If there had to be something strange to Calvin, it was the handwriting on the comfort card—they were so beautiful, so balanced, so wonderful, that only someone trained in handwriting could write. To be honest, Calvin didn't think anyone among the suitors who buzzed around him like a fly smelling nectar could write something like that.

Calvin should have been able to detect the subtlety of something was wrong, but he was so tired that the funeral had drained all his energy and brains, and he carried the heavy enamelled iron pots (which he learned to be expensive long afterward) into his cramped apartment, and shoved them haphazardly into the fridge. He quickly forgot about the pot of stewed beef, until Izak found it.

“…… Ah, if you're going to eat it, you'd better make sure there's no □□ in it. ”

Calvin poked his head out of the bathroom and shouted at Isaac.

"What?"

Isaac turned his head back in shock, his mouth stained with sauce and his tongue frozen on his jaw.

Thanks to the small size of the apartment, even at the bathroom door, Calvin could see the half-empty pot in Isaac's hand at a glance.

"When I didn't say it. ”

Calvin rubbed his temples and said with a blank face.

"I didn't taste anything suspicious...... Maybe ......" Isaac put the pot on the coffee table and looked down at the pot of beef stew uncertainly, and after a while he suddenly jumped up, "Wait, □□? You often encounter people □□ you are being ?!"

"And alcohol, hallucinogens, drugs...... You can think of a qiē thing that would get me into bed. ”

Calvin shrugged, but immediately he let out a cry of pain.

"Damn—"

", you didn't even sue me about this—"

"I thought you should be able to tell I'm used to this, 'Detective'. Calvin said flatly, swiping his finger lightly on his face, "With it my troubles have not been less since I was a child, have you forgotten?"

The tired wrinkles on Isaac's face deepened, revealing the stinging face that Calvin didn't like to see.

"Hey, man, you don't have to stay here......"

Calvin retracted his head back into the bathroom, and he closed the door.

"We've talked about this many times, Isaac Isaac, I didn't nag you when you went to be a strip - stop here, give me some energy to deal with my damn back. ”

Calvin said without mercy that he knew his words would cause Azac pain, and just as he had imagined, the door immediately became quiet.

Calvin closed his eyes, breathing deeply as if he were about to squeeze the last breath of air out of his lungs, then he opened the glass mirror, took the anti-inflammatory pills in the yellow plastic bottle from the closet behind the mirror, and stuffed the bitter pills down his throat.

He stood in that position in front of the mirror for a moment, then twisted his body in silence, and in a rather distorted posture laboriously observed his back from the mirror.

Just as Izak had told him, there was nothing but two wounds on his back that had begun to turn red and swollen—and yet the eyes he had seen in the barroom before were so vivid and real that Calvin could even recall the greed and lust that hung out of those red eyes, and it took him considerable effort to convince himself that they were nothing more than hallucinations.

"Calm down, Calvin. ”

Calvin propped his hands on the edge of the pool, and he looked up and muttered to his pale face in the mirror.

"It's not the first time you've hallucinated, you just need to calm down. ”

He continued.

Just as there was always a shortage of men and women in his life who wanted to sleep with him, there was never a lack of hallucinations in his life.

Dr. Holden helped Calvin remove the pair of wings that had almost crushed the boy's entire life at a filthy underground clinic, but many years had passed since that day, and Calvin still felt that the wings were still on his back.

He still had back pain, felt the weight on him, and many times he even felt someone caressing and fiddling with them. His wounds were very inexplicable - they did not heal completely for a full fifteen years - they were always repetitively infected, inflamed, suppurated, and slightly better after high doses of antibiotics and anti-inflammatories. The bone-chilling pain sliced back and forth at his back for a long time, like a revenge on the wings he had abandoned.

"Hula, hula, hula. ”

Other times, Calvin felt that all he had to do was tense the muscles of his shoulder blades, and he could hear the sound of his wings lapping in the air in the swollen pain of the bruising.

These are all hallucinations.

"Your brain always feels like they're there. ”

Dr. Holden always told him that at the beginning, Calvin would weep at the terrible feeling of emptiness and pain, and that the old man would squeeze Calvin's back with ice in a state of worry, and he would have Calvin stretch out his arms in front of a huge mirror.

“…… The brain is stupid, and you've been in pain with those wings for so long, so even if I cut them out, your brain still stubbornly thinks you have a pair of wings, and that those wings will give you pain as always. Look up and look at yourself, Calvin, and you have to let yourself know that there are no wings left. ”

The old man's hoarse voice seemed to echo in Calvin's ears once more.

"There are no 'angels', no 'children of light', no 'Il'. It's just you, Calvin, it's just you in this world. ”

……

"Fuck you. ”

Calvin cursed at his wounds. He swallowed two more pills—far more than the maximum dose he had taken—and then he gave himself a shower before finally shaking himself out.

Calvin actually stiffened a little when he opened the door, and he didn't know if he could face Isaac normally, who was always gouging out his wounds, but he soon realized that he didn't need to worry about this: Isaac was already lying on the couch and falling asleep tiredly.

Calvin stood beside the couch and watched him for a moment, laboriously lifting his legs up the couch. Isaac muttered twice, found a comfortable position on the couch and continued to fall asleep.

"Good night, man. ”

Calvin said softly to him.

Then, he was also extremely tired, and he only had time to lie down on the bed, and he could no longer control the Sandman to take away all consciousness.

There was silence in Calvin's apartment.

Of course, you can still hear a lot of sounds in this apartment, Isaac snoring, the apartment occupants on the top of the building doing yoga, her fat hips and thighs thumping on the floor, accompanied by the faint wacky Indian music, under the windowsill, two or more wild cats screaming for mating, the occasional car passing by in the narrow road, and the sound of the engine passing through the room with the white glow of the headlights......

It was an environment that Calvin and Isaac had long been accustomed to, and they slept soundly, as peacefully as babies in their mother's arms.

Then the shadow under Calvin's bed moved.

A pale hand slowly poked out of the black shadow, first the fingers, then the long narrow palms, arms, shoulders...... Then a man's face slowly peeked out from under Calvin's bed.

He stared at the edge of Calvin's bed for a few moments before slowly crawling out from under Calvin's bed.

With soft, curly brown hair and minty eyes that grew pale in the dark, Calvin would have been shocked to find that Mr. Vicili, who had disappeared beyond the bar steps like Cinderella, was standing by his bedside.

My darling, my angel. 】

Virgilli's thin lips twitched, and in the back of his mind, a voice whispered excitedly.

[I want to lick his toes, his knees, I want ......]

[Shut up, Virgilly.] 】

Fuge screamed in frustration as she screamed through Virgilli's body.

[Hasn't the Red Deer taught you a lesson?

[I was just careless...... Theoretically, it is impossible for a normal person to see me. 】

Virgili licked his gums, staring hungrily over the lines of Calvin's body.

But Calvin was no ordinary man. Fugg retorted coldly, "Let me emphasize again, I know what you're thinking, please don't make any more boring excuses, you just want him to see you. 】

The corners of Vigilli's mouth curled with sweet curves.

He cautiously crouched down and brought his face close to Calvin's palm.

[That's right, I just want him to see me-]

[Even if he is frightened.] 】

[That's right, even if he will be frightened...... He still sees "me", the real "me" ......]

Vigili sniffed Calvin's hand intoxicated, then gently kissed Calvin's fingertips.

"Hmm-"

Calvin's hand moved, and he frowned slightly in his sleep, then he withdrew his hand and curled up to the other side of the bed.

Vigilli sighed.

He took a deep look at the small space that Calvin had vacated, and climbed onto the bed under Fugg's sharp protest.

"Crunch-"

The old mattress made a clear sound under Virgilli's movements.

Isaac interrupted his slight snoring for a split second, and he shifted positions on the couch.

Vigili remained still, and only then did he hear the snoring on the other end of the couch before he slowly put his hand on Calvin's waist.

His body trembled slightly with excitement.

[Virgili - What the hell are you doing?!]

[This is the last night...... Fugg ...... Calm down, he won't wake up, his painkillers and anti-inflammatories have your 'masterpiece' in them. The thought that I would never be able to sleep with him anymore filled my heart with pain. I've got to save up some memories for the next few moments, you know, so I don't go crazy......]

True, Calvin didn't know that he had an extra tenant in his apartment in the past few days.

Every night, Virgili lay quietly under the cheap second-hand bed, listening with wide eyes to every breath of Calvin on the mattress, feeling his every movement.

[You-]

[Don't refute it, we all know, in fact, you are also longing, don't forget that we are all just derivatives of Red Deer, if you don't have desires, I won't have either.] 】

Virgili said happily.

Fugg fell silent as if she had been punched.

Satisfied, Vicky lowered his eyes as he slipped his palm into Calvin's T-shirt and stroked his chest, his lips pressed against the sleeping beauty's neck, gently gripping the fragile neck with his teeth.

"Hmmm......"

Calvin's breathing became rapid, and he seemed to be in a deep nightmare, his brow furrowed, and his body struggled slightly.

His helpless appearance unsurprisingly satisfied Vigilli, who lifted his head, took Calvin's earlobe in his mouth, and sucked gently.

"Don't—"

Calvin muttered muttered.

[Vigilly, you're a little too 'excited'. 】

Once again, Fugg resurfaced in the upper echelons of consciousness, and he warned sternly.

One of Vicilly's hands had reached his crotch...... His movements stopped.

After a moment, he gasped and withdrew his hand.

[Okay, you're right, Fuge, I'm about to lose my grip. Virgili said hoarsely.

[Let me come out, before you mess up a qiē.] 】

【……】

In the dim light of the room, Vigilli's body suddenly froze.

After a moment, he reopened his eyes.

“……”

Calvin's emaciated shoulders and waist could be clearly seen from his direction, his eyes darkened, and after a short moment, he removed his hand from Calvin's body.

Fugg applied some medicine to the wound on Calvin's back, and under the effect of the colorless and odorless potion, the redness and swelling of the wound on Calvin's back subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye. He then climbed out of Calvin's bed, rearranged Calvin's clothes, and replaced Calvin's closet with sleeping pills back to their normal version.

Eventually, he returned to Calvin's bedside. Fugg pulled out his suitcase from under the bed, a blue suit with dark stripes on his arm, and unprescription glasses made of natural tortoiseshell on the bridge of his nose.

[Goodbye, my angel.] Looking forward to seeing you again. 】

He leaned down and whispered in Calvin's ear.

"Hmm......"

Calvin's body trembled slightly in his sleep, and he let out a whimper, curling himself tighter.

Fugg reached out, lingering for a moment in front of Calvin's furrowed brow, then retracted his hand.

Somewhat flustered, he pushed his spectacle frames and walked backwards away from Calvin's bedside.

[You're getting hard. 】

Vigili sneered in his head.

【Shut up】

With one hand on the door to the apartment, Fugg took one last look at Calvin before stepping into the darkness outside the apartment.

"Dah. ”

The door was shut.