deformed bone

a week later--

"Snapped--"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the glass cup covered with detergent slipped from Calvin's fingertips, and then was smashed into the sink that hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

The faucet was still on, and the water flow hit the bottom of the sink, bringing up layers of white foam, covering the scattered glass shards.Calvin stood by the sink for a moment, it took him a moment to recover from his trance.

"Damn it."

He stared at the mess in front of him, frowned and cursed in a low voice.

This is by no means the first time he has gone wrong today because of a trance.

It's been a few days since the horrific farce of Georgie Oston's death in front of his apartment, and speculation and discussion about it on social media has started to wane.And for the people living in this area, the terrible scene fades from their memory earlier than the Internet - people who stay in this place for a long time are always used to death and blood, which makes them become A little more indifferent and forgetful than ordinary people.

Calvin rubbed his forehead, he didn't care about the broken glass in the sink, but lit a cigarette for himself, then he leaned against the window with a gloomy expression, and looked through the glass window at the dirty front of the apartment. Looking at the front ping: there, the yellow warning sign prohibiting entry has been removed, and the traces drawn by white chalk on the ground have also become very light. There is an area on the concrete floor that is slightly darker than other places.Calvin recognized that it was the place where Georgie's body was placed. The blood had penetrated deeply into the cheap cement, and it would take some time for the traces to disappear.Near the flower bed, there is a bouquet of white flowers that have been limp and have gradually withered.That's where Georgie's mother was left weeping a few days ago - the woman hasn't been seen since, and she still has a regular job at the West Side bar, regulars listening to the sad The tragic story of what happened to the woman, and occasionally drunkenly put an extra sum of money on her chest.

Calvin took a deep drag on the cigarette, then exhaled it, and the acrid smoke rose up his windpipe, causing a burning pain.

There was no way he could forget about Georgie, and there was no way he could forget the "I love you" card in front of the disgusting human cake.

Although there was no evidence, and Isaac kept nagging in his ear that none of this had anything to do with him, Calvin could clearly hear his instincts warning.There is no doubt that Georgie's death has some secret connection with him.After all, there is probably no one in this world who is more aware of those dark and fanatical desires than Calvin, and it is precisely because of this that Calvin will never mistake the disgusting breath on Georgie's corpse .

Calvin felt sick.

A sense of foreboding hovered over Calvin like the flies that hovered over Georgie's body.

Something was about to happen... Calvin thought, and that was obviously not going to be a good thing.

Georgie's death is more like a notice, a beginning.

And if the ultimate target of that perverted killer is him...

There was a tingling pain from Calvin's fingers, he shook his head, and suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that the cigarette in his hand had burned to the end unconsciously.

Calvin rubbed his forehead, he stood up from the window, and pressed the burnt cigarette next to the sink.

"Bang bang bang-"

And at this moment, the door of his apartment was knocked.

Calvin had to admit he was taken aback: the knocking on the door was so violent and frantic.The apartment door, which was not of good quality, was slapped and dust fell, as if the knocker behind the door had a mad black bear chasing him.

"Hold--"

Calvin couldn't help cursing a curse word in a low voice, he could already foresee how dissatisfied the overly sensitive old woman downstairs would be with this terrible noise.

He rushed to the door quickly, put his eyes on the cat's eyes and looked out.

In the narrow circular field of vision, Calvin could only see a man in a black robe standing at his door with his head bowed.The black cloth completely covered the person's figure and face, but it couldn't cover up the person's violent trembling.

"who is it?!"

Calvin frowned tightly, and he roared vigilantly outside the door.

However, the response he received was a more intense knock on the door, the door panel was shaking, and Calvin could almost hear the overwhelmed creaking sound from the door hinge.

Faintly, heavy breathing from the other side could still be heard—that person was still banging on the door frantically.

Calvin's neighbors were extremely quiet at this time, no one tried to stick their heads out to see what was going on outside, and there was silence in the corridor—it made it seem that the sound of the man in black knocking on the door was How deafening.

Calvin's eyes deepened little by little. He tilted his head and stretched out his hand, and skillfully took out a gun from the gap between the shoe cabinet and the wall.

"I'll ask you one last time! Who's out there?"

Calvin said to the outside with a blank face. This time, his voice even sounded very calm.

However, the gun in his hand was silently pressed against the door.

And the moment his voice fell, the knocking on the door stopped abruptly.

The sound of heavy breathing reached Calvin's ears through the crack in the door.

"……Yes Yes……"

It was a very small and hoarse voice, coming out from under the black robe.

"……it's me."

Calvin couldn't even put the fragmented words into a complete sentence, but this did not prevent him from identifying the owner of the voice.

Calvin's face suddenly changed.

"Billy?!"

He clenched the gun in his hand and tore open the door.

Almost as soon as the door opened, Billy fell forward on the ground like a sack full of grain.A corner of the black robe covering his whole body was lifted, revealing the jeans and sneakers that had been stained by mud so that their original colors could not be seen.

A sense of strangeness flashed across Calvin's mind quickly, but Billy didn't give him a chance to think deeply.

By exposing only a small part of his self-esteem outside the black robe, Billy acted like he had made an irreparable mistake.He squirmed on the ground, wrapping his ankles again with the black robe at an astonishing speed.Under the black fabric he was shaking like an epileptic.

"Billy... what happened to you?"

Calvin couldn't help asking.

He looked solemnly at both ends of the corridor.Then I have to thank the good habits of the residents in this apartment. The people here don't have that annoying habit of poking around.

Even though Billy had knocked on the door like a madman before, at this moment the hallway was quiet.Calvin breathed a sigh of relief, he slowly closed the door, and then he leaned his body against the wall and looked at Billy expressionlessly.

The cold and heavy gun was put in his pocket by Calvin—through the fabric, the gun was always pointed at the very strange-looking boy on the carpet.

Calvin's finger remained on the trigger of the gun.

"Billy, what the hell did you do?"

Calvin opened his mouth and asked word by word.

"George was killed—I knew he was following you at that time," he said

"Hurrah... woo woo woo..."

The black robe shook violently, and Calvin heard a suppressed sob.

"You shouldn't open the door, Calvin, you shouldn't open the door..." Billy muttered very vaguely, his tone erratic like a mental patient, "...no no no...help me...Calvin... Save me... woo woo woo...Only you can save me I know it's not right I shouldn't come to you...God...he told me I shouldn't come to you, the devil will follow me to you Yes... but... woo... sorry, Calvin, I can't help it... only you can save me, I really can't..."

The muscles under Calvin's eyelids twitched slightly.

【Om—】

A strange, indescribable white noise shook in the back of his mind.Calvin felt a dull pain in his head.

He knew that he was in such a situation - he was holding a gun in his hand, and curled up less than two meters away from him was a boy in a black robe, who was obviously not normal (and this The boy was damned connected to a grisly murder) - he shouldn't have any distractions or distractions.

But he couldn't control himself.

A mental tumult was assailing him.

A strong sense of vomiting rushed from Calvin's stomach to his throat. In a short moment, he felt that the whole room was slowly melting like a heated candle. Billy in front of him was deformed, and the boy's black robe It became smelly and hot like molten pitch, and something curled and writhed out of the shadow trailing behind the boy.

"call……"

Calvin closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all he could see was his carpet that hadn't been cleaned for a long time, the worn-out furniture, and the walls that had started to mold due to water leaks.Of course, there was Billy on the ground who was obviously out of order.

No pitch, no black robes, no twisted shadows.

The hallucinations he saw just now seemed so far away, but the noise in Calvin's mind was gradually fading away.

This is a side effect caused by overdosing. Calvin knows this. This is not the first time he has had an attack, but for some reason, he is particularly irritable now because of his short moment of fugue.

"Billy - better get that thing off you and tell me honestly what's going on! What the hell are you talking about?!"

Calvin's voice was tinged with some brutality.

He took a step forward anxiously, trying to tear off the black robe from Billy's body.But this action of his made Billy scream in terror in an instant.

"No—no no no—please—you can't do this! He'll see me, he'll see me, and he'll find me." Trembling, Billy headed toward the corner, crawling go.

Calvin was surprised to find that he was completely unable to grab Billy, and even though he was crying and screaming and shaking like a frightened quail at this moment, his movements were incredibly fast.Billy, who was covered in black robes all over his body, crawled even... even looked a little weird.

Calvin stopped himself.He looked at Billy, the crease between his brows getting deeper than before.He gripped the gun in his pocket harder than before, but his voice slowed down.Whenever Calvin spoke like this, his husky voice became all the more overwhelming.

"Who is that 'he' you're talking about? Is it someone I know? Or... Hey, look, Billy, you gotta know, I can't help you if you don't tell me the truth. You look Not too good."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooun i was to be - oh god , fuck you, he won't let me come here..."

"What? What did you say?"

As soon as the syllables of "Doctor Holden" caught Calvin's ears, he realized that he had to use all his strength to keep himself from pressing the trigger on Billy.

The muscles in his face contorted.

"Billy, for the last time, you have to tell me the truth. What are you afraid of? What are you..."

Why such nonsense?

Calvin couldn't bear it anymore and stretched out his hand. He tried to tear off Billy's black robe again. He wanted to look into Billy's eyes and continue this damn conversation.

However, something that Calvin couldn't understand happened just like that——

Billy escaped from his fingertips.

With a sound of "chiliu", he got straight and quickly got under Calvin's sofa,

Calvin froze in place with a livid face.

He couldn't believe his eyes a bit—there was only a slit of less than ten centimeters at the bottom of his sofa.

But Billy just burrowed in, as if he had no bones in him, just a pool of invisible molluscs.

"Billy?"

Calvin called out slowly.

"I'm sorry... Calvin... I can't let you do that. It's the only thing that can blind him. I can't... can't show it, he will find me, and then I will be like Georgie ...Woooooo...help me...Calvin, don't open the door, don't open the door..."

From under the couch came Billy's incoherent wailing.

"You're confusing me," Calvin breathed heavily, staring stiffly at the bottom of his couch before saying, "The 'he' you're talking about is my father? do any harm."

"Whether he was alive or... after his death."

A few seconds later, Calvin added.

"No, no, Dr. Holden is a good man, he has always been a good man—he just wants to protect you from those things—Calvin, you have to be careful."

"Be careful……?"

Just as Calvin was trying to suppress his panic and panic and continue the conversation with Billy, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.

Calvin poked his neck, held the gun in one hand, and slowly took out the phone with the other hand, and put it to his ear.

"Hey."

Calvin answered the call.

"Hey buddy, it's me."

Isaac's voice came from the other end of the microphone.

"Your call came just in time. I have something to tell you."

Calvin said hurriedly, "Billy is here..."

"We found Billy."

His and Isaac's voices overlapped.