Mermaid Effect

Rand really wanted to get the disgusting thing out of the aquarium. He made some attempts, but when he took the tool and tried to put it into the water, Munster rushed as if he had sensed his thoughts. Come over and nibble on Rand's finger with his mouth.

I repeat, this feeling just sucks.

And Munster seemed to attach great importance to the "cocoon". After a while, Rand observed that the mass gradually changed from colorless to translucent milky white.Rand couldn't help poking the thing with a strainer used to clean fish tank debris, and found that it was soft and elastic to the touch, like something like rubber.

Munster was very dissatisfied with his temptation. Its red film popped out again, and before Rand had time to react, he rushed over at a speed that was a bit too fast for a fish, and then took a bite. On the top of the plastic rod that slipped through the net.The plastic rod that escaped the net was easily bitten in half by it.

……

Rand blinked his eyes. He observed the clear and neat tooth marks on the pole, and his back felt numb.

For a moment, he felt that he was a real warrior who dared to put his finger in the water.

but……

"Maybe my fingers should say thank you?"

He still couldn't help but said to the little thing in the fish tank, with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.

Talking to the fish was stupid, he knew, and it was almost impossible for it to understand him, but Rand couldn't help it.

You have to admit that Munster sometimes behaves very humanely.

At least, it didn't bite off Rand's finger.

Rand felt that it might be some kind of domesticated ornamental fish that had accidentally wandered onto that beach.

A stray fish or something...

That's why it makes such humane actions...

Rand's cranky thoughts were finally interrupted by a series of bells.

It was the apartment manager who called him. The other party said that the residents downstairs complained that there was seepage in the toilet's sewer pipe. The stench was driving people crazy. He gently asked Rand to make sure his sewer was normal.

Rand had an ominous premonition after hearing the plea from the apartment manager. He rushed to the bathroom and found that the sewer was blocked.

It used to happen to him a lot in the old apartment, but it never occurred to him that he still had to deal with it now.

Rand squatted on the gray floor tiles and watched the inconspicuous eddies in the water, and with some embarrassment, he confirmed that the problem was indeed him.

He has been habitually ready to face the snarls and curses of the administrator (in his past days, the administrator and the landlord were usually two in one, and they almost all had the same bad temper as the devil), and he did not expect that the other party would still Said in a gentle voice that he would send a plumber up to take a look.

Rand froze for a moment before realizing that the times were different (he is now a person who can afford plumbing repairs...or Vincent made him a person who can afford these expenses), but this is not the case. It didn't stop him from opening the door to greet the plumber with a bit of habitual trepidation.

He is definitely not the kind of person who can get along well with these workers, but from another aspect, the person who appeared at his door today is not a particularly amiable person.

His stature was unusually strong, almost as big as two Rands, and the fat on his face was loose, forming deep wrinkles around the corners of his mouth, which made him look very sad. His skin was very dark, like Like burnt charcoal, every inch of naked skin shone with oil.His name, Lawrence, was written across the chest of that ugly chicken-shit uniform.

Because the font was not easy to read, Rand's eyes stayed on the badge for a little longer, and Mr. Lawrence was obviously dissatisfied with his reaction, and he looked at Rand with that impatient and distressed expression.

"Do you think there's something wrong with me?!"

He said.

Rand shook his head immediately.

"No, no, of course not."

Lawrence shrugged his shoulders, and walked towards the bathroom carrying the very heavy machine, his steps were as heavy as the Hulk.

He really doesn't like this thin and pale white apartment owner, especially when he sees a complete set of high-end furniture scattered throughout this ordinary apartment, and any of the accessories in it will require him to work continuously for two months before he can pass the installment Bought it on a loan——Thinking of the money lost at the gambling table yesterday, Lawrence felt more and more depressed.

Of course, he tried not to make it too obvious, he had already received too many complaints, and his supervisor was obviously not happy with it.

Lawrence turned on the power switch of the dredge machine according to the rules and pressed the clutch lever. He realized that the water accumulation here was not serious according to experience, but to his surprise, a few seconds later, he Hearing the wailing sound of the cutter head in the pipe, the whole dredge machine trembled.

"Oh, hell!"

Lawrence angrily let go of the trigger.

When he pulled out the blade, he found that it was covered with something extremely sticky like asphalt and had an extremely foul smell.

"For God's sake! Didn't anyone ever teach you that not everything goes down the drain?!"

He couldn't help cursing, trying to stop thinking about those damn complaints.

Rand tried to explain, but that was bullshit to Mr. Lawrence.

He ended up removing some of the pipes, and pulled out a wad of the same thing from Rand's sewer pipe.

They stink surprisingly, it is a smell similar to the highly decomposed organisms, but considering that Lawrence and Rand have never encountered human corpses that have been left on the shelf for more than half a month, they did not compare these slimes with rot connected with the flesh.

Rand's legs were a little weak, his stomach was extremely uncomfortable, and Lawrence's cursing was an extra weight. He rushed to the living room, pushed open all the windows he could open, and breathed like a second life to the outside air.

During this period, Lawrence was trying to seal the things into the airtight bag, and even through the gloves he felt that terrible stench seemed to seep into his skin.

At the same time, the feel of this thing is also crazy.

Lawrence finished disposing of them while cursing, and then suddenly he saw a glimmer of light in those dark things.

He instinctively twisted the thing, and after wiping off the dirt with his fingers, he could barely tell that it was a lady's ring.

The slender white gold band, set with a ruby, has the words "Daisy Forever" laser engraved on the inside of the band.

This is a mitzvah ring.

Lawrence looked back subconsciously, the door was empty, and occasionally he could vaguely hear the retching sound of the white chicken cub.

The drooping mouth of the huge black man moved, and without any hesitation, he washed the ring with water and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then he found some similar gadgets, some skull jewelry, but they were all incomplete as if they had been corroded.Lawrence ignored them, packed everything straight away, and left Rand's house quickly after finishing work.

No girl will allow her bar mitzvah ring to be cheap.

To Lawrence, it was obvious that the damned employer's girlfriend had pulled something off, and judging by his furnishings, her stuff was definitely good stuff.

Lawrence finally felt that his work today was worth his fare, so that night, he happily sat at the gambling table and made a small sum of money.

Occasionally, he would touch the ring in his pocket through his pocket, feeling as if he was touching a stack of banknotes.Alcohol and adrenaline had clouded his mind—so he was completely unaware of the trances and headaches he was experiencing that night.His dark skin made his congestion invisible and imperceptible under the dim light. The congestion started from fingers, to palms, arms and even half of his body.

By midnight, Lawrence had lost a lot of money due to severe blurred vision and dizziness, far more than he could bear.The people in the bar even saw his bloodshot eyes, which, I have to say, was a little scary.The entire white part of his eyes has been filled with purple-black blood, which makes his eyeballs look slightly protruding, and at the same time, his lips tremble unconsciously when he speaks.

He really doesn't look right.

The bartender frowned behind the counter, he could feel the bad feeling brewing, and obviously, he didn't want to let his place be stained with trouble.

"Hey man, I think that's enough for tonight."

He couldn't help but walked out, put a bottle of wine between Lawrence and the group of gamblers, and pressed it on the cards.

"No, no, it's okay, it's okay, we can continue..."

Lawrence's reaction was very irritable. He didn't notice that the others stood up almost relieved and prepared to leave. Instead, they lay down on the table like a drugged elephant.

"Come on, man, you're not doing well tonight, I think you should go back to sleep."

A person laughed and said that he obviously did not intend to continue.

"No, I'm okay, I'm just... I'm just..."

Lawrence tried to explain, his vision becoming very blurry.

"I just feel a little... a little itch... just a little itch..."

He grumbled, reaching for his arm.

Yes, he noticed that his arms were very itchy.

He scratched his hand again and again.He felt that he might be drunk, because he felt that his clothes had become fragile like a membrane, and would tear if he scratched.

"Ahhhhhhhhh-"

It seemed like someone was screaming, full of fear, but to Lawrence it was as faint as a mosquito.

"...my clothes...my clothes are not right..."

He kept mumbling, stood up staggeringly, he wanted to explain to those onlookers - more and more people gathered around him, but before he took a step forward, they would go crazy step back.

"...Call 911!"

He finally heard someone growling.

Someone opened the floodgate of the headlights, and the darkness that belonged to the bar faded away in an instant.

Bright lights shot down.

Lawrence stopped, looking down at his hands in bewilderment.

His flesh came off his bones like mud, blood and flesh slush.

"pat"--

"pat"--

"pat"--

fall to the ground.

His face, his arms, his body, every part of his flesh was itching.

Lawrence touched his face, but his vision suddenly turned black.

He vaguely felt as if two round things had rolled down his face.

Oh, that ring.

He hadn't had time to change hands on the ring.

— This was Lawrence's last thought in this world.