The sun shines on the surface of the lake, and the water reflects sparkling waves, but the light appears white, cold, and lifeless. Occasionally, clouds obscure the sun, casting a faint shadow on the water, and the lake below the shadow turns a turbid blue-green. The breeze blew through the lush woods around the cabin, and the dark green branches rattled, as if countless ghosts were whispering in the shadows.

Calvin smelled the damp smell of the earth's shores, and his blood seeped into the water, turning a light red in wisps, and then diluted to the point of obscurity by the clear water. He lay there, his brain blank, his body weak, the pain slowly spreading down his nerves. His fingers throbbed and throbbed, and his pulse was distinctly present at this moment. Calvin's eyes widened and he stared blankly at what was in front of him. He felt as if his soul had been detached from this body, and all that remained was a pale, tattered skin.

A bird let out a long, weeping wail somewhere far away.

The voice was so desolate and sad that Calvin struck a stir, and then he slowly and dazedly rose from the lake.

He looked down at his hands.

Most of the blood had been washed away by the lake, leaving only a deep visible bone on the fingertips and a slightly whitish cut at the edges. A fresh blush was slowly seeping through the wound.

Now all that was left of his hands was his own wounds and blood, but the temperature of the blood gushing from Reed's chest was still distinctly on his skin. He even hallucinated, completely drenched in the gooey, hot blood under his wrist.

Because of the lubrication of the blood, the sharp glass shards turned out to be slippery to the touch.

Calvin's body was sore, and his body shook, and he almost fell.

But he finally stood firm.

"No ......"

Calvin buried his head deeply.

It took him a moment to realize that he was crying unconsciously.

He remained in that position on the docks for a long time, and the paralyzing drugs finally metabolized over time. Calvin felt very cold, perhaps from blood loss, but he finally had some strength in his body.

Far away, through the trees, the sound of a child's laughter drifted in the wind from other holiday homes.

Calvin stared stunned at the distance, where he could see the front of the rented car.

I should have stood up, packed my bags, and left here.

Calvin whispered to himself.

Although his face was full of tears that had not yet dried up, his mood was unexpectedly calm – of course, perhaps more appropriately described as "numbness".

His soul, his emotions were wrapped in a thick white foam, and everything in the outside world could only leave a few vague shadows on his mind mirror.

What happened to him seemed illusory and distant.

Calvin shuffled slowly back to the cabin, and on the way back he saw the blood that was dripping from the ground, presumably from the marks he had left when he had climbed out of the house. But not surprisingly, after only a few moments, Calvin no longer remembered how he pushed Reed's body away, and how he managed to climb out of the house.

At this moment, it was as if he had lost his ability to judge time and the past.

The real world before his eyes was no more real than a dream.

Calvin staggered past the messy living room.

A man's body was still lying there—a slight change in posture? Calvin wasn't sure. His instincts told him he shouldn't have stood in that place staring blankly at Reed, but his body betrayed him.

He just watched Reed's pale, lifeless face from a short distance.

Reed may be dead.

Calvin thought.

His gaze was uncontrollably glued to Reed's chest, and he seemed to see the other's chest rise and fall slightly, but when he stared closely, the rise and fall seemed like some kind of hallucination on his part.

Don't be stupid, it's a corpse.

You did kill him, and the murder weapon was still in his chest.

The blood stains on the shards of glass had changed from Calvin's impression of bright red to a dark red, but the color blurred his vision like it burned Calvin's retina.

The wound on his hand began to burn again.

"Reed. ”

Calvin muttered.

He almost couldn't control himself, somewhere in his heart, he was frantically trying to step forward. He wanted to examine the body and determine if he was or was indeed dead.

Eventually, however, Calvin staggered past the living room and into the bedroom.

Calvin took a shower (the water was also pink with blood, and Calvin seemed to have seen enough of his life's share of blood in one day), changed himself into new clothes, and left the cottage with his packed luggage.

He returned to the side of the car, the door unlocked and the keys still in the lockhole.

Then he sat in the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt and twisted the key. The Honda shook slightly, and the engine let out a smooth roar.

Calvin gripped the steering wheel, and his blood made the steering wheel bloody because he was pushing too hard, and the smell of blood in the car compartment was very strong.

Something is not quite right.

A strange uneasiness rose in Calvin's numb heart, and he couldn't help but tilt his head to look at the passenger seat. The empty driver's seat made Calvin instantly realize what the problem was, he had become accustomed to the presence of the other person in the driver's seat.

But now the man was lying silently on the garbage-like living room floor, blood staining the ground around him.

"You lied to me. ”

Calvin murmured.

It's as if Reed, or that damn serial murderer, "Red Deer," could actually hear him.

"It's obviously your problem, you've been lying to me...... What bullshit Reed, what bullshit Virgil, and that bullshit doctor Fugg......"

As he spoke, he shuddered.

He covered his face with his hand so that he wouldn't cry again.

Calvin knew very well that he could do it, and he should—like that damn polypersonality patient, the liar and murderer who told him at the last minute with blood spitting.

He should have left the man there and drove out of the place quickly.

Yes, he may leave some clues, and Reed (or "Red Deer") may be considered his victim. He's going to attract a bunch of pursuers, no doubt, but he should be able to get them done.

Calvin had been preparing for such a day for so many years. He has long been accustomed to a life of not running and fleeing.

Of course, that weird person who can remotely control the minds of others will be a big problem.

But he'll always find a way to fix it. He could find a place to destroy the car, then put on makeup, change to a new image, and he had several complete sets of fake identities in his bag, which Isaac had prepared for him. It had been Reed and Virgili who had helped him solve his identity problems before that, and he hadn't even had time to use those forged IDs.

Oh my God, it's Reed again......

Calvin's face turned pale.

He wished he could stop thinking about the man.

A serial murderer.

One...... The origin of all tragedies.

Calvin hated the past, but he would never forget that it was the night he returned home from Jay Bay Prison that changed his entire life.

["I didn't expect it...... I didn't expect it to end up being ...... Such...... I should have ...... Tell you...... Makes you improve your ...... Be vigilant ......"]

No, who would have believed that such a man, highly intelligent and skilled at deception, would "not expect" the course of events.

Everything is deliberate.

Everything is ......

Calvin's mind once again conjured up the image of Reed lying on the floor.

He let out a sudden wail of pain.

Then he slammed his head on the steering wheel, and many times, a little skin broke on his forehead, and blood flowed down again. He wished he had fainted like this, or left the damn place as quickly as he had planned. The remnants of his brain were crying, begging him not to continue to be stupid.

Calvin's shoulders shook so badly that he struggled to sit in the seat of the car for ten minutes.

Then he slammed open the door and stepped out of the car.

"Fuck you—"

The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched nervously, and then he kept swearing.

But even so, he was still walking back.

He walked up the wooden staircase, pushed open the door that no longer worked, and returned to the living room.

Reed was still lying on the ground like that.

"I must be going crazy. ”

Calvin trembled and muttered.

He took a deep breath before he had the courage to approach Reed's corpse, his newfound clothes soaked in cold sweat.

The moment Calvin crouched down and held out his hand to Reed, he was still thinking about what he was going to do next—he should touch the poor wanted man and find that there was no rhythm in his veins, and then he would get back to the car and leave with his crude luggage.

He felt regret and fear, and he didn't know why he had returned to Reed the way he was.

Eventually, Calvin's cold fingers touched Reed.

The man's skin was a little cold, but it wasn't the cold of a corpse. Calvin wasn't mistaken about the unusually faint heaving of Reed's chest, and the other party was indeed alive...... It's just that no one can guarantee how long he will live.

Maybe he'll die in front of Calvin in the next second, why don't you leave like this?" Calvin said to himself when he heard the "sane" voice.

With that, he got up and left Reed's side. He even thought he might walk straight out the door like this and drive away.

But his body uncontrollably walked to the closet, where he found the medical kit, from which he found bandages and hemostats.

Calvin took the things back to Reed's side, whose face seemed to be more gray and his breath fainter than it had been a few minutes before. His eyes were closed, and he looked so weak and desolate. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary handsome man, who could see neither evil nor cunning.

Calvin's gaze paused on the other man's face, and he was deeply disgusted with the self who had a moment of softness and pity.

"It's useless, you're still going to die. ”

Calvin murmured.

He seemed to be on the dividing line between lucid and confused.

He was confused, but he knew exactly what he was going to do.

Calvin tore through Reed's clothes, the shards of glass embedded deep in the latter's chest, crimson blood oozing slowly from the edge where the shards met his skin, like a stream of bright red.

The man's face and body were covered with gray blood, a scene that could only be described as terrifying, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

This faint smile gives the dying man an inexplicable serenity and tranquility, and you can even catch a touch of sweetness and satisfaction in his expression.

Calvin trembled and reached out to touch his wound.

Reed's heart beat very slowly and weakly, like a candle in the wind that could be extinguished at any moment. In fact, Calvin was already very keenly aware of the breath of death. In Dr. Holden's underground clinic, the smell was never unfamiliar.

Calvin's fingertips were stained with blood again, and the blood seemed to still carry the breath of Reed's life, but now that blood was draining, Reed's body was becoming more and more lifeless and heavy.

The rhythm of life is disappearing from Reed's body.

"You're going to die. ”

Calvin choked up and whispered to the unconscious man.

"You should have died—you should have died a long time ago—"

He stared at the steady stream of blood pouring out of his body, but Reed's emerald green eyes came to mind.

The man's pupils reflected the light of the fire in the church of Angelstown, the blood of the fire overlapping the dark green of his pupils.

Those loving gazes, those loyal companions, and those warm embraces......

Entangled and blended with the mad and evil shadow in Calvin's memory.

Calvin's breathing became more and more rapid, and his vision became more and more hollow.

He suddenly reached out and pulled out the shard of glass from Reed's chest—blood spurting out in an instant. It's hard to even understand why this man can gush so much blood when he has lost so much.

Whether it's gauze or a joke hemostatic drug, human medical supplies mean nothing in the face of such severe hemorrhage.

Calvin's face and chest were splattered with fresh blood, and Reed's body soon began to twitch slightly.

The smell of death grew stronger, so heavy that Calvin could almost feel the Grim Reaper's chest pressing against his back.

"But...... I don't want you to die. ”

Calvin finally let out a weary and desperate whisper.

He lowered his head and pressed his hands against the blood-gushing wound on Reed's chest. A pure, cold power emerged from within his body, like electricity and flame, like burning and like an explosion, it burned Calvin's nerves and power, and it surged through the part where Calvin's body was connected to Reed's body.

At this moment, Calvin's eyes were only a halo of bright and blinding light.

His wings directly broke through his clothes, and he stretched out in an instant.

A small and unusually large storm of power swirled at both ends of Calvin's and Reed's bodies at the same time - Calvin felt that everything he had, his soul, his body temperature, his thoughts, his heartbeat, his pulsation, seemed to be completely pumped into someone else's body.

And the whole cabin was shrouded in a thin, frosty halo.

Pounding –

Calvin didn't know exactly how long this particular process had been going on.

Just when he was almost fainting, a heartbeat brought him back to his senses.

Pounding –

Pounding –

……

Then, the heartbeat became clearer and stronger.

Calvin stared blankly at his palm, and under his caressing, something magical happened.

The horrific and fatal wound on Reed's chest was couched together, and the blood gushing out of it diminished little by little, until it was sealed in a thin layer of pink flesh. It only takes a few tens of seconds for a scar to heal from freshly moistened to dry - from the cut wound to the scar to the newborn pink tender.

Little by little, Reed's breathing became smoother, and his pale face gradually became a little bloody.

Eventually, his wound healed perfectly, and in the middle of his pale chest, the pink wound was still fresh, but it soon became like an old wound, a pale white mark embedded in his thick chest.

Calvin showed his true miracle, and although he had neither worshippers nor memorials around him, the miracle still occurred.

But Calvin's condition had deteriorated to the point where his heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible hand, which was now clutching Calvin's heart at random and cruelty.

He felt dizzy and a little weightless.

And in his field of vision, everything is inlaid with strange outlines, which separate from each other and then merge with each other.

When Reed's last wound was completely healed, Calvin fell to the ground as well. He smashed on Reed's body, his face pressed directly against Reed's neck, his chest pressed against his, his limbs entangled with each other.

Calvin felt awkward and embarrassed by this position, but he was completely unable to move.

Calvin found himself so sleepy that he couldn't even move a finger. On the other hand, Reed, who was already on the verge of death, instantly returned to his original state in terms of breathing and complexion.

"I'm so tired...... Do you owe me my life? ”

Calvin whispered.

Then he closed his eyes completely uncontrollably, and behind his back, the pair of snow-white wings slowly drooped down, covering his and Reed's bodies at the same time.

……

Calvin saw a red door.

The gate was abruptly embedded in a luxurious but unusually gloomy mansion.

At the other end of the gate was a long, narrow hallway that looked like some kind of monster pipe, and at the end of the corridor was a room that was also red.

The hallway that connects the door to the room is more of a garbage dump than a hallway, with rotten floors covered with tattered carpets and maggots and cockroaches weaving back and forth in the heavy fabric that blooms.

Layers of corpses littered the hallway, some of them rotting, their near-melted flesh and slurry fused into a puddle of mud. The rest are barely humanoid.

Calvin saw a vaguely familiar figure at the end of the hallway.

There was one eye missing, and the socket was just a middle-aged man with a deep black hole, a young man with twisted limbs, and a young woman still spurting blood from her throat, screaming.

Their bodies were stacked on top of each other.

When Calvin looked at them, their reddened eyes were purring at Calvin.

In this space, they seem to retain both dead and alive states.

A chill crept down Calvin's spine, and he stared sharply at the decomposed corpses—between the green pus and the carrion, cloudy eyes looking at Calvin as well.

["Hahahaha......"]

Then, the woman's high-pitched, hoarse laughter accompanied by muttering chants came from far across the room.

Calvin's breathing quickened little by little, and he stared at the door of the room, where a little boy in a simple but retro coat stood behind the door with a blank face, staring at Calvin silently.

His hair was the same soft curls as Reed's, and his eyes were just as emerald green, but there was no emotion in them now, just a killing nothingness.

"It's you—"

Calvin subconsciously took several steps in the direction of the boy.

He could swear that boy was the same one who showed him the way in the fire.

"Who are you?"

Calvin couldn't help but shout.

But the boy still just stared at Calvin through the doorrail.

His face struck Calvin with a familiar ...... Especially the emerald green eyes, without a trace of fluctuations.

After meeting Calvin's gaze, the boy's expression suddenly changed.

As if in disbelief and as if full of concern, he turned his head and rushed straight into the blood-red room.

The strange screams and chants instantly became longer and louder.

Calvin could feel his heart beat as he tried to catch up with the boy, but something was firmly hooked in the corners of his clothes.

When Calvin turned around, he realized that it was the young lovers who had caught him.

["Don't go to ......"]

The woman whispered in pain.

["Don't let the darkness engulf your ......"]

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