Isaac let out a sigh, one of worry and helplessness, and whenever he made a sound, his tone was eerily similar to that of Dr. Holden.

"Maybe you'll think I'm nagging......"

"—but I really should have stopped my damn pills. ”

Calvin interrupted him and picked him up.

He didn't know what was going on, but when he heard the voice that reminded him of his dead father, he felt goosebumps on his body.

"I'll take notice. Calvin said absent-mindedly, and then he felt that the passage was too perfunctory, so he added, "...... I just need to wait a little bit, Izak, my life has been really chaotic these days. ”

Nightmares are just the slightest side effect of painkillers, sleeping pills and antidepressants.

Galvin couldn't see Isaac's face at this moment, but he could imagine that the other party was desperately trying to suppress his anger at this time—and it was only a dozen seconds before Isaac reluctantly resumed the conversation with Calvin again.

"Forget it. He said, "Then let's get down to business, I've sent Virgilli's background file to your mailbox, so please take time out of your time to save the world and look at the boring information that took me a lot of effort to get along." ”

"Wow, you're more efficient, Isakh. Calvin deliberately made his tone sound warmer in order to salvage the stiffness that had begun to spread between the brothers.

"Because that guy is pretty much famous—though you wouldn't be able to notice it from the looks alone. ”

Isaac said with a hint of unpleasantness, "By the way...... Do you remember what the old man always told us? That one about □□. ”

"'Those who are vicious and malicious do not usually appear to the world in a terrible appearance, but on the contrary, they usually look either pitiful or polite, and there is something lovely about them...... It's like □□always have to be sugar-coated so that people can swallow it willingly" – if that's what you say, yes, I remember. ”

Calvin replied, frowning as he went into the kitchen and poured himself a whole cup of piping hot Americano, only then did he feel his fingertips warm up a little.

"Why did you bring this up all of a sudden?" he asked his brother, with some confusion. However, Isaac did not give him a clear answer.

"Nothing, I'm just wary that you have to be careful. ”

Isaac said dryly, and after finishing his vigorous maternal nagging, he finally hung up.

Calvin sighed at the sound of a busy sound coming from the microphone.

He poured himself another cup of coffee — with some "damn" pills — and sat down at his desk, opened his notebook, and began to browse through the background information about Virgilly.

After a few minutes, Calvin's fingers unconsciously flicked a few times on the table.

In a sense, Virgili Eberts is a genius, a real genius, or in a more subtle way: there is something different about him in his body.

He was born into a wealthy family, his father was working as an investment manager at a Wall Street company at the time, and his mother was a housewife with a near-perfect template. But in a country like the United States, there are countless such families – and almost all of them have a residual desire to be "different"*. Luckily or unfortunately, Victori Eberts was the opportunity for the family to be different.

On Christmas Day, when he was three years old, he received an oak wooden children's piano as a Christmas present, and the young Vigilli, who was not yet able to express himself fully, was simply fascinated by his new toy.

For the first few days he could only use his fleshy fingers to make crisp sounds on the white and black keyboard, and after a few days those random sounds turned into rhythmic tunes—and one day a week later, while his mother was cooking in the kitchen, she suddenly heard a beautiful piano sound from the living room. At first, she thought it was just music on TV, but when she came to the living room, she saw her 3-year-old sitting in front of the piano and playing the tune.

Virgilli's journey as a musical prodigy begins with a tune from the living room that day. His parents happened to be the type of people who had enough energy, money, and connections — and he started a prodigy piano tour year after year, from country to country. Unfortunately, it was this touring life that left him with no way to get a consistent and regular formal musical training, and his tour soon became the backdrop for his parents' charity galas to expand his network, and he was more of a fun commodity for his parents to show themselves...... This life lasted until the age of fifteen, when the boy reached adolescence in the physical and psychological sense. The musical prodigy exploded completely, giving up the piano altogether and turning to painting, which he was not good at.

(The relationship between the Eberts and Virgili Eberts was very stiff, and the cold war between the two sides lasted until three years ago, when Virgili Eberts was admitted to the hospital in a coma after overingesting □□.) ）

Calvin's mouse slid over the passage.

Well, now he can probably understand the origin of Isaac's strange attitude before - the same talent that his parents valued, the same people who were treated as odd commodities to tour the country, and the same stiff relationship with his parents......

There are so many unavoidable similarities between Virgili Eberts and Calvin that he may have been even more unlucky than Calvin: since he was hospitalized for □□, Virgilli's parents have begun to "care" for their disobedient son again. Calvin glanced at the document, which showed that the Eberts had a record of unsuccessful IVF attempts over the past few years — a time of despair for their second child just as they were beginning to care for Virgili Eberts again.

Calvin pursed the corners of his lips as he heard a voice in his heart curse an expletive. Of course, he would not lower his vigilance against him because of what happened to Vigilli's pitiful little one, but it was undeniable that Vigilli's past did make him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Hoo ......"

Calvin exhaled deeply. At the end of the document are some video footage of some of the live performances of the year by Virgili – as all the tours were basically in-house charity galas, the musical prodigy did not have much to keep behind.

Calvin frowned and moved his mouse over a video, not quite sure if he really needed to watch it, but he finally double-clicked the mouse anyway.

Some noisy voices pop up as the video plays.

"Let's welcome an unprecedented musical prodigy......"

Calvin frowned, and at this time......

"Bang bang—"

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