"Sad?"

Fuge's lips pursed into a stiff straight line.

The bartender looked back at him vacantly, his body shaking a little, and he had no way to understand Fuge's vague instructions. "Fuge" quickly came to his senses, and he leaned forward to look at the bartender more intently than before.

"Why is Calvin sad?"

There was a strange cold aura oozing through his voice.

"Because Calvin was a good, soft-hearted man. ”

The sluggish answer didn't seem to satisfy "Fuge", but he had to stop his questioning.

The dog was about to come out, and Vigili was screaming beneath his consciousness.

Fugg's shoulders drooped, his hands resting flat on the top of the bar, his fingers tapping regularly on the cheap synthetic wood board.

The bartender jerked forward, like a sleepy man suddenly waking up from his exhaustion while dozing off. He struck a spirit, and then suddenly came back to his senses.

He looked much more awake now.

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

He looked at "Fugg" and said unusually coldly, he was not aware of the repetition of his words.

The young man with mint-eyed eyes looked at him almost purely, calmly as if he had not noticed the bartender's malice at all.

"Can you please give me a soda?"

He pleaded gently with the bartender.

The bartender paused for a moment, and before he realized it, his body had obeyed the request of the weak and delicious boy in front of him, and gave the other party the soda.

Then he watched in disbelief as "Fuge" sat there, taking small sips of the icy liquid with the green lemon and ice cubes.

I don't know if it's an illusion...... The bartender thought that he thought that the little dim sum gentleman looked particularly bad.

And in a sense, the bartender wasn't mistaken.

The souls in the red deer's body were uncomfortable, and in fact, at the time when the bartender felt that "Fuge" was calmly drinking water, his body was already in a storm.

[Who did it?!Who did it--Is Red Deer completely sober?God, I really can't stand this-]

Vigili hissed repeatedly.

【Wang...... Whew......]

Moser was whimpering.

[Shut up!] "Fuge" tried to suppress the unstable personalities, [Virgilly, I didn't see that you were so stupid as a pig with your brain cut out - Red Deer? You think this is a Red Deer? Even a pig can see that it is just a poor imitation!]

"Fuge" felt an intense anger and resentment that had been transmitted to him from other personalities...... And in the final analysis, this is the love of the red deer.

No one likes to see a clumsy, rough-handed imitation cat.

And what's even more maddening is the sentence showing love.

[How dare he say 'I love you' to my darling--who allowed him to do that!I'll kill him, I'll do it, and I'll scoop his brains out of my nostrils little by little after I catch him-]

[If you can catch him, you can do whatever you want.] But now is not the time to care about that. 】

"Fuge" said coldly in his mind.

[The emphasis is on Calvin...... He must have been terrified by now. 】

Consciously, Moser pricked up his ears.

【Whew......】

It made a threatening sound.

[Yes, we have to comfort him and stay by his side...... That's what we're supposed to do. 】

……

In his dilapidated apartment, Calvin slowly wakes up from another nightmare.

He slowly got up from his bed, only to realize that it was getting late. He sat on the bed and thought about it in a trance, only to realize that the terrible death of Georgie in the morning was not his dream.

He covered his face with his hands, rubbing his cold cheeks, and his heart seemed to be pinched into a tight ball.

"God bless you. ”

Calvin murmured hoarsely.

He double-checked his phone, and when he realized that Isaac hadn't called him, he decided to pick up his spirits and go to the bar.

There may be some news there...... Calvin thought that most of the time it was just some nonsense, but if you had the skill, you could still find some information you were looking for in the gossip that was made up.

You know that these thoughts of yours are just some weak self-consolation—as he pushes the door open and walks out, Calvin seems to hear a voice in his heart speaking to him.

He felt a little ashamed of his vulnerability.

"Calm down. ”

He muttered nervously as he looked nervously at his own vague shadow on the glass at the end of the apartment.

"One qiē will be fine—"

Suddenly, he suddenly stopped.

In the hallway of the dilapidated apartment, Calvin was sure he heard a voice—breathing very soft, very gentle, much longer than normal.

It would have been almost impossible for an ordinary person to hear the breathing, Calvin remembered the "fitness trainer" that Dr. Holden had hired for him, a man with a small body and dark eyes, from whom Calvin had learned a lot of "techniques" to protect himself. It was much later that Calvin learned of his former identity as a coach, a veteran...... Or rather, a murderer. His fitness trainer also had this breathing sound, which is the breath that only people with special training can have.

A man was standing behind him, and at the other end of the hallway was the emergency passage, and most of the time, a rusty iron lock was stuck in the door of the emergency passage, and that peeping eye was shining through the crack in the locked door.

Calvin wondered why he had only noticed that sight now: sticky, hot, so intense that it was almost physical. It was like a hot tongue licking Calvin's back—and Calvin felt his heart beat faster, and the hairs on his neck stood on end. When he noticed something unusual, subtle information that had been ignored before came to his mind: the sight that fell behind him, the slow heartbeat behind the door, the extremely subtle rubbing of the fabric of his clothes......

For some reason, Calvin's mind suddenly came to the card that had been in Georgie's blood pool that morning. That blood-red "I love you".

It was the man—the man who brought him the human cake who was watching him.

Calvin began to stride forward again, at almost exactly the same pace as before, when in fact he was adjusting his muscles with the stride, and he was warming up his body, just as his coach had told him, in preparation for the "exercise" that followed.

He went downstairs as if he hadn't noticed anything, and the breather waited vigilantly for a moment before slowly approaching.

Calvin hid his entire body in the shadow at the corner of the staircase.

Like a hibernating animal, Calvin adjusted his breathing to slow his heartbeat (of course, he didn't seem to do as well as the voyeur murderer, but Calvin believed that there weren't too many people in this world who could have his keen senses), and his sense of presence suddenly became very low.

"Squeak-"

The door to the emergency passage was opened, and its shaft was greased, and it only let out a slight scream.

Then, there are footsteps that are lighter than those of a cat.

Calvin lowered his eyes, his muscles tightening little by little...... Waiting for the pervert to approach.

One-step......

Two-step ......

Three-step ......

The man stopped in front of Calvin's door.

Calvin's muscles twitched as he tilted his head slowly, and from this angle, he could only see the corners of the man's clothes.

The man was wearing an old-fashioned denim jacket.

He slowly crouched down in front of Calvin's doorway, an unsuspecting one—to be precise, difficult to make a counterattack.

Calvin instinctively rushed out before he realized it, and he jumped straight onto the man's back with agility like a predatory feline, and with the weight of his weight and the impact of the jump, he slammed his knee into the spine.

"Whew-"

Then, almost defenseless, the man was crushed to the ground by Calvin.

He didn't even have time to let out a strange, air-leaking scream, and his whole body collapsed under Calvin's knees as if his soul had been drained.

"Don't move!"

Calvin said coldly, cutting the man's hand with one hand and his knee behind his back, and the other grabbed the other's hair and pulled his head off the ground.

...... between Calvin's fingers He has curly brown hair that feels soft to the touch like wool.

"Ho-ho-"

The man let out a strange cry that was continuous, and his voice was full of pain.

Calvin frowned.

What's not quite right...... He realized it immediately.

Then Calvin looked up.

He saw an enamel iron pot on the ground that had been knocked over.

The lid of the pot, which has been broken, is tied with a familiar pink ribbon...... At the same time, the smell of beef stew that Calvin had once smelled was coming to his nose.

"It's ...... What the hell?!"

Calvin's movements stiffened for a moment.

He glanced down at the man who was screaming in his hand......

"Virgilli?"

He shouted out the name in shock.