A drop of cold sweat dripped down Calvin's forehead.

Thankfully, the entire hall was in a state of heat due to poor air conditioning, and at such temperatures it was normal for anyone to sweat — Calvin said in his heart that he wished his appearance had not caught the conductor's attention.

"Where's the ticket?" asked the conductor, raising his eyes, staring at Calvin's face, the cross on his chest trembling slightly from the shock as he spoke.

Calvin wished he could smile at the conductor, but he immediately realized that his facial muscles were as stiff as cement.

"Las Vegas. ”

Calvin subconsciously said that his voice sounded as sharp as a seventh-grade girl.

The conductor frowned, and he glanced quickly at Calvin's costume and luggage. Calvin realized that he had made a mistake — he shouldn't have said he was going to Las Vegas, he didn't look like a job seeker looking there for a bite to eat, and even less like a tourist looking to go to a casino.

Something that made Calvin feel tight in his back gradually appeared in the conductor's gaze, and as Calvin spoke, his gaze looked back and forth like a dagger.

Calvin pretended to be embarrassed and adjusted his hat, the shadows and foundation on his face could temporarily change the contours of his face, but if you looked closely at it from a close distance, someone could still see the clues.

What's more, he's been sweating non-stop.

Maybe his sweat had already washed those foundations out of the mark?

That's why he caught the attention of the conductor so easily?

Calvin couldn't control his thoughts. His left hand was always hidden in his pocket, rubbing his fingertips against the hard, smooth spine of the dagger through the fabric.

"Cash or credit card?"

Thankfully, after a few seconds of pause, Calvin heard the conductor ask.

"Cash. ”

Calvin replied dryly.

"Forty dollars. ”

Said the conductor.

Calvin breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the conductor's answer, and it looked like he was almost ready to buy his ticket. The sudden relaxation after the high tension made his knees feel a little weak.

However, just as he was about to take out his wallet, the conductor frowned and asked an irrelevant question.

"You wear contact lenses?"

Calvin's movements froze, and the conductor continued to ask as if he were accosting.

"Colored contact lenses are right? I don't see men wearing contact lenses very often. ”

Calvin's fingers pinched the edge of the leather armor hard.

When he looked up at the conductor again, he had already put on a troubled look of dissatisfaction.

"So? I don't think it's weird, it's a fucking Los Angeles here—"

After Calvin's arrogant expression, the Adventist conductor became much weaker. He shrunk his shoulders and moved his butt against the chair.

"I just think it's a good color. ”

He even gave Calvin a dry explanation.

"I'm sorry—"

Calvin's conversation with the salesman was interrupted by a tall young man behind him.

"Are you two finished*? I thought this was the ticket window? Or am I mistaken?"

Calvin saw the salesman's face flushed.

He couldn't help but look back at the young man, secretly grateful for the slightest hint of the other man's urging.

It was a slick-looking guy, with barely handsome features, apparently well-groomed, and he had one of those fashionable hairstyles with shaved temples, but he looked a little ridiculous, and his IQ was not very high.

And it is quite possible that he has a special preference for men. Calvin could tell this not because he was wearing a rubber-pink T-shirt and skinny jeans, but because after noticing Calvin, the fierce and arrogant expression on the young man's face suddenly disappeared, and he stared at Calvin's face, the corners of his mouth grinning to the sides. He even stuck out his tongue and licked his lips in what he thought was secret.

Calvin resisted the urge to frown, and after noticing the interest of the man behind him, he immediately realized that the other party was most likely his rare opportunity.

Calvin thoughtfully rested his gaze on the man's sturdy chest and arms behind him for a moment, and then turned his head back for a moment when the other's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was concentrating on his ticket purchase, and everything that had just happened was just a small episode.

A few minutes later, Calvin got his ticket to Las Vegas, and he slowly paced to the boarding gate — no, he certainly couldn't just get to Las Vegas.

The Advent Party's tracking of him was more accurate and precise than he thought. Calvin even had a sense that the group knew his patterns of behavior inside out. Something must have gone wrong, but Calvin didn't want to think about it at the moment......

Although his performance at the station allowed him to escape the suspicion of the Adventists for a while, it also left enough suspicious points for the group to react to after a little thought (for God's sake, if he had known that the Adventists could lay such tight control at the station, he would not have considered this path at all). The distance from Los Angeles to Las Vegas is not too long, and the route is exceptionally simple. There were only three rest points where the car stopped, and all of them were small, and the surrounding area was desolate, and no matter where Calvin got off the car at that time, the Adventists could clearly track his last traces, and it was difficult for him to hide his tracks near the three rest points.

The most terrifying thing was that if they caught up directly with the moving car, which sounded ridiculous, but it wasn't impossible, especially since Calvin had seen the power of the Advent Sect now, he had to be more careful about his every move than before.

Calvin looked down at the ticket in his hand and lowered his eyes.

He didn't go too fast, enough for the young man behind him to keep up with him after buying his ticket.

He even heard a conversation between the young man behind him and the conductor -

"Where are you going?"

"San Francisco...... No, no, Las Vegas. ”

"Leaving Las Vegas at 4:30 p.m.?"

"Yes, that's right, Las Vegas. ”

……

Calvin stared at the ticket to Las Vegas at 4:30 in his hand and smiled slightly.

He didn't have to wait long for the young man to catch up with him in high spirits.

"Hey, I'm David. ”

He sat down next to Calvin in the waiting room, then extended his hand to him.

"Alberta. Calvin used the name on his fake driver's license, and after a pause, he added, "You can call me Al too." ”

A nickname undoubtedly represents a certain degree of closeness.

The man named David quickly understood what Calvin was revealing meant.

He has become more enthusiastic and attentive than before.

And Calvin wasn't mistaken about his essence - a young male dog on the verge of an explosion of testosterone. Calvin just stared into David's eyes from time to time, revealing that trance-like and sweet smile, which succeeded in arousing David's great interest. In less than an hour, David was already treating him like a lover in love.

He pressed his hand to Calvin's body, his hot hand on Calvin's knee, and then he put his head to Calvin's ear, and from time to time he made some dirty joke that he thought was funny.

The performance was unseemly, and Calvin noticed that there were already strange glances cast at them around him—just as he had hoped.

He looked at the time again, and there was less than half an hour left before the drive......

As David repeated the joke that "Africans wrap their raw tools around their waists so they don't drag them on the floor," Calvin leaned forward slightly, his cheeks flushed, and he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue as David had done before.

"Oh my God, it's really not funny...... You must know that the man's place is always not too big. ”

He lowered his voice and whispered in David's ear in that slightly hoarse voice.

Sure enough, David's eyes instantly deepened.

Calvin knew that the other party understood his hint, and his smile grew sweeter.

"I thought I should go to the bathroom to put some water in it – you know, long journeys are always hard. ”

David's pupils flickered, revealing the glow of hyena-like interest.

"Oh, maybe I should too—should go and relax. ”

Calvin stroked his inner thigh lightly, and he whispered, "Oh, you'd better wait." I don't want to be thought of as a middle school girl who goes to the toilet together. ”

He saw himself in David's eyes, an interested and enthusiastic young boy.

He lifted his rucksack and walked straight past a man who had been reading on e-paper to the bathroom. (The man's t-shirt was so thin that it didn't take much effort for Calvin to see the cross he had hidden in the t-shirt.)

Calvin waited less than a minute in the ammonia-scented toilet before the door slammed open, and David gasped and slipped in, locking the door.

"I wish I hadn't been late—"

He said with a smirk, walking over to Calvin.

"No, you're just in time. ”

Calvin said with a smile. 166 Reading Network