When Red Deer arrived at the restaurant, he saw a messy kitchen.

The refrigerator was knocked down, and the motor in the iron box made an abnormal roar after it was poured, and next to the refrigerator, several drawers containing cutlery were pulled down and smashed on the ground, high-grade bone china plates, gilded knives and forks, walnut pepper shakers and salt shakers, and hand-carved crystal plates...... Those expensive cutlery are now part of the wreckage that is all over the ground. Calvin leaned against the side of the island table with a pale face.

Noticing Red Deer's footsteps, he jerked his head back - the moment he saw Calvin, Red Deer almost thought Calvin was crying.

Of course, that's just an illusion.

Calvin just broke out in a cold sweat and looked unusually fierce.

"Calvin ......"

Red Deer's gaze flickered for a moment, and he quickly put on the mask of "Reed" and walked towards Calvin, but he stopped the moment he stepped into the kitchen.

The temperature in this area is much cooler than on the stairs. Calvin was not aware of it, but the red deer immediately felt the change of light in the room, as if it had sunk into a lake of sewage, and the light coming in from the smooth and bright □□window was dyed a faint cyan, and they became cloudy and heavy, and even if they breathed heavily, it would make people feel suffocated.

Red Deer stared intently towards the refrigerator.

The refrigerator toppled over revealing the wall behind it, which was empty except for a small hazel oval mark.

It looked like someone had accidentally smeared a mark on the wall with a dusty palm - of course, it could also be understood as a thin girl constantly tapping her forehead against the wall.

An indescribable sound vibrated in the air, and it sounded a bit like the kind of audio circulating on the Internet, testing how old your hearing age is, that harsh, high-pitched white noise.

And it was from that circular trail that the voice came.

"I'm sorry—"

Calvin looked up, and he spoke slowly, trying to suppress the tremor in his voice.

"I guess there's something wrong with your fridge...... Maybe it's something supernatural, or maybe I'm really crazy......"

"Yes, there's something here. ”

Red Deer, oh, should be called Reed by now, said calmly.

He stepped over the debris on the ground and walked in front of the wall, and he used his body to stand between Calvin and the stain.

He didn't want Calvin to see the stain as it was—it was gradually deforming, deforming, like worms wriggling beneath the wallpaper trying to break through the shackles.

The hazel eventually turned into two bloodless lips, then the jagged teeth, and behind the yellowed teeth was a dark throat from which the piercing (for red deer only) screams came from the stench and smell of blood.

Red Deer turned slightly to the side and picked up a small silver butter knife from his feet.

Expressionlessly, he plunged the knife into the blackened gums of the mouth, and with a "poof", the hard blade easily stabbed into the rotten and soft cotton-like gums.

"Pap" "Papa" "Papa" ......

The slender roots of the teeth were prying out of the flesh and fell to the ground.

They turn into droplets of sticky, asphalt-like black unidentified matter the moment they touch the floor.

A strange smell of sulfur permeated.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

When the red deer walked away from the wall, there was no sign on the wall except for a few marks poked by a dining knife.

"Good news and bad news for you. ”

Reid clapped his hands and turned back to face Calvin.

"The good news is that you're not crazy, the bad news is that it's really superpower time-"

Calvin's gaze lingered for a moment on the few drops of black, viscous liquid, his expression a little strange.

"What's that?" he couldn't help but ask, his voice a little comical because of the tension of his vocal cords.

Reed kicked away the pieces of the once expensive porcelain corpse and walked in front of Calvin, who reached out to Calvin and pulled him up from the ground. It took a little effort on his part, for Calvin could barely exert his strength. Through his skin, Reed could clearly feel the pulsations on Calvin's wrists, the veins beating lively, but Calvin's fingers were as cold as ice.

Reed gave that worried look (and made sure it was just right for Calvin to see), and he poked in front of Calvin's forehead.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

Calvin shook his head stiffly, his gaze over Reed's shoulder, still resting on the spot where the stain had been.

"What did you just do? Those black things......

"It's just some residue, don't be afraid. Reed interrupted him, "...... It's hard to explain, you can understand them as the blood of the soul. "Or the shadow of the door.

Lovely Reed, of course, wouldn't tell Calvin the second half of the story.

"That's a little girl......" Calvin whispered after a moment of silence, he could almost describe as "shaky," "I think I know her well, maybe ......"

The girl was probably Isa, Calvin thought, but he couldn't really be sure—he didn't even see the girl's full face, and the only thing he could see was the girl's bloodshot eyes when that face was completely twisted. The eyeballs looked as if they were about to roll out of their sockets, hidden in the crevices of the blood-stained dark brown hair.

That's not the eyes of a human being, at least not the eyes of a living human.

The cloudy iris looked at Calvin emotionlessly like a white glass bead rubbing against his hair. Several streaks of blood poured out of his forehead, cutting the exposed bluish-white skin into many pieces like a red knife.

She spoke.

"The person in the mirror is black, don't trust him to eat your heart and brain, it's where the soul exists. ”

"Isa?"

"The end result is the roar of a flat rail train holding hands. ”

“…… Be...... Is that you?"

"Blood and wings are important. ”

“……”

Calvin was completely speechless, and his accumulated sanity was drained in the first few questions.

He felt that he was almost going crazy, not because of the appearance of the ghost (after all, all kinds of 3D technology in horror movies nowadays can create a much more terrifying image than that girl), but because of the certain aura that emanated from the phantom body, the strong malice and evil that burst out of the illogical sentences.

Calvin felt as if he could smell Daniel.

When he smashed Daniel's skull to pieces with the statue that night many years ago, the man's brain was mixed with the sweet scent of blood gushing out.

“…… Run, run, Iler!"

That was the last thing the girl said.

The moment he heard "Il", Calvin felt the thing called reason in his body completely shatter.

When he came to his senses, he found himself sitting in the ruins of cutlery and ornaments, his body prostrated from overexertion.

Calvin soon found that his legs were so weak that he could barely stand, and finally Reed forcibly hugged him and pushed him to the second-floor room. Reed closed the door with his foot, and then carefully placed Calvin on the bed.

"You need to rest, you're freaked out - by the way, having a fucking superpower event like being unprepared for a little bit of blood, and that thing probably carries some kind of ray or particle that science can't detect, and you're probably going to feel weak under its influence, and you're depressed, and you're sane—"

"Sounds like it's smoking too much□□......"

Calvin muttered.

Reed burst out laughing, and he sat down on the edge of Calvin's bed, touching the wound on Calvin's back through the fabric.

"Trust me, □□ are so much cuter than those nasty superpower events. I hope it doesn't make your condition worse...... Oh, of course, it's just a vain hope. How are you feeling right now?"

Calvin shook his head.

"It's fine. He said.

Reed raised an eyebrow, "Look, this is the damn deterioration of the condition, you have lost the feeling of a limb." He withdrew his hand and showed Calvin the side of his palm. There was a small patch of blood on his palm.

Calvin blinked.

He hadn't felt anything until Reed reminded him, but when he saw the blood, dizziness and nausea jumped inside Calvin's body like a student who had been woken up by a teacher.

Calvin's gaze began to flutter, like a precursor to fainting, but it was clearly not a good time to faint.

"I wonder if that ghost has anything to do with me...... If that's really the girl I know...... Is this proof that she already has something......"

Calvin gritted his teeth and said word for word.

The uneasiness was so strong that it almost turned into a dagger of substance, probably the only reason he could stay awake now.

Reid shook his head.

"Oh, don't worry baby, I'm sure she's okay, like you see...... That kind of thing is something that only living people can have. ”

His hand pressed against Calvin's chest, and his fingertips nimbly unbuttoned Calvin's shirt.

Calvin reflexively tried to stop him, but Reed grabbed the ointment on the bedside table and shook it in front of Calvin's eyes.

"For God's sake, I really don't care what kind of psychological barrier you have, in short, let me give you medicine! I promise you with my life that this will be the best solution to deal with those two wounds in your back!"

Calvin was silent for a moment, then he slowly let go of Reed's hand.

Reed quickly took off Calvin's clothes...... The latter's body had been trembling slightly during the process.

"I ...... I thought only ghosts were the souls of the dead. ”

Maybe it's to escape, or maybe it's just a simple doubt. Calvin turned his head sideways to look Reed in the eye, and he asked stiffly.

“…… What you see is not a ghost, it is a ghost, which is popularly interpreted as a strong emotional projection - the embodiment of human brain waves in reality after being strongly stimulated. Reed's hand rubbed against Calvin's back...... God knows why that thing is behind my fridge, it's kind of disgusting, to be honest. 166 Reading Network