Calvin's breathing paused for a moment.

He always felt that he might have to interrupt Isaac and tell him what was happening in his apartment. But at this moment, he realized that he could not even pronounce a syllable. He could only stand there, holding the phone, silently listening to Izac's voice on the other side of the phone's microphone.

Asaac's voice sounded strangely echoed, as if it had come from some cave.

“…… Billy died this morning, acting in a very strange way, attacking a traffic policeman and then being shot dead. My medical examiner is examining his body...... Perhaps a new type of drug has entered the market. ”

Calvin felt his fingertips feel unusually cold.

He tilted his head slowly and looked at his couch.

In the gap between the bottom of the old sofa and the floor...... Did you have that thick shadow before?

"Calvin?"

Calvin's long silence made Aisaac unable to help but ask.

"Is it normal for you to have a qiē there?"

He asked.

"I don't know. ”

Calvin replied dryly.

He held his phone in one hand and pulled the gun out of his pocket with the other.

Then he slowly approached his couch, step by step, step by step.

"You may not believe it......" he whispered, as if speaking to Isaac on the phone, as if talking to himself, "that dead Billy you're talking about is under my couch right now." ”

"What? wait......

Isaac looked surprised, but Calvin didn't pay attention to the new detective's exclamation—he lifted his leg and kicked the couch hard.

"Bang-"

The cheap second-hand sofa was lighter than he had imagined, and he could even easily kick the sofa to the side, and the dust that had accumulated under the sofa for many years suddenly rose, and Calvin's gun was pointed straight in that direction.

“……”

What appeared in Calvin's eyes was a crumpled piece of black fabric.

It was the "robe" that Billy was wearing.

It was covered in dust, with dust in the folds, and the "Billy" who was screaming and crying under the couch before was gone.

Calvin's face was whiter than paper, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and then he slowly reached out on his toes and kicked the piece of fabric to the side...... He still couldn't find any sign of Billy's zài, but another sign that shook off the fabric made Calvin's back feel cold.

The sign also had a white label on it: Meryl $9.99

Calvin's pupils narrowed for a moment, and he grabbed the piece of fabric from the ground in disbelief, rubbing his thumb against the sign that hung on it.

"Fuck God. ”

He uttered an extremely vicious swear word.

“…… Calvin, Calvin, what the hell is going on, answer me, what the hell is going on......

Isaac roared hoarsely through the microphone, his voice echoing through the dead silence of the room for a long time.

Calvin put the phone back to his ear.

"Isaac, I think you really need to come to my house. ”

Calvin said hoarsely to his brother.

……

……

……

"Maybe it's your hallucination. ”

Ten minutes later, Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, glared at Calvin's messy room with an ugly face, and said.

Calvin leaned against the edge of the bed in his bedroom, and instead of answering Izac immediately, he lowered his head and turned on the lighter and lit himself another cigarette.

Calvin's face was slightly blurred by the lilac smoke rising in the backlight, and the black robe that Billy had left behind hung haphazardly from the window railing in his hand.

"I know what hallucinations are. Calvin said.

Isaac rubbed his brow in pain: "But...... You know, it's ridiculous, something must have gone wrong. They checked the DNA, and the tattered body was that hapless little Billy, and I was standing in front of the autopsy room when I was on the phone with you, not to mention that you didn't see the man's face......"

"I can recognize his voice—"

"The voice is fake. Isaac interrupted Calvin, "And the one you mentioned...... Not even a seven-year-old can get under that crevice......"

"But ......"

"Hey, maybe this is some new kind of trick, close-up magic or something, I don't know who it is, and why is he here to tease you, but ...... The guy in your room, it can't be Billy. ”

Calvin's lips twitched, and he wanted to say something, but he remained silent.

Aizac stood up, walked over to Calvin's side, and took the cigarette from the latter's hand.

"It's probably easier than you think, Billy has a high dose of drugs in his blood, whatever the damn drug is, it broke Billy's brain anyway - he probably attacked Georgie, you know, people with broken brains don't recognize their friends. As for the guy who showed up in your room, he, he ......"

The officer suddenly stopped his weak explanation in frustration.

Calvin stared deeply at his unrelated brother, and the look in his eyes pierced Azak's feigned calmness very lightly.

You see, that's the downside of growing up together: just by looking at each other, there's absolutely no way to miss the uneasiness that pervades each other.

"Did you see that label?" Calvin pointed to the black cloth on the ground, "In the period before he died, Dad's blood circulation became very bad, you know, he was very weak. Like the other old men in that damn room, he was always cold. So I went to Meryl's department store, and there was a store pù that was on sale...... Then I spent $9.99 there and bought him a black blanket. ”

Isaac followed Calvin's gaze toward the ground.

"Oh God......"

"I don't feel good, Izak. Calvin said.

"Maybe it's just some kind of psychological intimidation. ”

"I'm going to visit the doctor's grave later. Billy had some mud on his feet at the time......"

"Wait, do you really think that our dead father gave that 'Billy' some kind of revelation from the cemetery for him to come to you, talk some gibberish, and then shrink under your couch and finally disappear......?" Calvin: After all, we live in a modern society, and we will always get the answer......"

"Maybe you're right. Calvin picked up Azack's words. "But you and I both know that something is not quite right about me. Calvin forced Aysaac to look at him, "as if we had seen that white face in a tree......"

Isaac stumbled when he heard Calvin's words, and he nearly fell to the ground.

Then he looked up with a pale face and glared at Calvin fiercely.

"I don't want to talk about this—"

"Who is it?!"

Before he could finish his sentence, however, Calvin jumped alertly at a small sound from the doorway. He jerked his head and yelled at the door. At the same time, he pulled out his gun and aimed it at the place.

At the location of the doorway stood a man.

The dim light in the hallway made his figure seem a little blurred, and beneath his feet was a dark and rich shadow.

Calvin admits that he was frightened, and when he saw the figure, he almost pulled the trigger in fright.

But before he could do that, Isaac had pounced on the figure like a leopard and knocked him to the ground, the latter screaming in pain from the impact of his fists and floor.

"Pain, pain, pain—"

It was this weak, harmless voice like a sheep that brought Calvin's mind back to sobriety.

"Wait a minute......" he hurried to Isaac and stopped his fist.

Then he looked at the man under Aizak's knees, nosebleeds and tears in his eyes, and called out his name in shock.

“…… Virgilly?"

There was a slight hesitation in Calvin's tone.

The little lamb-like boy looked nothing more wolfish, his nosebleed on half of his face, the bruises on his forehead extending to his eye sockets, and the mottled purple and dark cyan marks on his face that Calvin had left him a week before.

He curled up pitifully on the ground, tilting his head and whimpering as Calvin looked.

"Hug, I'm sorry, I'...... I...... I rang the doorbell, but it didn't work...... I was about to knock on the door, but the door, the door didn't close...... It opened ...... on its own."

Vigili stammered as he explained that the violence he had just suffered had caused him to bite his tongue and that he was slurring his words.

In the face of Vigilli's pitiful appearance, Isaac still had a very ugly face, and the latter even increased the strength of his knees, looking at him as if he were looking at a cockroach with an egg sheath on its back.

"This pervert stalked you to your house?"

He asked Calvin through gritted teeth.

Calvin was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"Let him go, Isaac, he's out of danger. He said.

Calvin organized the language in his head, and for a few seconds he tried to explain to Isaac about Virgilli: the pot of beef, the funny multiple personalities, and the violence he had used against this guy before......

Oh, forget it.

Calvin quickly dismissed his years, and at such times he really didn't have the heart to engage in a tirade with Itzhac. His eyes fell on Vigilli's miserable face.

He realized that every time he saw Vickyli, the young master who was not very good at his head seemed to be beaten, and this more or less aroused the little sympathy that remained in Calvin's heart.

"Let him go. He said to Izak again, and his brother reluctantly stood up.

"Sorry...... cough cough cough ......"

Virgili coughed violently for a few moments before he struggled to sit up from the floor, and he managed to get up from the floor with the shoe cabinet.

"Why are you here?" Calvin's brow furrowed as his eyes fell on the blood on Vigilli's face, "I thought I had told you not to be in my sight again?"

"Hey, wait, he's pestering you, why didn't I know about it?"

Isaac's eyes widened, and he raised his voice like a fried cat.

"You just have to keep your mouth shut. Calvin couldn't help but yell at Isaac.

However, his voice directly startled Vicili, and the young and wolf-like multi-personality patient shrunk his neck, and tears seemed to burst out of the corners of his eyes.

"I, I, I...... I don't have any ill will, I swear!" he raised his hands at Isaac, "I'm just coming...... Come ......"

"You didn't stutter when you were here last time. Calvin whispered impatiently. "I don't want to beat you up again. ”

"I'm here to return your towel. ”

Virgili said quickly, one of his hands still in a surrendering position, while the other trembled into his pocket and pulled out a roll of old washed, soft white towel.

It was the towel that Calvin had used to give him ice.

Both Isaac and Calvin turned incredibly stinky when they saw the towel.

"Huh, towels?" Isaac turned his head to stare at Calvin, "Why didn't I know you had a friend who could exchange towels with each other?"

Calvin had to take a deep breath to avoid giving Vigili and Isaac a few shots each.

"It's not funny, Mr. Virgilli. ”

He spoke coldly.

Vicili's shoulders drooped, and he squeezed out a shy smile at Calvin that was so hard to look at.

"Actually...... In fact, returning the towel is just an excuse, I just want to see you again, just a look. "In fact, I've been thinking about you all the time since you drove me away - you really hit me in the heart. ”

"Click-"

There was a crisp sound, and Calvin raised his eyes and glanced at Isaac as the gun in his hand was loaded.