Chapter 23
"Aha, of course. โ
It took a moment for Isaac to pick up Calvin's words.
In contrast to Calvin's calmness, there was a subtle stiffness in Aizac's voice. Calvin couldn't help but look at him again, and a trace of worry flashed across the latter's face that he didn't have time to hide. The dim light of the hallway shone on Isaac's face, and for a brief moment, he looked exactly like Dr. Holden.
โโฆโฆ What happened?" Calvin began. Growing up with Isaac over the years, he instantly realized that something was bothering him, and it was clear that it was related to him.
And it's more likely that it has something to do with him, and the Adventists.
"Well, actually......" Isaac rubbed his nose, he would always rub his nose involuntarily whenever he encountered something tricky, Calvin didn't like to see Isaac do this.
"I heard some wind. Isaac pondered his words and spoke slowly, "The people of the Advent Sect are looking for you. โ
Calvin's shoulders relaxed a little: "Oh, if that's what you're talking about...... They've been looking for me for a long time. โ
The former angel pursed the corners of his lips contemptuously, and in front of Izac, he did not hide his tiredness of that sect: "They also found Riley before, let me think about it, what are the conditions...... Whoever finds the Angel will be rewarded with $100,000......"
"It's a million. โ
Isaac corrected Calvin's words, and the detective quickly scanned the back and forth of the hallway as he spoke, making sure that there was no one else around them, and he deliberately kept his voice down to a volume that only the two of them could hear.
"They've grown so fast over the years, and I think they've gotten a lot of money -- Calvin, and now the 'angel' has a million bounty. โ
Calvin glanced at himself.
"A million? Looks like they're doing pretty well. โ
"Actually, it's not just 'good'. โ
Isaac habitually lit himself a cigarette, and his tiredness became especially noticeable at this moment.
"A lot of people have joined this damn sect, celebrities, politicians, and rich people...... The so-called 'spirituality' is more appealing to those people than you might think. They're like a plague ......," Isaac nodded in the direction Madeleine had left, "and it's spreading across the country. Calvin, promise me, you have to be careful, they are really a bunch of crazy people, and you don't want to know how crazy those believers are after the so-called spiritual training of Guรฒ. They are really, really eager to find you. I really don't know what they're going to do if they do catch you......"
Calvin raised his hand and snuffed out Isaac's cigarette.
"Riley doesn't really like people smoking in the staff area...... And I've always been careful. He pointed to his eyes, which he wore with brown colored contact lenses to disguise his true color, "Don't worry too much, Isaac, they're looking for the winged deformed man after all, and Daddy has already helped me out of that." By the way, I'm not the little boy they used to manipulate at will. โ
Calvin added.
Isaac looked a little speechless as he began to rub his nose desperately, and finally he snatched the cigarette back from Calvin's hand and relit it.
Calvin ...... Actually......"
The detective spoke slowly, but before he could finish his sentence, the bartender's figure suddenly appeared on the other side of the hallway.
"Calvin?" he called out to Calvin, "there's a little trouble here, I think you might want to check it out?"
The muscles under Calvin's eyelids tensed unconsciously.
The look on the bartender's face made him wary that his colleague wasn't a bad guy, but that didn't mean he didn't like to see Calvin embarrassed - it wasn't a big problem, Calvin knew it, but no matter how small, trouble would always be trouble.
A few minutes later, Calvin saw what the bartender said was a "little trouble" in the cross bar.
It took a moment for Victori Calvin to remember the name of Mr. Dim Sum (he was even a little shocked that he actually remembered the name of the boy), and curled up on an old couch near the door of the bar like a rabbit whose tail had been bitten off by a fox. The boy who was glamorous a few hours ago now looks quite miserable. His cashmere wool vest was removed, revealing his shirt, one of his right sleeves stained red with blood, and Virgili bowed his head and pressed his wound with his left hand, his knees shaking.
There was no one next to him, and the other people in the bar were drinking in the dim light, talking about things, touching the thighs and โกโก of the low-level escort prostitutes, and they didn't even look at him.
Vigilli looked panicked, gasping for help as a waiter walked past him with a tequila.
โโฆโฆ Sorry, I'm bleeding. โ
He said.
The waiter gave him a strange look, "Oh, I think so, sir." โ
Then he walked away.
Vigilli stared blankly in the direction the Dark Guard attendant had left, and he couldn't help but look down at his wound again. The cut in his arm peeked out from the tear in his clothes, like a small red mouth.
"What happened?"
Calvin's brows tightened, and he walked to the couch.
Vickyli jerked his head up at him, Calvin had always thought that the "dog's eyes" were an exaggeration, but now he didn't think so. He saw that intense joy and dependence in Vigilli's eyes, which literally made his back tingle.
Calvin couldn't help but take a step back, and then he noticed that Vicky's face was also swollen, and the eyelids of his beautiful minty eyes had turned blue-purple and swollen like some kind of berry rich in anthocyanins.
Aware of Calvin's scrutinizing gaze, Virgilli's pale cheeks flushed slightly.
โโฆโฆ Hi. โ
He stared at Calvin stupidly for a moment before hesitatingly speaking. His greeting was so stupid that Calvin got goosebumps. Calvin swore he had heard the bartender's snicker.
"What are you doing here?"
Calvin spoke coldly.
Vigili winced in his cold tone, and he trembled and pointed to his wound.
"I ...... I had a robbery ......"
He said.
"Then you should go to the police station instead of running to my bar to get my couch dirty. โ
Virgili said.