Mermaid Effect

Vol1

Simon never thought that one day he would encounter a spiritual surge among the real siren population.

Of course, the spirit surge is his own name for the unique spirit phenomenon in this siren population, because it is somewhat similar to the tide in nature.

In nature, when the tide from the open sea enters the estuary, it will form a huge tide due to the superposition of waves, which is amazingly powerful.In the population of sirens, there is a unique spiritual connection. A siren who is strong enough can use his own spiritual wave to affect his own group, from one to another... and the sirens it affects Ren will superimpose the transmission of spiritual waves on each other, just like a real tide, and finally this spiritual wave will form an extremely grand, immeasurable huge energy.

No matter how far apart these sirens are...all creatures containing siren genes will resonate with each other, their spiritual worlds will be linked together to form a whole, and their bodies will explode stronger than normal Countless times of power...

They will become human's nightmare and disaster.

Before this night, this phenomenon has always been a data speculation on paper, and almost no one believes that this phenomenon beyond human imagination will actually appear in reality.

But, it just happened.

What's even more incredible is that the main body of this spiritual surge turned out to be the former human being polluted by mermaid cells, Vincent Sievers.

This is something that should not occur in even the most ridiculous dreams.

Simon gasped heavily, and he stared at Vincent on the other side of the isolation window, fine cold sweat oozing from his forehead and back.A drop of sweat trickled down his lashes into his eye, stinging slightly, but Simon found himself afraid to even blink.

Because the horrible creature was watching him.

Vincent Sievers still looks very different from a human being now.

He has already grown an extremely thick fish tail, and the degenerated lower limbs protrude from both sides of the tail, the toes become longer, and there are huge fan-shaped flippers in the middle.It has long and flexible tentacles on its forehead and the inside of its mouth, its eyes are blood red, and the appendage eyes on both sides of its cheekbones have also matured. Judging from the flexibility of its "hair", the unique hair shape of Siren The tentacles are also fully developed.

All in all, it now looks almost identical to a real siren, save for its smaller size.

It's hard to imagine that not so long ago, he was even just an experimental biological waste that should be destroyed.

Oh, of course, if it was just the appearance, Simon would definitely not be as nervous as he is now. What really made him feel hairy was something else—the expression on Vincent's face.

It stared at Simon indifferently through the thick composite transparent material of the window.

Simon has seen real sirens and countless siren-derived experimental subjects. They usually have simpler eyes, and their emotions and souls are so easy to understand, with a kind of ignorance and chaos that only beasts have.

However, Vincent's eyes are not like that now. Their eyes are full of scrutiny and deep thinking. They seem so full of wisdom, but there is no positive human emotion in them at all.

"Where the hell are those bloody 'Poseidons'?! Where's the plasma gun?"

Simon turned his head and growled at the assistant who was trembling like a quail beside him.He pulled out the electronic board and directly connected the restraint measures that isolated the surface of the sink.A burst of dazzling blue light flashed, and countless electric arcs popped up from the grid all over the surface of the isolation tank.

However, those electric arcs fell on Vincent's body, as if they had no attack power on it.Even after seeing Simon's actions, Vincent grinned silently.It stretched out its palm and pressed it against the grid.

"Squeak-"

Tiny electric sparks danced around the edge of its palm, screaming softly.

Vincent looked as good as he was getting a massage.

"What is this..."

There was no trace of blood on Simon's face.

"I heard that Miss Caroline has been giving it electric shocks in the past. I, I think it may have developed immunity to these things. Sirens are always easy to adapt to these things..."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Simon's assistant stammered, he looked like he was going to cry in a second.

"That damn bitch!"

Simon couldn't help kicking the console violently, cursing irrationally.

"Crack..."

Starting from the part where Vincent's palm touched, the crisp cracking sound of the isolation tank wall began to deepen.

Under the action of pressure, the hundreds of tons of artificial seawater inside the tank will soon take over the damage to the tank, and Simon can already see some water splashing out from the small gaps.And once the artificial seawater breaks through the tank, they quickly short-circuit the circuit of the isolation door, which is the last barrier between the isolation room and the observation room.

Simon took a deep breath, and he checked the time again.

It's been 15 seconds since he pressed the alarm, and the sink will probably hold on for... about 30 seconds.

It's just maddening.

"It wants to come out, why? Does it want to kill us? God...we're going to die...we're going to die..."

But at this moment, the assistant was still scratching his hair and screaming... Simon almost wanted to hit him with an axe.

"Shut up!" he growled.

In the distance, Simon heard a vague gunshot from outside the observation room door.

A terrifying idea hit him instantly: Shenbai's siren test subjects in other laboratories rioted faster and more violently than he thought—you must know that for most of the siren test subjects, what they adopted was only Level [-] protection, they can easily break through the thin protective glass and the laboratory door in the state of excitement brought about by the mental surge.

And this can also explain why the "Poseidons" still haven't arrived here under this alert level, they were stumped...

This extremely chaotic scene seemed to have been carefully planned.

Simon raised his head sharply, and he stared at the direction of the tattoo.There was no electric light flickering under the palm of the pale monster, obviously the power grid had lost its function.

The only few sporadic gaps before have now turned into thumb-sized hollows, and the artificial seawater has been squeezed into a water column that sprays out straightly. Squeak" screamed.

"It wants to escape... no, it can't break through..."

Simon murmured.

With trembling hands like an epileptic, he called up the control panel, trying to make some more attempts.

However, he soon discovered that the experimental observation room was not equipped with a weapon-grade laser net... Simon hated this design. He swore that if he could get out alive, he would punch the idiot designer.

Both the plasma wall and the grid are useless, what he can still use is...

A burst of sharp sound waves that cannot be received by the human ear pierced out from the other side of the isolation room.

"puff……"

Simon saw the timid assistant across from him spit out a mouthful of blood, his body shook, and he rolled directly to the ground.

"Oh shit, again?"

Knowing the horror of this attack more clearly than anyone else, Simon immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

Although I don't understand why it suddenly went crazy, but if a siren subject like Vincent, who is crazy, intelligent and tortured during this period, really rushed out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Simon endured the pain in his abdomen and tore off the screen of the control panel.

He reached in, illegally reconnected the two data cables, and finally gave instructions—among the alarms, gunshots, people's screams, and the roar of the test subjects, another voice sounded .

That's the fire alarm.

Simon connected the fire alarm handling procedures of the important data room to the isolation room.Because of the special nature of the data room, once a fire occurs there, the central control system will directly suck out all the air in the room within 20 seconds to form a vacuum.Now, the procedure will begin in an airtight isolation room.

Vincent seemed to realize the change of things very quickly, and a dignified expression appeared on his face, which was still able to do a job well before.

It hit the isolation tank with its tail vigorously, and under the action of that force, the already fragmented isolation tank was broken even briefly than Simon expected.

With the impact of artificial sea water, Vincent rushed out of the transparent prison.

It began to attack the observation window, and the observation window, which was much weaker than the isolation tank, also cracked under its full blow...

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Simon counted down nervously, and as the air gradually thinned, Vincent looked gradually weaker.

The sound of its knocking on the window became smaller and smaller, smaller and smaller...

However, after 20 seconds, the vacuum in the isolation chamber finally suppressed Vincent's strength.

It raised its head and seemed to let out an angry howl.

Judging from the mouth shape, the howl should be "Rand"...Of course, Simon will never know this, he will only know that Vincent fell down after the howl.

It struggled to draw oxygen from the artificial seawater that was beginning to bubble with tiny bubbles.

Two lines of blue blood gushed out of its eyes.

Vol2

Kansas, USA

Ledger Farm (privately owned)

08:34AM

"So, how is Munster doing now?"

Rogers sat on the sofa in the living room with a dismal face. There were tiny dark red blood stains in his nostrils and ears, which had dried up.He was holding a vomit bag as he spoke.

Every once in a while, he'd bury his head uncontrollably and throw up.

And beside him, his human friend was half-sitting awkwardly, with his little monster with a fish tail lying on his lap.

Munster's face was rosy, his eyes were bright and clear, under the influence of his mood, even his hair shone like polished silver threads, and every scale on his body was like a flake of opal, Even in the weak light of the room, there is a thin radiance, and the skin has a lustrous luster like rolling pearl powder...

Of course, its body temperature is slightly higher than normal, but from the outside, its condition is much better than that of Mr. Killer, who was tortured by sound waves and vomited and had abdominal pain all night.

"Its physical condition shouldn't be a big problem." Rand lowered his eyes and glanced at Munster. After meeting the almost star-filled sight, he quickly looked away. "Uh, sorry, Rogers."

He added.

Munster awoke in less than 10 minutes after what appeared to be a menacing blackout yesterday.

It looked astonishingly terrifying, but it didn't show any noticeable symptoms, and its sudden weird convulsions and fainting made Rand spend the next period of time fighting for its body So worried that he had no time to feel embarrassed and embarrassed by his previous intimate contact with Munster after he was fully sober from his drunken state.

He even forgot his previous conflict with it.

From Rand's point of view, Munster was indeed fine after waking up from a coma.

In appearance, everything about it is so perfect, like a girl immersed in love (girls always look extra radiant in that sweet time), it now looks like A true removable jewelry box.

"Rand said I was his precious treasure..."

Munster explained the changes in his body in this way, and the moment his voice fell, Rand coughed dryly due to excessive embarrassment.

"Munster, can we pause this topic?"

He covered the lower half of his face with the back of his hand, and felt that even his eyelashes seemed to be turning red.

God, I hate getting drunk...

Rand groaned in his heart.

In fact, he doesn't quite remember what he said last night. At least, if Munster hadn't repeated it in his ear over and over again, Rand would never have thought that he would say so many things that challenged his bottom line of shame discourse.

However, he still remembered that kiss.

Although he was dizzy under the effect of high fever and alcohol at that time, the sweet taste that seemed to be able to penetrate into the bone marrow still remained in his heart.

This made Rand even more embarrassed when facing Munster's intimacy.

Adding to the situation was Rogers, the hapless homeowner who was tortured half to death during the Rand and Munster song and is still vomiting from stomach cramps.

——This is simply living evidence, making Rand clearly realize what he did last night.

Those kisses, those lingering songs...

Munster looked at the flushed Rand fascinatedly, and it giggled.

"Peaches," it said.

"what?"

Rand looked at it in bewilderment, smiling like a fool.

"Rand, you blush like a peach, I want to bite you."

……

"puff--"

Rogers, who was gargling with mineral water, sprayed water from his nostrils.

"For God's sake!"

After a terrible cough, he grabbed his hair and stared at Rand and Munster and screamed.

"You two are really going to make me puke!"

Then he grabbed the vomit bag and threw up uncontrollably.

Rand was almost boiling with embarrassment. He had never wished so much that he could disappear from this world.

"Munster...don't talk like that, it's too embarrassing..."

Rand stammered to Munster, the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck protesting with goosebumps.

He obviously made a serious mistake. His crazy drunk talk after drunk, and the interaction with Munster on the bed, obviously gave Munster a very extreme and super wrong understanding.

However, in the face of the shiny Munster's puppy-like performance of extreme anticipation and joy, Rand didn't even have enough courage and conscience to correct its mistakes.Especially since he said so many drunken things...

"So, have you two done it?"

Rogers stared at Rand and Munster with a strange expression, and asked abruptly.

"No——" Rand almost jumped up from the sofa, and he retorted immediately, "Please, that kind of thinking is too disgusting."

"Okay, but I think you two are really scary."

Rogers shrugged his shoulders and said.

Rand smiled wryly at him.

"I don't think I'll touch alcohol again in my life. If I'm not drunk, I don't need to face this terrible situation..."

Rand said he didn't notice the sudden darkening of Rogers' eyes.

"Perhaps, but we all know that getting drunk once in a while doesn't hurt. Speaking of which, do you remember what you did last night?"

Rogers looked indifferent and asked softly.

Rand blinked, and he said with some uncertainty: "Uh, I don't think I remember too many things... But, did I knock over your cabinet? It seems that a lot of things fell out of it... ..."

……

The moment he finished speaking, the smile on Rogers' face deepened.

"Oh, if that's the case, I really feel sorry for you..."

he muttered under his breath.

When he raised his head again, his body trembled slightly with excitement.

Rogers left the farm shortly after, citing an errand in town.

Before leaving, he moved some "tools" from his "factory" in the rear compartment. Rand stood at the window and looked at him from a distance, but he didn't pay much attention.

And Rogers' trip this time was much shorter than Rand had imagined, and he came back that afternoon.

When he rushed through the door, his face was very solemn, with a worried light in his eyes.

"Rand... there is one thing that I think you should want to know."

he said to Rand.

"I heard today that they found a woman's body on the side of the road outside Kansas City... that road happens to be the road from the farm into the city."

……

"boom--"

The water glass in Rand's hand fell to the ground at that moment.

But Rogers didn't seem to see it, he rushed over and grabbed Rand's shoulder, and put his face in front of Rand.

He stared deeply into Rand's eyes and said slowly.

"Do you think it's the girl you met yesterday?"

Rand opened and closed his lips tremblingly, but after several minutes passed, he still couldn't make any sound.

He was almost overwhelmed.

"Hey, Rand, look at me... There will be a way, you don't need to be so panicked at this time... How about I take you to the police station. The female corpse has not been identified until now , we'd better check first to see if it's that... little girl."

Rogers lowered his voice and said softly.

Rand stared blankly at Rogers, and after a moment he nodded slightly.

"I, I should go."

He said.