"Bang-bang-bang-"

The deafening sound of gunfire exploded in Calvin's ears, and it felt like someone had punched you in the temple with a fist so unsuspectingly at such a close distance. Calvin's gaze shook, and then there was a loud voice.

He jumped to his feet, curled his neck and shoulders as far as he could, and then he turned back to see the fat priest with the gun—the latter looked visibly deranged, his fat face covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, his face turned purple, his eyes bulging, and he was shooting through the hall with his gun in hand.

For a moment Calvin thought the pastor was aiming for him, but he soon realized that it didn't seem to be that way. The priest's attack was purposeless, he shot at the dark ceiling, at the portrait of the so-called "angel", at the empty corner...... The woman who had choked Calvin by the neck was clutching her hair and screaming incessantly, she fell to the floor and squirmed, and the intercom screen turned into a mass of unkempt glass at the first few gunshots. The priest's body swayed from side to side under the recoil of the □□, the smoke from the muzzle of the gun making his face look hazy and distorted, mingled with the crisp metallic sound of a bullet hitting a metal part somewhere in the hall.

A bullet bounced off the metal sculpture's wings and slammed into Calvin's cheek.

Calvin snorted, and the blood flowed away, accompanied by a hot, exploding pain. And just then Calvin caught a glimpse of the lonely white hospital beds in the middle of the hall, and his heart paused for a moment, and then he heard himself roar: "Stop—damn stop—"

Now, Calvin even wished that the priest had shot himself.

Then he felt himself rushing towards the priest, but time seemed to be deliberately slowed down at this moment by something greater than human comprehension, and Calvin felt that every step he took felt like he was stepping under deep water, and clouds of smoke rose from the floor, walls, and ceiling with the sound of gunshots, and the fragments in his vision were like dandelions made of inorganic matter, slowly, slowly, scattering in all directions.

"Bang-"

Then Calvin saw the red flowers that burst out of the beds—

"No, no, no, don't come, don't come, I'll kill you, I've got a gun-"

The priest howled incoherently, he clearly didn't really want to shoot the little poor ones who were slumped on the bed, he was just too scared...... Afraid of the smiling, half-rotten ghosts that only he could see.

Some of them had only seen their photographs (on the files that needed to be destroyed, the oldest of them, if he was still alive, was probably in his twenties, and the youngest was the boy he had accidentally killed) Some of them were still alive, while others were long dead, the ghosts of the past stood at the back of the bed staring at him alongside the girls on the hospital bed with their faces blurred, hanging upside down from the statue of an angel and smiling at him, maggots falling from the bloody hollows of their faces。

By the time Calvin finally held down the priest's trembling fat body, the priest had collapsed.

Calvin mentioned his temple, and it was a merciless kick, and the priest's flesh fell to the ground like a pig mechanically severed in the narrow steel passage of a slaughterhouse.

The gun fell from his hand to the ground, the muzzle still smoking, and the priest's arm turned purple red from the unusual way he fired it. Calvin didn't make his previous mistake by punching the priest on the other side of his temple, and then forcefully ripped off the cross that was embedded in the layers of fat around the pastor's neck, and firmly tied the pastor's hand.

Then he quickly got to his feet and rushed to the hospital beds where the priest had hit.

He had never prayed so fervently for a miracle from God, but it was clear that God was still out of line, as he had done so many times in the past. The skinny children's chests bloomed with magnificent bright red flowers, and their faces were pale.

"No, no...... Not ......"

Calvin groaned, and he turned his head to the white-robed woman who was like ashes and roared wildly, "Help—you're saving me—"

The white-robed woman's face was covered with snot and tears, and she was dragged by Calvin's rough hair to the girls' beds.

She looked completely frightened, unable to even stand on her own feet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

It only takes one look to know that the girls who were shot are all dead, and none of them are spared.

One of the children had been hit in the head, and when the white-robed woman was driven by Calvin to examine the children, she simply opened the thin curtain and took a look, then fell to the ground and vomited wildly.

No......

Calvin slowly walked to the hospital bed he had seen before, he opened the curtain, and then felt his strength seem to be drained at this moment, he fell to his knees suddenly, his chest was stuffy for a while, he found that he was completely breathing, a strong feeling of suffocation enveloped him, and he stared motionlessly at Isa's face on the hospital bed.

He was the last to check on Isa, and he already had that terrible premonition, but he didn't know if he had the guts to face him......

Isha has a bloody hole in her chest.

The bullet catapulted onto the cross hanging from the wall and then shot straight into her body.

Blood soaked the sheets beneath her body, but unexpectedly, the wound where the bullet had hit was small, and the wet blood slowly bloomed on the hospital gown, like a rose.

Time stopped.

If there was any mercy from God to these poor children, it was that they all had a faint smile on their faces, even though they had been shot with a gun by a fat and ugly mentally ill person.

They were unanimous in their appearance of tranquility, peace, and ruddy complexion.

It's like a parent's sweetheart, quietly asleep under the lullaby.

And it was at this time that Calvin heard a girl's voice.

"Brother Calvin. ”

It was Isa's voice.

"Isha?!"

Calvin looked up in disbelief, and he stared in shock at Isa's face—the girl's chest, where the "rose" was still blooming, but she opened her eyes and lay on the bed calmly staring at Calvin, who had jumped up in surprise.

"God, praise God, I praise Him...... I'll take you to the hospital, you'll be fine, you'll be fine......"

Calvin tried to pick Isa up and take her away, but Isha raised her cold hand and stopped him.

"Brother Calvin, I've got a better future, please don't worry. ”

Isha still said in that tone without even a hint of undulation.

Calvin's movements stiffened, and he felt a chill run through his body as he looked at the subtle expression on Isa's face—there was a look on the girl's face that made him feel scared and in awe.

Her eyes were like a calm salt lake reflecting the starry sky, so quiet, so steady, so deep.

"Those pastors □□ me, and us. Isha continued, "There are children who have been brought to study the scriptures with the high believers they have brought, and these are some powerful people whose presence has made the sect more powerful and filthy...... Those children were also hurt. ”

"Isa......

Calvin felt something cold soak into his body as Isha's voice soaked, and his hands trembled all the time.

Isha didn't give Calvin a chance to continue talking.

“…… This behavior has been going on for many years, starting from the day you leave. The children who resisted were killed by them, and the children who surrendered became one of them. ”

Isa's voice gradually became muffled, and a sad and sad mood came to her face.

“…… It's not just the kids, Brother Calvin, they're going to do it to everyone, we're just feeding it. Brother Calvin, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I hate ......"

Calvin trembled even more.

"They won't hurt you anymore, I swear, Isha, I swear......"

There was a nasal tone in his voice.

And Isa's expression was a little dazed.

"Brother Calvin, you are a real angel......" She raised a hand, her slender, cold fingertips stained with the crimson blood flowing from her body, her fingers fell on Calvin's forehead, "Don't worry, I'll take care of the other children, I'll take care of them...... I'm in pain...... Mom...... I miss her so much...... Mom......"

Isha's hand fell, and the blood from her fingertips cut a bloody streak on Calvin's forehead.

"Oh my God...... Isa...... Not ......"

The young man bent his body like a bow, and he held Isha in his arms, and burst into a cry that bordered on roaring, a sound that seemed to be squeezed from the depths of his soul.

He held that motion for a few seconds, his stunningly beautiful face with an unusually sad look, and at this moment he looked more like a statue of some kind of tragic theme carved out of expensive jade by an ancient sculptor.

However, he soon let go of Isa.

He gave Isha a deep look, and the expression on his face faded little by little, and the only thing that remained was the inorganic aura of his body, like a stone.

The white-robed woman was half-lying on the ground, in front of her was a puddle of vomit that exuded a sour smell, her chin was covered with sticky □□, but she was unaware, and her eyes that were cloudy and numb from alcohol were stuck to the young man not far away...... She couldn't tell what it was like, but something bad was in the air.

Then she saw the man bend down and pick up something, and then returned to the priest's side.

"Hmm......"

After seeing what was in Calvin's hand, the woman's pupils instantly constricted, and she let out a long gasp in fright.

Calvin ignored her.

He was staring at the priest on the ground, the fat man's eyelids fluttering, and Calvin knew he was about to wake up...... He guessed correctly, and after a few seconds, the priest let out a painful moan, and then he slowly opened his swollen eyes, still a little dazed.

It seems that Calvin's previous kick in the temple had some after-effects, and the noble, fat, and not-so-lucky priest lost a small memory.

Calvin stared patiently at the priest until the latter let out a muttered muttering as he slowly remembered what had happened.

"Old ...... Old ......"

He probably wanted to say "help me", but Calvin had bitten his tongue when he attacked him, and now the lump of flesh was swollen and stuffed in his mouth with severe pain.

Calvin's eyes drooped, his pupils frighteningly bright in the dim light—like two clusters of fire burning behind his iris.

Then he raised his gun at the priest, who was muttering and begging for mercy.

"Woooooooooo......oo Woohoo......"

The priest almost jumped straight from the ground the moment he saw the muzzle of the gun, of course, his body was only about an inch off the ground, and his hands and feet bound by the metal chain of the cross made him bounce and squirm on the ground like a worm of flies.

Calvin calmly watched the intense fear that the priest exuded at this moment, and he realized with some surprise that he actually liked the scene.

["Hey, Calvin, you have to learn to let go of your hatred—hatred will not bring you any good, it will only consume your soul and eventually lead you to hell ......"]

Calvin felt the chill of the trigger on his fingertips.

He suddenly remembered the words that Dr. Holden had always repeated to him during his lifetime, that the old man, who loved him like a father, had tried to make Calvin a good, happy man until his death, and he hoped that Calvin would come out of the darkness of the past.

“…… I'm sorry, Dad. ”

Calvin muttered unconsciously.

He didn't know that his facial muscles looked distorted by some strong, dark emotion at this moment.

The "Calvin" imagined by the painter as an adult angel stayed on the canvases around the hall, smiling at him in front of the priest......

"I can't help it......" Calvin stared at the priest's trembling fat, as well as the eyes wrapped in the fat, probably also felt Calvin's emotions, the pastor looked up at Calvin, whimpering, crying, at this moment this fat man actually revealed some childishness, like a child crying out of fear.

"I hate them. ”

Calvin concluded.

Then he pulled the trigger.

"Bang-"

The priest's fat bounced a little, and he lay backwards with a hole in his forehead.

Blood flowed out, mixed with his tears.

"Ahhhh

Then came the screams of the white-robed woman.

Calvin turned his head to look at her, the woman holding her face in her hands, staring at the dead priest and screaming, a puddle of suspicious liquid between her legs.

Calvin approached her with a blank face.

"You kill him, you kill him, you kill him—"

Calvin raised his gun.

The woman's screams came to an abrupt end at gunpoint, tears, snot, makeup, vomit mixed on the woman's face, and she began to burp from extreme fright.

"You...... Gurg...... You can't do this...... ......" the woman pleaded, slowly pushing her feet to the ground and moving back," ...... I...... I've been saving people...... Gurg...... I'm only responsible for ...... Gurg...... Medical side of things...... If you're just going for revenge...... Gurg...... You're done with your revenge...... Gurg...... I can go to jail...... I swear I'll turn myself in as soon as I get out of here...... Gurg...... I...... I'm guilty...... I confess, but I will not sin unto death...... Woowoo...... Boom......"

The sound of crying and the woman's hiccups mixed together, and it sounded strangely funny.

"Yes, you're just in charge of the medical stuff, you never thought they'd be treated like this, you're just scared of those people, those priests, and those dignitaries......"

Calvin spoke slowly, his tone even mild.

His attitude gave the woman hope, and she nodded frantically.

"Yes, that's right, I sympathize with these kids, really...... I was just...... Boom......"

The woman met Calvin's gaze, and fear exploded in her heart more intensely than before.

Omen.

She thought, or rather, a woman's intuition.

She suddenly realized that the man in front of her was not even the slightest impressed by her, because his body had been taken over by something darker, bloodier and more violent, and there was no room for even a fingernail to place the sympathy and mercy that humans should have.

"I'm really sorry. ”

The woman said in a daze, she didn't burp anymore.

And this is her last word in this world.

"Bang-"

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