deformed bone

Vigilie's eyes widened in surprise, his lips quivered... and then he gave that hurt look.

There was no doubt that Calvin's cold words (although his attitude was perfectly normal in a place like the Cross) had hurt Virgil's feelings in some way, and Calvin's temple twitched when he realized it. , There was a slight oppressive feeling in his chest, and he felt anxious for a while.I don't know why, Calvin always feels a little uneasy when facing this innocent young man named Virgil.It's rare, after all, he's gotten himself into enough trouble over the years, and to deal with it, Calvin has learned to treat people outside of his life as shit or something that doesn't matter .

Calvin glanced at Virgil's wound again. To people in the normal world, it might be considered a serious wound—but to people in this area, it was just a minor wound. There are no bullet holes in Ji Li's body now, and his intestines are well wrapped by muscles and skin in the abdominal cavity without falling all over the floor.

Virgil trembled slightly under Calvin's sight, he looked really terrified and helpless.

"I'm sorry, I can pay for the dry cleaning, uh, the couch's..." He glanced at the blood-stained old couch and said awkwardly, staring at Calvin, licking his lips and continuing, "Me, I didn't mean to make trouble, it's just... my phone was taken, oh yes, and my bag - my phone was in my bag..."

Mr. Snack with Strawberry Jam was getting fainter and weaker.

"... I lost my keys too, I thought about going to the police myself but I... I got hurt... I thought maybe I could come here and borrow the phone..."

Calvin's brows became tighter and tighter, and the bartender beside him coughed twice with his fist in front of his mouth, hiding his smirk.

"He looks really fascinated by you."

After a while, the bartender whispered in Calvin's ear.

"I swear this is the worst approach I've ever seen, he really just wants to come here to see you one more time."

Although Virgili tried his best to appear natural, his attempt was still seen through at a glance.The keys and mobile phone were taken away is certainly one reason, but the bartender can be sure that the reason why a guy like Virgili, the Princess and the Pea, ran back to the Cross Bar with blood on his face... could only be because he wanted to be in the bar. Talk to Calvin again.

Calvin glanced up at the bartender.

"Is there a bandage?"

he asked nonchalantly.

Now the bartender opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Bandages... I think there's some, but I'll have to look for it, God knows where I put the first aid kit..."

Things got interesting, and the bartender couldn't help but look back at Vigili to see what was special about him.

During his time working with Calvin, the bartender didn't miss all the goofy things Calvin's admirers did, and even the most troublesome of them (several men and Women claimed to commit suicide for Calvin), Calvin behaved as unmoved as the iceberg hit by the Titanic, and in many cases, his performance could even be said to be ruthless.

And now... Although Calvin didn't have any expression on his face and his voice was still cold, the bartender was still keenly aware that his attitude towards Virgil was a bit subtle, at least the last time the guy gave himself a slap in front of the bar because of Calvin's refusal. The unlucky ghost with two bullets may not have received such "kind" care from Calvin.

Calvin avoided the bartender's probing eyes, and he was staring at the trembling Virgil.

"I don't like idiots," he said, "especially the ones who kill themselves for stupid reasons—you'd better go to the hospital and the police instead of wasting your time here."

"I...I just...I'm sorry."

Virgili's shoulders were slumped, his face was pale from blood loss - and his eyes looked pale as well.

And at this moment, someone interrupted the conversation between Virgil and Calvin.

"You can use some bandages for this kind of wound..."

Isaac stood beside Calvin, he stared at Virgil vigilantly and said.

As Calvin's elder brother, he also quickly realized Calvin's subtle attitude towards Virgil, and this realization made him instantly erect his sting like a porcupine.

Almost the moment he saw Virgil, Isaac realized very clearly that he didn't like Virgil at all: he didn't like the mint-colored innocent looking eyes, and he didn't like the fluffy little flower He doesn't like the tall but clumsy form, and of course he doesn't like his obvious fascination with Calvin.

He suppressed the disgust that was about to overflow from his throat, and intentionally or unintentionally stood between Calvin and Virgil.

"You said you were robbed? By whom? This is Redbeard's floor. Under normal circumstances, no one wants to touch the guests of the Cross Bar."

Isaac didn't notice at all that he began to interrogate Virgil with the attitude of interrogating a suspect.

Vigily subconsciously sat down inside the sofa, and then his expression twisted because his action involved the wound.

Perhaps because of the pain, his eye sockets were slightly wet, which made him look even more pitiful.

"Isaac, he is not from our place..."

Calvin rubbed his temples, trying to calm down his overly protective brother.

It must be explained that Virgilis is indeed too conspicuous...and too "delicious". Even the deterrent power of Riley the Red Beard is hard to make people wrong the fat sheep who sent it to his mouth.

But it was clear that his efforts had only backfired.

"Don't open your mouth, Calvin, this guy is a bit suspicious."

Isaac said with a tense voice.

"I, I'm not lying, I don't know what happened - a young man rushed out and took my stuff, I had my design in my bag, and I, I tried to get him to keep it for me, but……"

Vigily opened his mouth to defend in a panic, and Calvin finished the rest of the sentence for him.

"But instead he beat you up and took out a pocket knife and slashed at you as you tried to keep your bag."

Virgil's eyes lit up, and he nodded desperately.

"Yes, yes. That's right, that's it."

The admiration and dependence pervading that creamy face made Isaac and Calvin both feel stomachaches at the same time.

Calvin shrugged his shoulders at Isaac.

"Some young people have wandered here recently."

And young people are always less obedient.

What Calvin didn't say was that Riley the Redbeard was losing absolute control of the area, although he didn't want to admit it at all.However, time is cruel to human beings, and in a sense, aging may be even crueler to a gangster leader.Compounding the situation was the serious illness and passing of Dr. Holden.To outsiders, Riley the Red Beard seemed completely devastated by Dr. Holden's death.

However, Calvin did not intend to show concern about this matter in front of others.

The bartender dug out a worryingly dilapidated first-aid kit from nowhere, and Calvin dug out a roll of bandages from inside under Isaac's disapproving gaze.

Then he squatted down beside the sofa.

"Put out your hand."

He said indifferently to Virgil, who was stunned for a moment, and then stretched out the hand in front of Calvin flattered—perhaps because this action involved his wound again, Calvin saw The hairs on Virgil's arms stood up.

At an arm's length away, Calvin could still hear Virgil's rapid breathing.

"Under normal circumstances, I don't kill people with bandages...you don't need to be so nervous."

Virgil's body trembled to the point of being a little surprising, so that Calvin couldn't bear it and said.

"Yes, sorry..."

Virgil apologized in a voice that seemed to be about to cry.

Calvin felt the veins on his temples twitch, and Isaac clicked his tongue very unwillingly behind him.

"I just said a Band-Aid would get rid of him."

The police detective muttered dissatisfiedly, and he stared at Vigili vigilantly, as if the pale boy would jump up and swallow his beloved brother in one second.

"You can really shut up, Isaac."

Calvin said coldly, he wrapped the bandage around Virgil's wound, completely different from the rough way when he was bartending, his way of bandaging the wound was extremely dexterous and agile.

However, Virgili acted as if he was about to be killed by Calvin——

His eyes closed tightly, his lips became bright red, and a whimper-like gasp escaped from the cracks in his lips.

Calvin almost doubted whether his bandaging skills had really deteriorated to such an extent. For God's sake, he just accidentally touched Virgil's skin lightly, but the latter was completely Everyone jumped up.

"No, no, don't—"

Calvin thought he heard a whisper from Virgili's throat.

"Ok."

Calvin raised his eyebrows, he no longer deliberately controlled his strength, and tied a heavy knot on the arm of the "Princess and the Pea".Oddly, though, the gesture that should have caused pain quieted Virgili instead.

The latter opened his eyes and stared at Calvin with a gaze that could not be expressed in words.

Calvin felt uncomfortable for some reason. He frowned and glanced at Virgil, then he stood up and subconsciously stood beside Isaac.

He bumped Isaac with his shoulder.

"Then it's your job to send him to the police station."

Calvin said Virgil's gaze rested on his back as if on the verge of solidification, and Calvin tried to act as if he didn't notice it.

Isaac pointed to himself in disbelief.

"Wait, my job?"

"That's right, 'Detective'." Calvin deliberately emphasized the latter address.