Mermaid Effect

Vol1

In the process of carrying Munster into the room, Rand has been sincerely praying to God that Munster will not ask him what the thing is under his armpit.

And Munster did not.

It had already passed out heavily on Rand's shoulders due to lack of water and injuries, and some scales had fallen off its tail and scattered on the soft carpet that could almost sink the entire sole of a person's feet.

——Rand had to go back to the corridor after transporting Munster into the room. He carefully picked up the scales. In his memory, the scales should be shining like mica sheets and glowing with pearly light. De's palm had ugly folds like exfoliated dead skin, cloudy, hard and brittle.

Rand felt like his heart was about to break.

His injured leg has caused many obstacles to his "cleaning work".

The crooked callus rubbed against his muscles, his calf was swollen and congested, and his calf was swollen like a purple eggplant.

Rand gasped, put the scales in his pocket, and moved slowly while leaning on the wall of the corridor.

The hallway is quiet...but if you listen carefully, you can still hear some human voices, the sound of flesh pounding, some screams that sound indescribably happy or painful...

Rand listened for a moment, feeling a strong sense of embarrassment and nausea.

He broke open the door of his room in some embarrassment, and returned to the room that cost him hundreds of dollars.

A huge bathtub with a diameter of about two meters is in the middle of the room, surrounded by pink bead curtains made of artificial glass.

The walls and ceiling are covered in mirrors cut into geometric shapes, which glisten in the light of a laser ball atop the bathroom, reflecting a dizzying glow.The floor is black and red leather wrapped in sponge, which seems softer to step on than a real bed.There are no windows, and naturally there are no curtains, so the whole room looks extraordinarily closed, but probably this is the feeling that people here need.

After closing the door, those ambiguous voices became extraordinarily small, and the room was enveloped in a dull silence.

Rand took a deep breath, he insisted on dragging Munster to the bathtub, and then pushed it in.

"Crash..."

After waiting for a moment, Rand heard the sound of Munster's tail twitching gently in the water.He stretched out his hand to caress its scales, and he was really relieved when he found that familiar slimy hand finally appeared on the surface of its body.

"Rand..."

Munster leaned his head against the wall of the bathtub, muttering softly.

"I am here."

Rand took its hand.

"I know... I always know where you are..."

Munster said hoarsely.

Rand smiled at it, and he opened his mouth to say something to comfort the scarred little monster, but in the next second, his knee lost all strength in an instant, and he staggered and fell directly into the bathtub on the ground next to it.

"Rand—"

Munster screamed, and the membrane that had covered its cheeks was torn apart instantly, and blue blood gushed out.

Rand hugged his leg on the ground and convulsed silently for a while because of the pain, then gritted his teeth and slowly sat up again.

There was a sound of water splashing, and Munster poked his head out of the bathtub with difficulty.

Its blood flowed down the tub wall to Rand's back.

"Oh, my God, you're so scary."

Rand showed a somewhat bleak smile at Munster, then reached out and gently pushed the mouthparts that had slipped out of the wound back into its mouth.

"Honey, you really shouldn't talk anymore."

He said.

"If you can promise not to watch anything for the rest of the time, and stay in the bathtub to recuperate obediently, I will teach you a special way of communication. You don't need to use a voice, you just need to tap your fingers... What do you think? How about it?"

Rand cheered up and said to Munster.

Tears welled up in Munster's eyes, and those tears mixed with his blood and turned into a weird light blue.

Rand expected it to protest, or throw a little tantrum, as it had done when it was in the apartment with him... but Munster unexpectedly nodded at him.

【I will listen to you】

It wrote in Rand's palm with its paws, then sobbed tremblingly, and sank its battered body into the bathtub.

Vol2

Rand raised an eyebrow and found a bottle of cheap vodka in the refrigerator in the corner of the room, then picked up a towel.

He sat back next to the bathtub, first gave himself half a bottle of vodka, and when the cold flames started to burn in his stomach, he rolled up the towel tightly and stuffed it into his mouth, then bit it tightly.

Then he took off his pants with great difficulty, and picked up the "nightmare" that had embarrassed him before.

"You can do it, Rand, you just have to bear with it."

He whispered to himself in his heart, rubbing his fingers lightly on his calf.

He pinpointed the calloused lump on the calf, swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, and lifted the heavy object.

He slammed it hard against his calf.

……

"Crack".

The sound of the calf bone breaking rang out clearly.

Behind Rand, there was a violent sound of water in the bathtub at the same time.

But Rand couldn't pay attention to everything around him at all, and his brain became blank because of the too severe pain.

Tears gushed out of his eyes uncontrollably, and his body fell sideways on the ground, making a retching sound.

The smell of blood filled the air.

It took Rand a while to slowly recover his soul from the dark void, sniffing like an unsatisfied addict, tears streaming from his eyes, and then breaking again. His leg bones are coming together.

At least this time he can make sure that his leg bones are not crooked.

After doing all this, he collapsed from strength.

Rand looked at the mirror on the wall, where he had a strange-looking reflection.

"To Kollanda Mitchell."

He raised the remaining half bottle of vodka, saluted the shadow, then pointed the mouth of the bottle at his own mouth, and gulped all the liquid inside.

Afterwards he lost all sanity.

Thank God, he can finally rest for a while.

Vol3

Kansas, USA

Pine Street Apartments

Caroline was slanted, sitting in a wheelchair like a stroke patient.

She was in the apartment with a bodyguard, a nurse, and a few researchers sent by Deep White (she always thought they were just people sent by Anderson to spy on her).

Caroline used to spend her college time here, she knew the apartment type, and then she redecorated it with her own hands and gave it to Rand Sievers, their current arrest target.

All the furnishings here are familiar to Caroline, but at the same time, they are subtly different from everything in Caroline's memory. The owner of this apartment obviously left in a panic, leaving too much in the room There are many traces of life, from magazines on the coffee table to expired food in the refrigerator...

"Ms. Caroline, you should see this." Several people in biohazard suits came out of Rand's room. One of them held Rand's bed sheet in one hand, while the other held a small box.

"From the bed sheet we found a lot of siren's mucus, which penetrated to the bottom of the mattress. I don't know how he did it, but obviously they spent a long time in bed together. Since the escape of 7371, it has already come into contact with Rand Sievers."

Another researcher opened the box in his hand.

There are densely packed white prismatic objects stacked on top of it.

"...It's unbelievable, there are even siren teeth stored in Rand Sievers' room," he took out a piece of off-white tooth that was as smooth as porcelain and another tooth that was more transparent and thinner , "From deciduous teeth to adult teeth, the siren has teeth from juvenile to mature. There is no doubt that the siren trusts him quite a lot. The relationship between them may be closer than we thought before."

Caroline quietly listened to the reports of those people. They found traces of the life of Experimental Subject 7371 in almost every corner of this apartment, and this made Caroline feel nauseous.

"Intimacy? Oh, intimacy in a bed? My God, this disgusting thing..."

"Sorry, ma'am, I don't think the two of them have that kind of relationship. In fact, even in a laboratory environment, the juvenile sirens will show some kind of closeness to the breeder..."

A researcher tried to correct Caroline's dirty guesses about Rand and Subject 7371, but the latter was clearly lost in his own thoughts.

"While Vincent was suffering, he was hanging out with a monster... I can't imagine how sad Vincent would be after knowing all this."

She choked up and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

"So, can you tell me now, what level has that person reached now? Sirenization? We can't let a biological waste contaminated by experimental subjects outside the laboratory-"

A piercing emergency call interrupted her.

"Report, we found traces of Captain Alpha Squad 'Cod' and others..."

A voice full of surprise came from the communicator.

……

When "Cod" was found, he was the only one alive in the whole car.

Beside him, the "box jellyfish" has completely turned into a pool of rotten meat, and the "tuna fish" is also in a state of severe decay.

After opening the severely deformed van, the two "Poseidon" members who opened the door had to be sent directly to the secret hospital inside Deep White because they inhaled the high concentration of bacteria-carrying gas in the compartment.

They found that unusually rare bacteria in both "box jellyfish" and "tuna fish"-at the beginning you would mistake them for aggressive flesh-eating bacteria, but in fact the It is a kind of bacteria that exists inside the siren's body. They can easily help the siren digest the prey outside the body, so that they can obtain the energy in the food more efficiently.

And "cod" survived the unimaginable high concentration of polluted environment, which may be because the fractures in his wrist and ankle did not show a large area of ​​pioneering wounds.

"Rand Sievers, that's a monster." After being rescued, "Cod" struggled and grabbed a medical worker's hand and said viciously. "We must find him at all costs, otherwise... the consequences will be unimaginable..."

Vol4

Seven forty-six in the morning.

Rand woke up to a wonderful wet touch on his leg, and his spirit was still so tired that when he saw the guy who was lying on his calf licking and licking, he even Almost didn't react.

"Oh my God—Munster, what are you doing?"

When the blue tongue licked down his calf to the most delicate patch of skin behind his knee, Rand shrieked and drew back his leg.

Out of conditioned reflex, he kicked Mount Shirt.

"Rand..."

The little blue monster was thrown under the bed. It curled up its tail aggrievedly, and covered its kicked face with one paw.

"God, what the hell is..."

Rand sat up with his hands on his aching forehead.

The first thing he noticed was that he had been moved to the bed without a single piece of clothing on him at some point (Rand later found pieces of them under the bed, apparently Munster's claws were essential for unbuttoning very bad at this thing).

The second thing he discovered was that his calf seemed to have returned to normal after a night of repairs. Of course, the part that was severely knocked off by Rand before left a rather terrifying trace of blood congestion, and Now that place is glistening with the presence of Munster's spit.

And the third thing he found was—Munster looked like he was getting better!

Its scales had returned to their normal sheen, the wounds on their shoulders had scabbed over, and its head...