Mermaid Effect

Rand thanked the Mexican, though he was tired of explaining that his relationship with Munster wasn't that.

However, Munster now has the face of a male star in a pornographic video after all!

And its damn pecs!

Even a garrulous Mexican couldn't believe that he and Munster really weren't that way—he sent Rand a rainbow flag badge as a token of remembrance, or, perhaps, as encouragement.

"..."

Rand finally gave up on pointless defenses.

He took the badge and handed it to Munster, and the latter's face instantly burst into bright light—this is of course a metaphor, but you can clearly feel Munster's joy.

Its eyelids were still red and swollen (the newly grown skin was so damn delicate), but its eyes gleamed like fine gems, and it stared deeply at Rand in the passenger seat, The depression that hung over him was completely overwhelmed by the joy of getting the gift.

The Mexican saw Munster's smiling face in the rearview mirror.

It has to be said that even with his legs and feet, this tall, silver-haired young man is handsome and handsome... He couldn't help but look at Rand, who looked haggard due to exhaustion and seemed a little absent-minded.

He seemed a little indifferent to the young man, but after he got something, he handed it to the other man so logically, in the occasional eye contact, the Mexican could clearly feel the relationship between the couple. There was a kind of appropriate warmth.

This is actually a little strange, because generally speaking, he only feels this kind of warmth in some old couples who have been married for more than 20 years-the strong feelings bred by long-term mutual running-in and love for each other .

A loving couple.

Once again he stamped Munster and Rand in his mind.

After driving about 87 kilometers on Route [-], the kind driver received a call from a companion.

"...set up card? Jesus, I thought they were only going to torture the residents of Kansas...I don't think a terrorist would want to stay in a small place like that...well, I'll try to get around... "

He didn't realize that the black-haired young man beside him became stiff with tension because of the few words he revealed on the phone.

"I'm sorry, buddy, where did you say you were going? My companion told me that the police are setting up checkpoints ahead, looking for some suspicious people or something... I guess it's about that shitty Kansas terrorist, the traffic jam ahead It's awesome, I have to turn at the next intersection and enter the city through another entrance, do you mind?"

After hanging up the phone, he muttered casually.

But unexpectedly, his hitchhiking passengers unexpectedly indicated that they could get off before the next intersection.

"We really appreciate you very much," Rand said, "but we've got a reservation at the Oak Inn, which happens to be at that intersection, and I think we'll have to live with the traffic—if we're lucky enough to find the next If you have a ride with the wind."

he explained to the Mexican.

He showed a distinctive acting skill, with a tired but gentle smile, and his eyes were very sure when he talked about the non-existent "Oak Tree Hotel".

"I've driven this road back and forth dozens of times, but I didn't notice the Oak Hotel... Are you sure..." the Mexican muttered.

"We're pretty sure it's just a little secluded, but it's very distinctive, and Mang and I, my partner, love it there."

Rand nodded calmly towards the other party.

It is difficult to explain why two people who are not lovers stay in the same hotel many times. This time Rand frankly "admitted" his relationship with Munster.

They finally dispelled the doubts of the Mexican and got out of the car before the intersection.

Of course, there is no Oak Tree Inn, no next ride.

Rand pushed Munster along a path for two hours.

The moon broke through the gray sky with a thread-like silver light, projecting on the two silent people between the leaves on both sides of the path.

Rand felt tired and worried, and his mind was constantly thinking about what he should do next.

He's been running around like a mouse the whole time, being chased by stinky dogs—those inexplicably dark white ones.But this situation should not continue, Rand thought, he had to have a goal, a destination, like...

A small piece of Munster's tail accidentally protruded from under the blanket, and the moonlight reflected a hazy luster on the blue scales.

The sheen of jewels... peeping through the cracks of pilled blankets and squeaky wheelchairs.

Rand felt his breath stop.

A beautiful mermaid... Munster's current appearance allows Rand to call it that without any psychological barriers.

So beautiful, so dreamy, like the protagonist in a fairy tale, people can't move their eyes.

"The sea."

He suddenly opened his mouth and murmured.

"what?"

Munster raised his head and stared at Rand with that kind of trust and innocence. Its eyes were so clear that as long as he thought that it might suffer even a little bit of pain because of Shenbai's experiment, Rand felt that he My heart was tightened.

"You should go to the sea."

Rand said to Munster.

He found Munster by the sea. The vast sea allows Munster to escape from the deep white siege easily, and its physiological structure proves that the most suitable place for it to live is in deep water...

"The sea? It's the 'sea' where the Little Mermaid lives, right?" Munster looked a little confused. It no longer remembers the salty and deep waters where it first stayed. The place is the fish tank in the living room, "If Rand thinks I should go... I will go, and wherever Rand you go, I will be with you."

together?

Rand was slightly taken aback by that word, and a sour feeling pervaded from his heart.

Oh, no, not "together", the one who will return to the sea, only you, Munster...

Rand heard a voice in his heart say coldly to the enthusiastic Munster.

——Rand never forgot what he did before.

—He killed Rogers himself.

He will never shy away from his sins. After everything is over, Rand clearly plans his future.

The place he should be in is prison.

...but in the end, Rand just smiled bitterly at Munster.

"You'll like that place, there's a lot of food and not so many humans..."

Rand muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the dark end of the path...

Vol2

After a long walk, Rand and Munster finally arrived at a residential area. Rand hovered around the area blankly, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.At the beginning, he thought that there should be a small town next to the road where truck drivers stayed, so that he could find a hotel or two that didn't check the documents very carefully.

Regrettably, however, he has apparently been out of touch with current urban planning for a long time.Now the roads in the community in front of his eyes are clean, the villas are separated by well-tended lawns and fences, and there are cars parked in the driveways of some houses, Fords and Toyotas and others...

It looked like some kind of middle-class residential complex.

At such times, the lights in most houses are extinguished.

The road was empty except for the rustling of Rand's wheelchair.Rand was exhausted, and his luggage lay on Munster's lap, but his own soles and heels ached as if cut by a knife.

Rand's footsteps became slower and slower, he needed to rest, and even at this time, he still didn't dare to let him get out of the wheelchair as Munster said-even if it would be much faster.

For a moment, Rand was annoyed at his error of judgment, but mostly exhausted.

He was sleepy and tired and desperately needed rest.

At the right turn of an intersection, Rand saw a two-story villa painted in cream.

The door and windows were covered with plastic paper, and those transparent plastics trembled like ghosts in the moonlight. On the messy lawn at the door, Rand saw a wooden sign that said "for sale" with a line under the writing Phone number: 223-8721.

Rand let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned his head and looked around. It was still the lifeless silence typical of middle-class communities. The shrubs that were not well maintained next to the house for sale made a rattling sound in the night wind.

"It looks like we've found a place to rest."

Rand said to Munster.

He pushed it to the back door.

Rand had already planned to use something to pick the lock, but when he touched the doorknob, he found that the door was ajar.

If he wasn't as tired as he was tonight, he might be a little more alert, but he's been walking a long way, frightened and hasn't eaten for a long time, and his thinking ability has become a chaotic bowl. Polenta.

So Rand simply regarded this as a careless mistake by the real estate agent, and then he asked Munster to wait outside the door, opened the door himself, and walked in.

The dark room smelled of paint and glue.

But Rand was moved to see the piles of cardboard boxes and a lot of foam on the floor. Just needing a little rest, Rand believed he could make a comfortable cot for both him and Munster.

But when he got close to the pile of foam, something unexpected happened.

A tall black man appeared there.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

His clothes were tattered and smelled rancid. On the other side of the foam, there were wine bottles and leftover pizza, veal stew, and bread... The messy types of food showed that their source was probably a trash can.

This is a bum.

While this doesn't make sense in theory, it's true that the house for sale isn't just attracting homeless people to Rand...

"Sorry, I didn't see you—"

Rand had never really touched them. He was startled by the rude attitude of the other party, and he couldn't help but took two steps back.

He tried to explain.

But he didn't know that for the person in front of him, his sudden intrusion was enough for him to react aggressively.

"I mean no harm, I'm just the way—"

Rand's voice stopped abruptly.

With a sharp pain, a wooden stick hit the back of his head hard.

In the very brief moment when he fell down, he vaguely saw that there was another person in the shadow of the room...

"John, he doesn't look like a 'Bull' guy."

The wanderer's companion, another scavenger trembled and dropped the wooden stick in his hand. He stared nervously at Rand who fell to the ground, and then said.

"The devil cares about that! We can't let anyone know where we are right now! Don't forget how much we stole from 'Bull', he's crazy, I don't know how on earth he puts every intersection on Checkpoint..."

Here are two equally unlucky pursuers.

John and his little brother, oh sure, they're also scavengers, but for the past few months, they've been in charge of transporting drugs for a drug kingpin named "Bull".Then, one day, they suddenly become so obsessed...why don't they just let it go?They are fed up with the ultra-low transportation fee of fifteen dollars each time, and the goods in their rectums, even if they are only as small as the fingernails, are ten times the price.

So they stole some goods, but unfortunately, they soon discovered that every intersection of highways and ordinary roads was inexplicably set up.

Frightened, they almost took it for granted that this was a terrible measure by the "Bull". They never thought that this seemingly inconspicuous drug dealer would have such great abilities—they were almost scared out of their wits up.

So, the moment Rand appeared, they instinctively attacked like frightened birds.

"But, John... oh my god, we're not going to kill him... 'Bull' doesn't have any white guys, I still think..."

The timid companion squatted down tremblingly, and stretched his fingers towards Rand's nose.

"Snapped--"

There was a faint sound of water.

The companion felt a drop of warm liquid inexplicably dripping from his finger.

"This is?"

He took his hand back in some confusion, and squinted at his fingers.

It was a strange, watery slime.

"God, this is really disgusting."

He couldn't help muttering, then looked up at John.

John looked odd—he thought, the next moment.

The man with dark skin and tall stature like black charcoal seemed to be having an epileptic seizure. He suddenly rolled his eyes, pointed one finger at the ceiling, and his facial expression was distorted.

"That-that-that-"

He stammered, repeating the word, but it seemed like he couldn't come up with a complete sentence at all.

"John? What's the matter with you?"

His companion looked very confused, and it took a few seconds before he slowly raised his head in the direction of John's finger.

……

"save--"

He opened his mouth instinctively, wanting to scream.

But the last cry in his life was cut off by the tentacles that were as loud as his throat.

A fountain of warm, scarlet liquid rushed onto his body like a fountain.

It was the blood spurting from John's artery—the same was the companion's own blood.

He staggered around in a circle, trying to cover the wound with his hands.

But more tentacles shot straight down from the ceiling.

A face of exquisite beauty emerged from the darkness, and a brutal blood-red light shone in his eyes.

This was the last scene that the scavenger saw before he died.