Clearly, Calvin and Isaac had the same idea.

He stood there, looking at Isak, his face as pale as the moon, his pupils hidden under his contact lenses becoming as dull as a plastic sheet, and he reached out and grabbed Isaac by the sleeve.

"Oh my God. ”

Calvin's bloodless lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only muttered a low moan.

However, as brothers who had grown up together for many years, Calvin and Isaac did not need much language in the first place.

[Go back.] 】

Isaac gave Calvin a look, a message.

It's a completely knee-jerk protection - Isaac would never want Calvin to be found out to have anything to do with such perverted things.

Calvin's appearance did cause a lot of trouble when he was growing up, but for the Holdens, more than his appearance, there was something deep within Calvin's body that you can't put into words, but likely, some kind of bait, with a poisonous, dark scent, that lured the weird, broken-hearted, human-skinned twisters towards Calvin.

Some hurt others for Calvin's sake.

Some people would hurt themselves in order to get Calvin's attention.

Of course, there are those who will directly harm Calvin for the sake of the strange * that has grown in their souls.

Dr. Holden told Sù Izak and Calvin countless times that it was not Calvin's fault.

"You can't say it's because of your 'sinful' qualities that attract those people, my dear child, that darkness never attracts darkness...... Purity and light will be. ”

But Calvin really didn't know if it was just a resonance made up by Dr. Holden to keep him from going insane.

Aysaac was so close to Calvin that he felt Calvin tremble, and his dear brother seemed to be radiating a cold air of despair.

"Go back to the apartment, it's none of your business, Calvin. ”

Without a trace, Isaac nudged Calvin behind him.

But Calvin didn't act as he had hoped, he just stood there, his eyes over Isaac's shoulders staring at the "human cake" on the ground.

"It's Georgie...... Georgie Auston. ”

Calvin raised his eyes to look at Isaac and, as if he had spent a lifetime, squeezed the somewhat unfamiliar name out of his lips.

"What?" "I know that kid...... He was Billy's henchman...... Oh my God......"

Calvin covered his mouth with his hand, and he looked like he was about to throw up.

He remembered the lively look on the two of them yesterday when he threw Billy and Georgie out. The smooth skin of young people and the excessively surging heat, the scent of cheap hair wax on the hair...... Few people remember Georgie, the humble little henchman, but Calvin knew him - when he had just turned sixteen, Georgie tried to "dedicate himself" to Calvin at the instigation of alcohol and friends. It was a confession that seemed almost tragic because it was too oolong. Georgie had taken off all his clothes in front of Calvin, and he had a scar on his chest that had been left on him by a heart attack from his childhood.

What did Georgie say at the time? His eyes sparkled in the dim light of the bar, and the innocent sincerity that frightened Calvin burned like a flame in the young man's eyes.

"I could get a tattoo on this piece - how about writing your name?"

Calvin beat Georgie, but he remembered the scar on Georgie's chest - now it was like a white worm, lying lifeless on the corpse cake in front of Calvin.

Calvin felt his temples throb and a fierce despair welled up in his chest.

"He's ...... because of me"

A hoarse voice trembled on the tip of Calvin's tongue.

Aizac interrupted Calvin harshly before he could finish speaking.

"Let me repeat again, get out of here! Calvin, this, li, things, feelings, and you, no, have, any, what, relationship. He deliberately accentuated the last sentence.

Then, Isaac took out his ID card from his coat pocket and shook it at the frightened passers-by, and his body unconsciously blocked in front of Calvin.

"Police, keep back off – don't spoil the scene. ”

He said to the men, and his voice sounded like real police.

Calvin felt that Isaac's voice seemed to come from far away, as if someone had pierced his own skin, and that his soul and strength were pouring out of that small hole like air.

“…… Billy, and Billy. ”

He took a deep breath to calm himself down a bit, and then he sensed something even more terrifying.

"Georgie's kid is Billy's faithful henchman, they almost never leave, and if something happens to Georgie, I don't think Billy will be in a good situation - damn it-"

Calvin lowered his voice, the whites of his eyes bloodshot.

Isaac nodded grimly, and he pushed Calvin with his elbow.

"I know. ”

He said.

"Now you get out of here...... Trust me, man, I'll find a way to find that kid named Billy. ”

“……”

Calvin stared at him deadly, and after a few seconds, he put his hand in his pocket and walked towards the apartment. If someone who is not familiar with Calvin sees him now, he will probably think that this is just an ordinary ordinary person who has been disgusted by the bloody case in the early morning - even if the hands outside his sleeves are so clenched into fists that the joints have begun to turn white.

Behind him, with the sound of shrill sirens, the police were driven here in shabby black and white police cars.

The crowd is parting.

His brother was facing the ugly-looking officers......

……

A few hours later, a young man with minty eyes and curly brown hair walked into the cross bar with some restraint.

The atmosphere in the bar was even more dreary than the last time he had visited, the air had become unusually heavy, and a strong sense of stasis had lingered in the poorly lit space of the bar.

You can't expect a lot of customers in the bar even if it's not open hours, but the number of customers here today is just too low. The dilapidated jukebox in the corner was not touched, the headache-inducing outdated music was gone, and the whole bar felt even more shabby. The bartender was alone at the back of the bar, wiping a glass goblet with his eyes down, unaware that he had been doing so for a full ten minutes.

Something happened.

Virgili blinked, no one noticing that his pupils contracted slightly in the light, and he stopped next to the bar and held his leather schoolbag to his chest, making him look more like a childish college student.

"Hi. ”

He said hello to the bartender dryly.

The bartender still had his head down, seemingly intently wiping the glass.

“…… Are you alone today?"

Virgili muttered for a long time, he looked at the bartender in embarrassment, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

Now the bartender finally noticed the boy in front of him who didn't fit in with the bar - the bartender still remembered the young, innocent face of Vicky. However, when we first met, the bartender watched Vicili being teased with great energy, but today he looked a little tired.

"Your question sounds like you're trying to soak me, little white face. ”

The bartender continued to wipe the glass, and he glanced up at Vicchi, and his answer was unusually cold, in stark contrast to his previous attitude.

Where no one could see, Vigilli's fingers twitched slightly. On the surface...... though, The brown-haired young man instantly flushed with anger at the bartender's answer.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that. ”

Virgili slurred, deliberately clenching his purse a little.

"Who knows what you mean. ”

The bartender said impatiently.

Vigili frowned: "So...... Isn't Calvin here?"

"Tsk-"

The bartender sneered.

"He's not here. The bartender's voice was cold and hard, "Boy, I know you want to soak him - but today is not a good time - a guy like you shouldn't be here." ”

There was a slight change in the color of Vigilli's eyes.

He licked his lips, then he leaned straight back on the bar and pulled out his chair and sat down.

It's a bit too reckless or bold for the character he's playing now, but ......

"Oh, looks like something isn't going well today?"

He stared at the bartender's appearance, then whispered.

It was a strange, slow tone, like a sleepwalker's □□, but even more strangely, the bartender didn't seem to notice the change in Vigilli's tone.

There was a momentary pause in his movement as he wiped the cup, but soon he resumed the movement of his fingers, but his gaze seemed a little hollow - his pupils were dilated, like a patient under anesthesia, his tongue was wooden, and his words were a little slurred: "Yes, today is not good, we are all sad......"

Cloudy tears welled up in the bartender's eyes.

"Somebody's dead—poor little Georgie, my God, how desperate old man Auston must be. We watched the boy grow from a little bit to now, and although he wasn't smart, we all knew he was a good cub. It doesn't matter if he's not smart, Billy will always take care of him, and everyone knows that Georgie will be an Auston after all - who would hurt such a child?! Georgie won't hurt anyone......

Vigilli, or more precisely "Fuge", frowned.

Half of it was the physical pain of the intense load on his brain and muscles when he activated his ability, which was a sharp pain (a dog barked in the depths of his head) and the other was the news itself.

"What happened? Calvin had something to do with this?"

The bartender stared blankly at Fugg for a long time before he slowly repeated the tragedy that had happened this morning to Fugg, and then he continued, "...... Calvin was very sad, he was so sad that he took time off today and didn't come to work. ”