he knew was that after Reed's appearance, the uneasiness that had been haunting his body since today's incident had gradually subsided.

"What's going on? You look upset......"

Reed asked softly.

"I think I'm in the midst of an unprecedented paranormal crisis? If I told you I thought I could see ghosts, would you think I'd be crazy?"

Calvin whispered.

"You know I'll never think like that, tell me, Calvin, what the hell is going on?"

Calvin recounted the unbelievable things to Reed, the first lewd man, David who appeared in order to cooperate with the other party, and the chilling discomfort that David brought him.

Of course, Calvin repeated the most the women who followed David, including the tragic situation of those women, and the starvation of the children.

Calvin was inevitably slightly agitated in the process, his wings flapping and flapping, making him feel more and more upset.

"Holy shit, when am I going to get rid of this—"

Calvin's mood was on the verge of collapse.

But Reed's reaction made Calvin feel reassured and, of course, a little confused.

"I don't think it's anything, it's not a big problem. ”

Reid said steadily, his gaze resting on the wings on Calvin's back.

"What?"

"Those ghosts, if you think they're ghosts, I don't think it's a big deal. Reed raised his hand as he spoke, his movements so natural, his fingertips flicking vaguely over the edges of the wings on Calvin's back.

He controlled the distance between himself and Calvin's fingertips rather delicately. He hadn't really touched Calvin's wings, but he couldn't even fit a newspaper between his fingertips and feathers.

But Calvin couldn't help but wince slightly.

It was as if a faint electric current ran between Reed's wings and down the back of his neck.

"But as you mentioned earlier, the Adventist once noticed your back. Honestly, that's what worries me the most. ”

Reid said.

And Calvin's body stiffened.

"You mean...... He ......"

"I think he'll think there's something wrong with your back, but for a short time, let's hope he doesn't associate your back with the wings......" Reed sighed as if unintentionally, his gaze resting on Calvin's face.

"I hope he didn't see your face clearly, too. Otherwise, a young man with the appearance of an angel and a strange rise on his back, combined with the Advent faction's group of trash who are brainwashing the so-called Holy Son day after day, may realize for a moment that you actually have wings. Little by little, the blood on Calvin's face faded, and Reed licked his eyes greedily at all his weakness and paleness.

Unconsciously, Calvin gently gnawed on his knuckles, he was so helpless that even Reed's throat moved slightly, and a wave of hunger and thirst spread from the depths of his heart.

"But it's a small chance, you don't have to think about it that much - don't forget, the cult full of crook members is still pretending you're still there. They had their own Son, but I don't think the man's name was Calvin. ”

In one word, Reed broke the predicament that the Adventists were now facing.

He noted with great satisfaction that Calvin's mood swings were entirely in his own hands, and that when he said so, Calvin was noticeably calmer. A secret pleasure thus flows slowly through the blood and cells of the red deer.

Calvin wiped his face a little sullenly, "I put on my makeup seriously whenever I go out, damn it, do you think I should get some Hollywood facial effect clay? Maybe put a few pustules or tumors on my face-"

"But even then you'll be as beautiful as Adonis at the water's edge. Although it was Adonis with pus pockets and tumors on his face. Trust me, you'll only get the attention of others more easily, and the attention of others is probably the last thing you need right now. ”

Reed paused, then continued to speak sweet, almost fleshy words casually, "By the way, no matter what kind of makeup you make, in my mind you are always the most wonderful and dazzling being in the world. ”

Calvin looked at Reed with some discomfort, and the latter curled his lips and said with a casual joke smile, "Many times I want to lock you up alone, in some secret place that only I know, so that those disgusting men will no longer follow your beauty." ”

"Poof......

Calvin finally burst out laughing.

"Come on, Reed, you really looked like one of those movie villains. ”

"Maybe I am. ”

Reed lay down on the couch with ease, letting the unusually comfortable couch engulf him.

"Then I'm afraid I'm going to become the villain's follower?"

Calvin whispered narrowly at Reed. He felt a little embarrassed to talk to Reed like he was now, but he quickly overcame his mental obstacles.

Then Calvin heard Reed say he would find a way to deal with the man. Of course, Reed was very careful not to use the word "dispose" in front of Calvin, and he did not explain his plan to Calvin in detail. But perhaps because of his strong and unjustified confidence in Reed, Calvin didn't ask too much.

Then, Reed suddenly reached out and patted Calvin's face.

"Then what we should do next is simple-"

Calvin's eyes widened in surprise.

"Next ......"

"Let's go to dinner, I'm hungry, and you need a little energy. ”

Reed winked at Calvin somewhat innocently, and at this moment, he looked almost indistinguishable from Virgilly.

…………

……

Zakius Vicari was panting in his room, looking around at the mess around him, and it took him a moment to remember that he had just lost his temper in the room.

From the dining room to the living room and then to the living room on the second floor.

The remains of furniture and porcelain were everywhere the eye could see, and Zakius Vicari found some familiar patterns in the broken porcelain shards, and he realized with great pain that he had just broken some antiques that he had bought with extra small pockets some time ago.

By the way, he doesn't know anything about antiques, but he likes that way of spending money.

A small, suppressed sob, sneering sob, staccato came from the bathroom on the other side of the bedroom, apparently struggling to restrain his instinct to cry.

Zakius Vicari, or "David" as we should call him now, sat hunched over the edge of the bed, his arms resting on his thighs, his thick hands covering his face.

He just stayed like that for a while, feeling like he was finally much better.

He no longer trembled, no longer went berserk.

Then David slowly stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

A young woman lies limply on the floor hunched like a gutted dog, her eyes hollow and her eyes swollen into a thin slit.

Her whole body was dragged down to the ground, and her bony skin was covered with large bruises and scars, some of which were already dull grayish-yellow, but more of which were freshly purplish-red.

Next to her was a mop that had been broken.

That mop is now ridiculously piled between the toilet and the bathroom cabinet.

"Oh, my little pathetic. ”

David sat down next to the woman, and he said pityingly, a hand gently touching the woman's shoulder—the woman trembled a little, but did not hide from it.

She was just stiff like a rock.

"Don't cry, baby, it should hurt you to cry now. ”

David softened his voice and persuaded patiently.

Of course he was right, the woman's eyes now looked like they had been stuffed alive with two purple-red, bulging baseballs. Salty tears will stimulate the swollen eyeball the most.

He fumbled and grabbed the woman's hand, as if to cheer the other party up.

But soon, that small, suppressed sobbing became louder.

David felt his nerves start to pound, but he didn't want to fall into that runaway state again—the state of venting like crazy and smashing all his favorite furniture.

And he couldn't help beating his young wife.

Women always scream when their fists love her soft flesh, and this scream is very decompressing.

He could only speak to the other party very painfully: "I'm sorry, but today...... You did put me in a bad mood today. Baby, I feel very sad every time I see your wounds and the way you are now......"

David said as he pressed his hand to his chest.

The woman looked at Reid through the purple □□ that had finally appeared through her swollen eyelids.

"I'm sorry. ”

After a long time, the woman spoke in a voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"It's me who is so wrong, I shouldn't be willful, I shouldn't lose my temper indiscriminately......"

With every word she spoke, David gently stroked her back with her voice.

"But I know you're not a bad girl. ”

He said tolerantly to the woman, who had goosebumps on her arm.

The girl's body exuded an air of decay and weakness, like a sheep that had slit its throat and drained the blood but had not had time to die.

But let's be honest, David's "sorry" on this night is a real apology in the rare sense. He really shouldn't let his emotions go like that. David said to himself, maybe someone is really watching him, snooping on him?

Otherwise, why would the most secret things that happened in his house be told by a young man with an unfamiliar face this afternoon?

He even knew what was happening in Mexico!

David feels like he's going crazy, he's always handled everything well, his wives are well-behaved (and occasionally petty disobedient, of course), and his children have their own unique talents. Whenever something went wrong, he would have his wives put on that innocent look and tell the doctors who came to the rescue that she had accidentally fallen down the stairs - every of David's children and his wife was careless and easily fell down the stairs.

And hardly anyone had any suspicions about David.

Except this afternoon, the man who covered his face with a hat.

Recalling the feeling of being crawled over by a snake when the man was pressed against his skin, David couldn't help but want to tremble.

But even he didn't know what the other party had done.

The young man even made David incontinent, unable to move, covered in and urine to be carried to the ambulance, believing that he would be the object of other people's whispers in the neighborhood for years to come.

"Damn ......"

David muttered to himself.

"Mom, Daddy?"

At this moment, a child's childish voice came from outside the door. 166 Reading Network