Mermaid Effect

"I am a sinner."

he murmured.

"no……"

Munster whispered eagerly in his ear.Ever since it left Vincent's office, it has been filled with strong unease and apprehension—"They are bad people, and they have been hurting us, even though we haven't actually done anything."

It said, and then pretended to be casual, clasping Rand's thin shoulders with his hands.

Because of being too thin, Rand's shoulder blades protruded like a bird, causing Munster's heart to ache.

It also remembered what Rand had been like, when it was an ugly fish, and it stayed on Rand's shoulder for a long time.It slipped onto his pillow while he was still sleeping, and curled up in a circle around his neck... and when it was bigger, it rested its chin on Rand's shoulder, watching his hands book of fairy tales.

Rand's shoulders had once been as round as a boy's.

Munster could feel Rand's pain, and he wanted to comfort him more than ever, but... the shock and fear from the video he saw before still remained in his mind.

Just thinking that he might have hurt Rand once made Munster feel like he was about to suffocate.And Rand's next actions made it suffer even more - he didn't get angry or angry, he even comforted it gently, but on the other hand, his alienation from it couldn't be concealed.

The moment Munster tried to approach Rand, Rand subconsciously avoided it.

"Don't come near me!"

He said the look at Munster was initially filled with uncontrollable terror, and then a moment later turned to self-blame.

"Munster, I'm sorry..." he said, his voice softened, but his body distanced himself from Munster, "I still need a little time."

Munster lowered his hand silently.

The scales on its body were now a dismal gray-white.

Rand saw Munster's obvious frustration, and he felt that he should perhaps show some basic comfort, but he was so tired that he could hardly make any unnecessary movements.

He tried to make himself calm and empty, and now it's not time to collapse—and Vincent, at least after he rescued Vincent, he was qualified to immerse himself in that great self-blame and pain.

Rand's body trembled, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his newly grown nails dug deep into his palms, but Rand couldn't even feel the pain.

...However, the bloody smell from the blood dripping from his palm soon permeated the corridor, and caused some silent commotions.

Something flickered in the shadows.

Rand raised his head and saw a small bulge on the ceiling, and that bulge gradually began to grow larger in Rand's sight, and he let out a wheezing gasp.

Then, the camouflage on it disappeared.

The shaggy hair was parted, and on a sunken humanoid face, two huge red pupils stared at Rand motionlessly.

Its upper limbs were deeply embedded in the ceiling, its head looked down, and sharp teeth were exposed from the parted lips—there were still bright red blood streaks between the teeth.

"Ah... ah ah ah..."

It made a series of caring noises at Rand, and then it came down lightly, sitting with its tail tucked in front of its arms.

Rand blinked, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

"Hi Mary."

He recognized the monster immediately, the siren test subject that had been an orangutan.

Another grunt came from Mary's mouth, and the smile on Rand's mouth became bitter.

"...No, I'm fine, Mary, thank you for your concern."

He said to Mary softly, the soft tone instantly made Munster's pupils darker.

Mary looked as if she wanted to get closer to Rand, and it took a tentative step forward, but behind Rand, Munster let out a soft snort, which sounded like a soft nasal sound, Mary's horrible body trembled because of it.

It took several steps back, its waist slumped, and its tail turned an ugly iron gray.

It can be seen that Mary is in awe of Munster, but on the other hand, she is full of attachment and longing for Rand at the same time.

Munster exuded the aura of telling him to go away. Under normal circumstances, Mary should leave, but it lingered. In the end, Mary timidly but stubbornly followed Rand out of contradictory instincts. and Munster behind.

Later, when Rand walked through the almost ruined building, more and more siren subjects similar to Mary gathered around Rand.

Just like Mary, they greedily sucked the breath particles that fell when Rand walked by in the dark, but they couldn't get close because of Munster's existence.

However, it is precisely because of them that Rand's actions have become easier than anyone else.All the special forces that attempted to approach or harm Rand were immediately wiped out by the monsters on the periphery.

The place where Rand walked left a strong smell of blood, which made the sadness in his eyes more intense, but even so, he did not stop the behavior of the group of experimental subjects, and of course, he did not stop the human army The resistance to the experimental subjects.

While many humans died, many experimental subjects also lost their lives.

Rand seemed completely oblivious to the struggles that were happening around him.He came to the special pipeline for transporting biological waste inside Shenbai Building, and opened the elevator door with his hand.

The biochemical mice all looked towards the direction of the sound in the darkness, their red eyes were like stars shining in the night.Rand lowered his eyes slightly, just like Moses parting the Red Sea, the group of mice that turned countless human special forces members into bones rushed towards both sides.In the middle of the elevator shaft, a few ropes fluttered slightly. They were not elevator cables (they had been easily bitten off by the rats)... but were left by the humans who had sneaked into the elevator shaft and repaired the cables.Now, of course, all of them are tiny lumps of meat in the stomachs of rats.

Rand saw the friction marks left by some human tactical gloves inside the elevator shaft. The shallow finger marks were filled with strong despair, which made Rand's fingers tremble slightly—and the next second, he stretched out his hand Grabbing a rope, he leaped expressionlessly toward the dark bottom.

Deep white organisms produce a large amount of waste water every day-they will be carefully treated and then discharged into the Washington Waterway through pipes, and then the waste water will flow north. There is also a deep white secret filter in the tidal lake, and finally after thorough Filtered wastewater enters the Potomac River and is discharged into the sea.

Now, this waterway would be the easiest escape route for Rand and Munster.

A few blue-ringed octopuses, magnified thousands of times in size, kindly helped Rand pry open the metal filter screen of the wastewater treatment plant, while a reasonable number of biochemical mice took care of the remaining obstacles.

Floating at the bottom of the dark and icy water were tiny pieces of human flesh and grease, and of course, corpses that could not be ignored.

Rand was swimming fast at the bottom of the water...

A small white shadow floated by, Rand raised his hand suddenly in the dark water, he subconsciously grabbed the small piece of shadow - it was a fragment of a photo, perhaps from a certain special forces It slid out of the inner pocket of the bag, and the edges of the fragments were tooth marks unique to biochemical mice.

In the incomplete photo, only half of a girl's face can be seen, her blue eyes are slightly squinted, and she is smiling very happily.

Someone's daughter, right?The photo served as a protective talisman and spiritual sustenance in the personal clothing, but now the owner of the photo has been buried in the dark water.

Rand let go of his hand as if he had been scalded, and the small piece of paper was quickly washed away by the current and sank into the darkness.

"Rand?"

Munster felt Rand's depressed mood. It called him softly, and reached out to hold Rand. This time, Rand didn't avoid it.

The siren subjects around them were a little over-excited by the strong hormones spreading from Munster.They compared each other and removed all the obstacles in front of Rand's eyes. It didn't take long for Rand to reach the port of the entire wastewater treatment system—swimming a little further, he could enter the Washington Waterway.

From this position, Rand could even feel the sound of explosions coming from above, and behind Rand, countless pairs of red eyes reflected faint light on the bottom of the water.

Then Rand stopped.

……

The emergency command center is two kilometers outside the Shenbai Biotechnology Building.

Among the large number of screens and the crowd walking back and forth, the former dark white CEO Anderson sat in front of the stern-faced commander with a face as pale as a dead man.

His leg wound and other minor wounds on his body had been healed, and he was wrapped in a security blanket and had a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.

Compared with many researchers who are still trapped inside the Deep White Building, his current situation can be described as heaven.But the fat middle-aged man's face was covered with cold sweat, and he looked as if he would rather the wound had not been treated-so that he could faint, and fainting would allow him to escape from everything in front of him.

"You'd better think again, this accident..."

A professional military psychologist, commonly known as the "Inducer", adjusted his glasses and stared at Anderson with a sneer.The Pentagon is trying to figure out what happened to this horrific biological weapons insurrection, or test accident.

Anderson is not a good liar, and of course, he is not a strong-willed person, even if he still tries to recover a little loss, he has unconsciously leaked a lot of the internal activities of Shenbai.

Like those damn experiments, like those horrible monsters, like, Rand Sievers' runaway.

When talking about the astonishing ability of Rand Sievers, the "Inducer" keenly received the commander's eyes - it can be seen that the military is very concerned about the weak but perfectly controlled siren experimental subject. young people are very interested.

He quickly adjusted the direction of his questioning, trying to dig out some more information about Rand Sievers from Anderson's mouth.

And it was at this time that he noticed something was wrong with Anderson.

As a professional, the "inducer" is familiar with human facial micro-expressions, and he relies on these small muscle movements to dig out the truth-but in a very short moment, the expression on Anderson's face completely changed.

Just a few seconds ago, Anderson was just a mediocre cowardly moron, his sweat-soaked hair smudged against his protruding forehead, his body shaking every second or two from extreme restlessness and fear. Change your position.

But now, he seems to have become another person.

The corners of his mouth drooped, his eyelids tightened, his pupils dilated, and he adjusted his posture so that his knees were brought together and his hands rested neatly on his thighs.A mournful, solemn soul took over Anderson's pathetic shell.

"My name is Rand Sievers."

A gloomy voice sounded from Anderson's throat.

"I want to talk to you guys."

The entire command center fell into silence the moment his voice fell.

The Commander's gaze was cast on the "Inducer", and tiny beads of sweat appeared on the latter's nose.

No matter which direction you look at, what Anderson is showing now is another completely different personality, and the "inducer" immediately ruled out the possibility of Anderson pretending to be crazy.

The pronunciation of the voice, the movement of the facial muscles and the small frequency of the eyeball trembling have all changed. The "inducer" quickly glanced at the handheld computer on the desktop. Firth's data for assistance.

He didn't expect that these materials would come in handy in this situation.

Anderson became Rand Sievers.

From a professional point of view, the "inducer" can be very sure of this.And judging from the information they got before, Rand does have the ability to invade other people's thinking. For example, he once manipulated a female researcher in the laboratory at the beginning...

This terrifying ability actually appeared in real life.Faced with this situation for the first time, even experienced "inducers" couldn't help but feel a chill.

The "Inducer" hesitated for a moment, and then gave the commander an affirmative answer.

And it wasn't until this time that the commander started talking to Anderson—Rand.

"What do you want to talk about?" The commander paused. He was obviously still not used to contacting Rand through Anderson. In order to control his emotions, he added, "Rand."

When the Special Forces broke into Vincent's office earlier, Rand gave Anderson's body something extra, some siren blood (which allowed the hapless middle-aged man to recover from a profusely bled near-death state a life).Those siren cells were combined hastily with Anderson's body, so that Anderson's expression looked a little weird at this moment.

Almost everyone... and countless instruments were aimed at him.

Anderson's body.

The air was so heavy that it was almost suffocating, and it was in such an environment that the voice of "Anderson" was extraordinarily clear and loud.

"I need you to do what I want."

Through Anderson's body, Rand spoke steadily.

"—withdraw all special forces from Deep White."