Mermaid Effect

He could run away like an Indian monkey if he wanted to.In fact, a guy like him has always been good at running away, as Darwinian evolution can attest to, and someone like him—poor, vulgar, pompous and just happens to be a junkie—would have been better at running away if he wasn’t good at running away. Already died from a beating in the back of an alley, or a voluntary gang-rape in exchange for drugs.

At the worst of times, he's followed by Mexicans, Moroccan gangsters and the fastest-delivering drug lords in New York's underground.Thank God, at last he deftly slipped away from the yelling and shooting of those people, like an eel in a crack in a rock.

Well, after writing this, everyone should be able to see that Ken is very proud of his escape skills, and even a little complacent.But this day, he found himself in trouble.

He cannot escape.

On the emergency stairs of the building, he was running familiarly, but that damned little white face was always following behind him like a ghost. There were a few times, that man's fingers almost touched the base of his neck, It's downright creepy.

If he was a little sane at this time, he would stop and obediently hand over the phone to Rand—even if the photos he took before were enough for him to get a lot of money from gossip magazines.

But an indescribable terror gripped him thoroughly. His instincts, trained over the years of being beaten and hunted, told him that some great, invisible terror awaited him.His mind went blank, save for the instinct to escape.A lot of sweat poured out of his pores, but the sweat was as sticky and cold as frozen jelly.

"Hey, stop..."

Rand's voice came from afar.

No, he couldn't stop - Ken thought silently.With weak knees, he stepped down four steps in a row, and took another bend.

That cold feeling hit again, and every hair on the back of his neck stood up.

Rand was about to catch him.

Ken could feel it... But, it was at this moment that he suddenly felt the sense of disobedience that had always enveloped him.

Rand's voice... His voice sounded like it was separated by a dozen stairs, or even, it sounded like he was shouting to Ken from the upper flight of stairs.But what about the faint touch that has been following the back of his neck?

Rand's hand couldn't have stretched that far...

Another handrail turn.

This time Ken accidentally glanced at the metal handle of the door at the landing.

A distorted white face flashed across it, but the horror of just that glimpse sent Ken's left foot straight into the air.

"Bang... bang bang..."

Accompanied by the crisp cracking sound of the ankle bone, Ken fell directly from the top of the stairs in severe pain.

Under the action of inertia, he rolled all the way down to the curved platform of the next step. His forehead, nose and lips were bleeding out, and those bright red marks left clear marks on the beige stairs.

He was in terribly painful pain, his lips grinned openly, his mouth and nose were filled with the sweet smell of blood... However, Ken did not scream like ghosts and wolves at people who came when he was cornered like before. You know, his miserable screams can always please those angry pursuers.

The pursuers...they.

"Oh my god……"

Rand walked down the stairs step by step with a pale face. He frowned tightly. Ken's miserable situation was not what he wanted.

And Ken didn't notice Rand at all.His whole body trembled like a Parkinson's patient, and his eyeballs seemed to be glued to the top immovably...

The creature above has a pale, handsome face that belongs to the "big beast", but its lower body is covered with scales.

The long silver hair defied the gravity of the earth, spread out and stuck to the wall, squirmed, and the "person" stuck to the ceiling as a whole, smiling and crawling towards him.

Ken finally knew what it was that had been touching his neck...

a monster.

"No...no...I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

He was almost going crazy from the creature's eyes, and tears and urine rushed out of his body at the same time.

He screamed blankly, and took out the phone from his pocket with trembling hands, but it fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it steadily.

Ken didn't notice at all that Rand wasn't even paying attention to him at all.

"Munster?! God, what the hell are you doing?! Stop!"

Rand looked at the drunken Munster, his head began to hurt violently, and the thing he had feared the most for a long time finally happened-Munster exposed his true appearance in front of a normal human being.

Rand didn't know that this was actually very difficult to achieve-sirens could always easily eat everything they could eat, squeezing out the last trace of energy from their prey. The foreign bodies contained in them react, and the colloidal digestive juice they secrete will protect them.But this time, things were a little different. In the alcohol Munster ingested, different people gave some different pleasure-enhancing agents. They are not drugs, but they can indeed ignite people's heart... and unfortunately However, the effect of the mixed drug just caused Munster to have a certain hyperactive reaction, and its reaction became closer to intuition, and its reaction ability and learning ability were greatly reduced, leaving only the most instinctive will.

Picture a dog—a dog with a Frisbee in its mouth.

Dogs don't think about "why my stupid master threw the frisbee out again", they just wag their tails happily, and almost instinctively bring the frisbee to their master, eager to get his reward and reward from the master. Caressing--just as Munster was doing now, only it seemed to inadvertently cause great stress to Frisbee, and, to his dear master, great stress and annoyance.

"Rand, I... giggle... I'll help you..."

Munster shook his head and said to Rand.

Before Rand had time to stop it, it had slid to the top of Ken's head like a ghost, and its long hair hung down to tie up the little wimp who was already paralyzed from fright, and then passed it to Rand.

"No, I'm sorry, my God, Mr. Sievers, I'm so sorry..."

Rand met Ken's palette of blood, tears, and snot.

For a split second he could barely look at the other person.

The muscles on his brow began to throb unconsciously, and his stomach cramped.

Rand swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and forced his calm mask to speak to Ken.

"Calm down, uh...Ken, I don't mean to hurt you, I just want that picture back—"

"laugh--"

A soft sound stopped Rand's voice abruptly.

That's the sound of something being poked, Rand thought.

His eyes suddenly turned red, and some warm water splashed on his face...

He wiped the beads off with his hands, his fingers were a little sticky, and then he saw Ken.

Ken's eyeballs began to bulge outwards as if they had been taken out of them. Bright red blood splashed from the edge of his eye sockets. Outside, his face turned a rotten maroon, and finally, with two pops, Rand looked directly at Ken's eyeballs that bounced from his crimson sockets like ping pong balls. out.

Strands of tissue hung behind one eyeball, bounced off Rand's front lapel, and then fell to the ground.

Gululu, Gululu...

Rolled down the stairs to the corner.

"..."

Rand gasped heavily, his lips trembled because of the extreme shock but he couldn't make a sound at all, he could only just stare stiffly at the two blood-stained bright red tentacles protruding from Ken's eye sockets Come on, wiggle.

Then, the man's body was slammed into the corner like garbage.

A face that was familiar to Rand, but completely unfamiliar on the other hand appeared in front of him with a smile.

"Hi, Rand... see you at last."

The hideous, human-wrapped beast tilted its head gracefully at him like a nobleman, and greeted him.

The two tentacles melted into "Prince"'s left hand, while his right hand turned into an arthropod front paw covered with steel bristles, piercing straight into the ceiling like a sharp sword.

A few tentacles fell from Munster's long hair and landed on the ground, wriggling...

"Hiss..."

A deep wound appeared on Munster's shoulder, and blue blood slid down the prince's forelimb viscously.At that moment just now, it sharply avoided the deadly attack from the prince, but it still suffered a little damage.

Cracks appeared on its face, its lips grinned straight to the sides, revealing its sharp teeth, and the sharp high-frequency warning sound that the human ear could not receive suddenly increased... Just now, Munster saw the "Prince" They directly attacked it.His hair-like tentacles penetrated directly into the gaps in the carapace of the joint limbs of the "Prince" at the very short Sun Jian just now, and the tiny tentacles disintegrated the "Prince"'s body from the inside...

However, the sound of the gun safety being opened stopped all its actions.

Rand felt the back of his head pressed against the cold metal barrel of the gun.

"Leave the body of His Royal Highness 'Prince', or I will shoot."

A girl's voice with a Russian accent sounded from behind Rand.