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How to describe the sound that reverberates throughout the house?

It is full of the ugliest and most chaotic elements in the world, as if it can be turned into poisonous juice and poured into the brains of others through the transmission of sound waves.

It was not a voice that should be in the mortal world, but a voice that was cast out by God and the light.

It's a cursed voice.

If a human being who is more sensitive to that world hears the series of whispers of that "thing", I am afraid that in an instant the soul will be completely crazy because of the pollution of the mind and the fear of darkness.

But for Red Deer......

"I have to say, your taste is so bad that you can't help but feel sympathy for you. ”

The beautiful green-eyed man sighed deeply, he muttered softly, and then he slowly turned around and looked behind him.

An ordinary door was embedded in the new wall - David had to re-paper his own house many times because he had to carefully cover up the drops of blood that he accidentally splashed on the wall during some of the "family conversations" (most of which spurted out of his wife's nose).

Suddenly, the slightly old, dull red door was nothing out of the ordinary. But if you keep your eyes on it for too long, you will feel that the air around the door has a subtle distortion, and there seem to be countless tiny things in the red lacquer that are intertwined and constantly wriggling.

In the brass handle, which had been rubbed unusually smooth, something was laughing hideously in the deformed and elongated reflection.

The door was not closed, and it was pitch black through the thin cracks.

Small, noisy rustling sounds poured out of the cracks in the door.

Under the gaze of the red deer, the door automatically and slowly pushed open open.

If the door had a hinge, it must have fallen into disrepair, and it made a long, squeaky sound.

Red Deer felt a current of air...... There's a huge space behind the door, and the difference in temperature and space allows the air to flow between the two worlds.

And the small, noisy enough to drive people mad disappeared with the old and damp wind that poured out of the darkness, soaked in the smell of rust.

At this moment, the whole world was frighteningly quiet, as if even the surge of fog would be stained with undeserved friction in this solemn silence.

Red Deer turned his face sideways and stared with interest at the world behind the "door".

A figure appeared in the shadows.

"Maybe I should retract my assessment of you - your taste in other areas is disgusting, but at least in some way your choice is fine. Red Deer's eyes had a faint red glow like a cat in such a dim environment, and he observed the shadow of "that person", and it was very easy to capture the image of the other person," ...... At least you now know that you learned to imitate me in the beginning. You know, you scared my cute little pigeon badly that time before. ”

Red Deer was referring to the night at the beach house, and he used very conservative terms, not so much that Calvin was "frightened" that day, but that the body belonging to Catherine that appeared in the hallway that day almost gave Calvin a nervous breakdown.

[He will one day like the gift I prepared for him......]

The figure slowly stepped out of the door into the real world.

His face was as pale as the moon in a cemetery, and his green eyes were like mold spots on the bones of the dead beneath the cemetery.

And his appearance is almost exactly the same as the red deer at this moment.

Even the aura on both of them was the same cold, evil, and distorted.

What a failed and pathetic soul. 】

"That man" whispered as he looked at Red Deer with a cloudy gaze.

Red Deer rubbed his sideburns.

"Wow, it's so touching to be said by someone who imitates himself—" he looked back at the other indifferently, and then added, "Only ugly guys would attack other people like that, oh, let me think about it, their words are generally ...... You have a pathetic soul or something. ”

【……】

"And I think my soul is good, at least Calvin likes me. ”

Red Deer gave each other a wicked smile. He picked up a baseball bat on the ground and put it in his hand.

He doesn't seem to be the violent type, but unfortunately when he deals with things that have nothing to do with the real world, he finds his powers most useful.

If he wanted to, he could crush the shadows that crawled out from behind the "door" into a black slurry that no longer meant anything.

And if he was in a better mood, he could have trapped the poor little ones in the opposite side of reality for eternity in another way - maybe no better there than the world behind the "door", but it was certain that the place was far worse than hell.

Step by step, Red Deer walked in the direction of "that person".

He was ready to fight it, and he was longing for it—only Fugg and Virgili and Histu's own split personality could understand his extreme dislike for "that thing," I'm afraid.

God, the guy even imitated his face......

Just thinking about this, Red Deer felt chills all over his body, and his disgust was almost disgusted.

To Red Deer's surprise, however, his fight with the thing didn't happen.

[Heh, as long as you want?]

Red Deer heard the whisper of "that person", and the rhetorical question sounded illogical, but it was enough to make Red Deer's eyelids jump slightly.

[Surprised? I can tell what's going on in your cute little head......]

The other party raised his eyes and glanced at the red deer, his eyes were moist and dark, and the red deer noticed a cold and crazy emotion in the moldy green pupils.

[Actually, I've always wondered what makes you think...... Do you have 'power' from yourself?]

The man with the same face as the red deer chuckled softly.

At this moment, all the stiffness and immaturity he had shown in front of the red deer disappeared without a trace, leaving behind those unusually distinct traits in him. Dark and evil, mad and cold.

He looks more like a red deer than a red deer.

It's just a little more twisted than the red deer itself.

“……”

Red Deer's pupils shrank slightly.

He wasn't one of those ignorant people, and he sensed the malice of the thing - all the previous conversations, the superficial and ridiculous attacks on taste and appearance, were just a deliberate toying and humiliation by the guy.

[My poor little one, don't worry, I won't let you disappear completely for the time being......]

"The man" stretched out his hand, as if to touch the red deer.

Red Deer indifferently swung his baseball bat at the flattering face, but the space seemed to twist slightly when it was about to touch the opponent, and the baseball bat swept past the opponent's body without hitting anything.

But "that man's" hand was already on Red Deer's cheek, and his touch was real.

[It's not time yet—you should be glad about this.] 】

"The man" greedily traced the face of the red deer with his gaze, his own face subtly skewed and distorted.

Red Deer felt a very rare coldness, and he realized that he felt a strong sense of connection with the other party, as if he had dealt with the situation in front of him a long time ago.

But before Red Deer could figure out what that sense of connection was all about, "that person" let him go.

[I just wanted to say hello to you and prepare a small gift for my Calvin by the way.] Please help me tell him that I will always love him. 】

The creepy whispers still lingered in the dark and chaotic room, but in a moment, the man with the exact same appearance and face as the red deer dissipated like a mist.

Naturally, the door was gone.

The only thing left in Red Deer's vision was the wallpaper of David's house.

Red Deer stood there for a long time, and it was a long time before he sneered hideously.

"It's a shame that the only person who is qualified to be by Calvin's side is me...... It would only be me. ”

Red Deer whispered nervously.

After a while, he walked to the wall of the room, where the old red wooden door had opened. He pressed his palm against the wall, feeling the strong connection between his soul and the other world.

He closed his eyes and felt the material of the wall beneath his fingers change, and soon, the hard, smooth surface of the wall gradually transformed into the warm and mottled texture of a wooden door.

When he opened his eyes again, a door reappeared on the wall. It's just that this door is not the old crimson door from before, but the kind of cheap PVC door that only small companies that don't work well.

In the middle of the door is a small nameplate with the word "bastard" branded with modest printing letters.

The sound of a car passing through the street outside the house brightened brighter with the mess of the whole house.

Red Deer put on his gloves with ease, and he began to hum like a housewife, briskly cleaning the house in the darkness.

He gathered the pieces and debris of the furniture, and he walked to the door—when he opened it, the damp and fishy air he had felt before poured out, and the red deer pushed all the garbage behind the door.

With such a simple and crude solution, Red Deer easily completed most of the cleaning work without spending too much effort on its own.

The more troublesome thing is David's corpse -

As he scooped the corpse up from the ground, Red Deer noticed that something white was already wriggling between the pieces of flesh and slime. The prey killed by "that man" seems to be faster than a normal corpse.

"It's disgusting. ”

Red Deer muttered angrily.

With great displeasure, he threw the fragments of the corpses and the worms that had begun to hatch into the space behind the door.

Unlike the pieces of furniture that had been thrown in, this time he threw the remains of the corpses into the darkness, but there was a peculiar humming sound from the depths of what he thought was a silent shadow.

And according to reason, David's voice, who had died to the point of no return, sounded behind the door again.

[No, no—it hurts—it's painful—help me—I'm wrong, please help—help—]

Behind the unusually painful wails, the sound of wet pieces of flesh rubbing against each other and the sound of fine, fingernails scraping against something overlapped. But from beginning to end, David's screams did not mean to abate in the slightest.

Red Deer raised an eyebrow, and he realized with some pleasure that David's consciousness behind that door would probably never really dissipate, and that no matter what he was going through, he would go through it forever until it was going to be eternity.

"What a pathetic little thing. ”

Even by just the sound, Red Deer could tell that David's experience might not be so "pleasant".

He even felt a little regret that if Calvin had been a little more evil, maybe he could have shared the interesting news with him. You see, "that man" may indeed want to prove something in front of Calvin, but the real creative person is always Red Deer himself.

"That man" may be able to brutally torture a person, but Red Deer knows how to get the wicked to get the punishment they deserve.

Although Calvin probably never knew what happened to David that night, the Red Deer was content to think of it. He continued to clean David's house until it looked like it was going to be sold again in the next second.

The last piece of garbage left in the house was David's soul.

Red Deer looked at him with a frown for a moment...... The weak, humble thing was still screaming and wailing, having lost the ability to perceive changes in the outside world, but the pain that the soul felt before the death was so intense that, judging by the solidity of the silhouette and the decibel of its screams, it might be able to maintain this state until the next century.

As a result, Red Deer gave up on disposing of it.

Just let this man's soul stay here.

Red Deer thought coldly.

This little piece of trash is no longer a problem for Calvin...... But the next owner of this room will be a little frightened. Red Deer sincerely hopes that the people who buy this house will not have any sensitivity to that world. Otherwise, it's a little too pitiful.

Red Deer blinked and looked at the house that had been cleaned by herself.

Then he looked at the door that he had used as a dumping site.

The nameplate on the door changes imperceptibly, and Red Deer discovers in disgust that those beautiful typographic fonts are now combined into the words "Red Deer". And this change undoubtedly came from the unknown resident behind the door.

"Poor taste. ”

Red Deer involuntarily cursed again.

…………

……

When we returned to the Blue Diamond Hotel in the moonlight, there was only darkness in the luxury suite.

The red deer took off his shoes and quietly entered the room on the soft and rich carpet, he did not want himself to wake up the sleeping Calvin—

But that plan soon fell through.

He had only time to take a few steps before the dazzling and brilliant light of the crystal lamp suddenly lit up.

"You came back late today. ”

Calvin sat on the couch and said to the somewhat sluggish Red Deer with a blank expression.

The couch was unusually large enough for Calvin to lie half-on his legs, barefoot and wearing only a thin white pajamas—a choice that Red Deer had chosen for Calvin out of his own taste.

The loose white linen fabric now looked like a robe.

Gal's hair was supple over his shoulders, his wings spread out and hung down behind his shoulder blades, his whole body was almost snow-white, like an angel statue made of fine alabaster, and his deep purple pupils looked unusually deep in the pompous light of the crystal lamp.

His whole person looked sharp and serious, with an extreme beauty and ferocity that was almost like a blade.

In a trance, Red Deer almost thought that he had reached the end of time and was judged before the last angel.

"I ......"

Red Deer's lips pursed slightly, and he stared at Calvin blankly, feeling his heart beat as if it was about to tear the flesh of his chest, and jump out of his hot chest on its own, jumping all the way into Calvin's arms.

"I had a nightmare. ”

Calvin suddenly realized that he had once again deepened Red Deer's infatuation with him.

The corners of the former angel's mouth were tense, and his breath was cold and terrifying.

"When I woke up, you weren't in bed. ”

He continued.

Calvin observed Reed at the door, who seemed a little panicked, but a little distracted.

Reid always seemed sexy and powerful (in a sense that Calvin included it in his intimacy), but at this moment, he looked like a middle-aged man caught fooling around by his wife, with a different kind of embarrassment and uneasiness.

It's disgusting—

Calvin heard the voice in his heart whispering.

He was very disgusted with his association with his wife and husband, and of course most disgusted with the part about "fooling around". In either case, he had no position, no reason to accuse or suspect what Reed had done.

After all, there wasn't really any commitment between him and Reed.

What disgusted Calvin even more was the weakness he showed in such matters. He never imagined that he would pay so much attention to another man......

He believed that something must have gone wrong with his head to do this.

"I ...... Went to the bar in the hotel. ”

Calvin heard Reed say dryly.

"Bar?"

"I know it's bad, but Blue Diamond's bar has always been famous – I thought maybe I could get some news about the Adventists from the guests and bartenders there. ”

Reed said with a bleak face, looking very embarrassed.

The metaphor of the foolish husband seems very apt to him at this moment.

Reed walked over to Calvin, who did have a faint smell of wine, a cloudy note mixed with cigars, multiple perfumes, and various other scents.

It wasn't bad (in fact, it was so faint that it was almost impossible to smell), but it was certain that there were a lot of people coming and going in the place where Reed had just been—it was the smell of a bar that Calvin was familiar with.

"I'm sorry, really, I feel like I should have brought you, but I ...... I don't want you to get anyone else's attention. Reed whispered hard, "I find it hard to speak, but I think I might be jealous...... Be jealous of the gaze that those people have stayed on you. Calvin, you have no idea your attraction ......"

Calvin kept his previous cold expression and listened to Reed's explanation.

Yes, Reed wasn't fooling around on the outside—Calvin was deeply disgusted with himself at ease by this realization.

And what he was even more disgusted with was that he immediately fell into a new self that suffered from gains and losses.

"I've been a burden to you, have I?" Calvin wished that the scathing and unusual question hadn't come from himself, "you don't really need to be with me all the time...... You don't really have a reason to flee. I need to hide in Tibet, I'm afraid of the police, I'm afraid of that damn cult. ”

Calvin couldn't help but stroke his face: "And my overly obvious physical traits actually affect you, don't they? If it were just you, things might have gone a lot better." No matter where you want to go, you don't need to worry about getting someone's attention—"

"Calvin?"

Calvin's strangeness could not escape the eyes of the red deer, and he interrupted Calvin's words in some disbelief.

"What's wrong with you?"

His inquiry made Calvin pause.

Something did happen to Calvin...... He didn't know what to say to Reed.

He had a nightmare, he had just said that, but he did not describe the details of that nightmare.

He saw a two-headed dog.

Each head has Reed's face on it—and one of them is devouring the other's.

The scene was unusually strange and bloody.

But what frightens is not the terrible picture, but the bloody presence of another large, dark foreboding.

Calvin woke up from the nightmare crying and screaming, and he almost fell straight under the bed, and for a short time he couldn't even breathe.

And in his panic trying to find Reed to confirm that the nightmare was just a nightmare......

He discovers that Reed is missing. 166 Reading Network