Calvin saw an old hut, dimly lit and hot.

A ceiling fan that looked to be ninety years old struggled to sway across the already speckled ceiling, as if it was about to fall down and wrench the old woman and dog below to pieces.

Madame Anna was asleep, wearing a loose yellow nightgown with two baggy but thin legs sticking out from the hem. Her legs seemed to be split apart, and she collapsed like a corpse on a broken couch with one leg missing. Her head tilted to the side, and a trace of saliva ran down the corner of her mouth, wetting her shoulder.

She looked older and more emaciated than the old woman Calvin had ever seen.

Calvin ignored her, and the object of his serious gaze was Darling.

Although it looks like its owner, just lying motionless on the ground, it is not really asleep.

It just couldn't move.

Seeing it as it was, its pain came at Calvin even more vividly.

"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

The same voice that Calvin had heard in the pet hospital came to his ears again, because his breathing had become more difficult because of his tongue.

He looked down at the deformed animal from the pain, and thought that he should be greeted with a pair of cloudy and painful eyes, but to his surprise, the pupils of the old dog were as pure and docile as those of a puppy, and even its pain seemed so gentle.

Darling's eyes struck Calvin like lightning, and a bomb of sorrow and pity flowed through his body, and he subconsciously bent down to pet the poor old dog, but his hand passed through his bony body.

It's a dream.

Calvin suddenly realized.

But he soon became unsure again, was everything he was experiencing now really a dream?

As if sensing something, Darling's eyes rolled, blankly searching for focus in the void, and a small sound (hard to imagine a pathetic whimper from such a big dog) struggled to squeeze out of the depths of its swollen, foul-smelling throat with tongue and dripping.

At the first sound, Madame Anna did not respond, and she slept deeply. But by the time Darling whimpered to the fourth and fifth times, she finally woke up in a daze.

"Oh, damn old thing—"

When she looked at Darling, she let out an angry growl.

"Why the are you peeing on this blanket!"

She screamed and kicked Darling.

Calvin then noticed a yellowish puddle of water on Darling's hind legs. Darling was too weak to be able to urinate on his hind legs on the comfortable grass like any other healthy dog. Calvin guessed that its continuous whimpering was an attempt to alert Lady Anna, but she did not wake up in time. Of course, Madame Anna probably knew this, but that only made her seem more irritable.

Calvin stood in the room, listening to the old lady's incessant grumbling and muttering, and she struggled to clean up the wet blanket, and when it was all done, she returned to Darling, picked it up, and began to weep.

"My poor little sausage...... My poor little ...... Look at what you're guilty of now......"

Darling gasped, its eyes shining a little brighter than before, and it was clear that it loved its master quite much. The tail that hung behind it moved, and the tip of the dry tail swept over Lady Anna's knee.

This scene can almost be said to be warm, but it is only "almost". After hugging Darling for a few seconds, Lady Anna let it go. She glanced at the clock, then stood up a little nervously.

"Oh, they're almost there," she muttered to Darling, like all people who live alone with pets, "it's a big day, and Mom has brought you someone who can cure you, not the kind of quack who will only shout for you to die, but a really good person." ”

She said as she rushed into the room in a bit of a panic.

Calvin didn't follow, and he continued to stand by Darling's side. Calvin was glad that the sick old dog did not understand what his master was talking about, at least so that he would not be in such a painful situation as hopeless as he was awaited.

But Mrs. Anna's departure, even if it was very brief, still depressed Darling's mood. It could not stand, and could only collapse weakly on the ground, but even so, it struggled to move its neck so that it could see Lady Anna's room.

Its tail hung lifelessly on the ground.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Anna reappeared in the drawing-room, where she had changed into her suit and put on her makeup. Covered in a thick foundation and bright lipstick and wig, she now looked like she was finally overlapping with the old woman Calvin had seen in the pet hospital.

It can be seen that she attaches great importance to those who can so-called Darling.

And those people ......

After a while, the people who walked into the room were indeed Adventists.

Calvin watched with disgust as they wrapped Darling in linen and took him into a beat-up pickup truck.

From the conversations Madame Anna had with those men, he knew that the piece of linen was even the one that Madame Anna had paid for—nineteen dollars of nine dollars, pure natural linen soaked in blessed water.

"Trust me, it's going to make your baby feel so much better. ”

A middle-aged woman wrapped herself in a robe and said to Lady Anna with a smirk.

Calvin gritted his teeth and followed the men, and he could still keep his precarious composure when he heard the woman's words, but then he saw a smile suddenly bloom on Anna's face: "Oh, thank you. ”

He heard the stupid voice say, grateful, "I knew it would work." ”

Calvin just wanted to scream.

[These liars and villains are dragging your dog like a cargo!They're about to suffocate it!]

Calvin's voice was silenced in the muddy, hot air of the pickup truck, and no one heard him.

So in the end Calvin could only watch what happened: he watched the pickup truck rumble towards somewhere in the outlying suburbs, he watched Lady Anna and the middle-aged Advent nun talk enthusiastically in the back of the car and buy a bottle of colorless oil from the other person that supposedly relieved the pain, he watched Darling lie on the sticky floor of the carriage, gasping and meek eyes falling on his master, he watched them finally arrive at their destination, an Adventist church that looked no different from ordinary houses, and finally he watched as the men dragged Darling behind a door in the house……

"We're going to treat it next. ”

The nun said to Lady Anna.

"Then I can accompany it......"

"No, healing is very sacred, and those present must be people who have proven their devotion to the Son over a long period of time. You can't go in, Anna."

At that moment, a scream erupted from behind the door, the characteristic cry of Darling, who had difficulty vocalizing.

Anna's eyes flickered uneasily, and she looked back and forth at the door and the nun.

"I think it's going to be a little scared......"

"Don't worry, we'll take care of everything. I'm sorry to say that, Anna, you have indeed found the right path, but you are just beginning your journey, and one day you will be qualified to perform such miracles of prayer and healing, just like we are. But right now you can't go in. The nun put her hands on Anna's shoulders, and she was still smiling, but as she spoke, she raised her brow slightly, as if in a faint condemnation.

Anna retreated at that gaze, and she sat down on the couch with some nervousness.

"Okay, I'm sorry I made that ridiculous offer, I'm just a little worried, you know, I really love Darling. ”

"You're going to get it back soon, it's going to be healthy and young, you're going to love it. ”

The nun hooked the corners of her mouth, and then she left Anna and walked into the room.

Calvin quickly chased after him, he had a premonition that the scene in the room would make him uncomfortable and that there was nothing he could do to change anything, but he still couldn't control his actions.

Darling's eyes pierced his heart like red-hot nails.

"Whew......"

Not surprisingly, Calvin saw two dogs on the other side of the room.

One was Darling, who couldn't breathe, and the other was the big white dog that Calvin had ever seen.

It languished and slumped in a filthy iron cage, drooling all over the floor, apparently having been fed sleeping pills or something by the Advent before coming here.

The nun walked over to the cage and glanced at the white dog, whose amiable smile peeled off Lady Anna's face as if she had molted. She frowned, glaring angrily at the other young man in the room.

"What the is going on? Didn't I tell you to find a dog?"

The young man spat and kicked Darling before spreading his hand towards the nun.

"yes, it's like you said," he said, pointing to Darling, "it's just white." Then he pointed to the other one, "That one isn't fucking white, too." Isn't that about the same? What are you throwing a tantrum at?

"Holy Son, is this 'almost'? The old woman could tell at a glance that we had changed her for a dog!"

The nun lowered her voice, and she approached the young man and shouted angrily.

But in the face of her anger, the young man still looked indifferent: "So what, her dog is dying." It's a big deal, you can say that the soul of her dog is possessed by the new dog...... Poof. ”

At the end, he let out a laugh that seemed to be funny.

"Hahahaha Dog Soul Swap, hey, I think it's a great idea, you can try it later? It will also save us the trouble of finding the dog - it's not easy to trick that guy out of the yard. ”

The young man lifted his chin and pointed to the beautiful and healthy white dog in the cage.

The nun rolled her eyes at him.

"You should have stabbed yourself to death with a syringe—"

She let out a rather vicious curse.

Calvin watched indifferently as she circled back and forth between Darling and the white dog, perhaps figuring out something, and after a few minutes, the anxiety on her face faded.

After a few moments, she commanded the young man to stuff Darling into the cage in the corner.

It wasn't a special pet cage, just a rudimentary wooden box with a dirty blanket piled on top of it.

As the young man dragged Darling, the old dog seemed to sense his miserable fate, and he struggled to shake his feeble limbs in an attempt to stand up, and the desolate scream in his throat, which should have been silent, became rapid.

"Oh shit, tell it to shut up. ”

The nun said with some anxiety when she heard Darling's struggle.

"I've always thought your plan was stupid, please, even if you stuff it in a box and put a blanket on it, the old woman will still hear this guy whimper, won't she?"

"How do I know this disgusting thing can still scream, the last time I went to the pig's nest, it was dying, its tongue was so swollen that it didn't say a word. I thought it couldn't make a sound—"

The nun walked up to Darling, and she looked down at the dog on the ground, her face full of irritation and disgust.

"Kill it. ”

After a moment, her lips squirmed, and then she said in a voice that was almost whispering.

"What!\" The young man's eyes widened in some shock, he looked at the nun and repeated, "Kill a dog?"

"It looked like it wasn't far from death. ”

The nun said, and then she urged again: "Hurry up—get the job done, it's getting late, and it's better not to let the old fellow have any other ideas." ”

"Oh, this is fucking shit. ”

The young man's face furrowed. He looked very resistant, but that resistance did not make him refuse the nun's command.

["No...... No ......"]

Calvin stepped forward and stopped in front of Darling.

Still, the young man passed him without hindrance.

"God, I hate this. He threw up his hands and said to Darling on the ground, "I'll try to do it as fast as I can." ”

Darling's hind legs kicked the ground several times, and it was almost on its feet, but the soles of the young man's shoes still stepped on its head.

["Stop!"]

Calvin pounced on Darling, and he began to scream.

Is there anybody going to help him? Help this innocent little animal?

Calvin couldn't control himself, he cried out in his heart.

If there really is a God in this world, shouldn't it be at this time?

["Don't-don't-"]

But no one or God heard Calvin's call.

The world perfectly separated Calvin from what he had been through, leaving only Calvin at his cruelest level.

He could see it with his own eyes, but he couldn't make any changes-

The young man turned his face to the side, then slammed it hard.

"Click. ”

Calvin heard a small, small noise.

The sound of bones shattering.

Darling's whimpering stopped.

Calvin remained bent over, frozen in place. His eyes widened as he watched the young man, with disgust on his face, casually stuff the crate of the old dog's crate into the broken wooden crate.

Then he shook off the blanket and spread it roughly over the box to cover it.

Calvin glanced down at the floor.

There was a small trail of jet-black blood on the floor, bursting from the corner of his mouth when Darling's skull was crushed.

It was so sick that it didn't shed much blood even when it was killed.

At the same time, the nun was busy dragging the big white dog out of another cage, and she rested it on the linen cloth and placed it in the middle of the room.

There was a square table, or rather, an altar.

Blankets and flowers, as well as some so-called holy relics, surrounded the sleeping white dog. When the nun ordered the young man to turn off the lamp and light some scented candles, the dimly lit room was darkened with a decently mysterious atmosphere.

"Wow, that's good. ”

The young man folded his hands around his chest and let out a mocking exclamation.

The nun glared at him viciously.

Calvin slowly stood up, and he turned his head to see the man dressed in a black robe at the request of the nun, with a crystal statue of the Son hanging on his chest.

In the pendant, Calvin's own face appeared unusually distorted and evil......

He covered his mouth with his hand, and he wanted to vomit, but the wound on his back began to heat faintly.

"Anna, please come in—a miracle to greet you. ”

Then the nun opened the door.

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