Mermaid Effect

Huge waves roared and poured down from one side of the sky, and large streams of sea water passed through the gaps of the inclined aluminum alloy mast.The air was so full of fine droplets from the broken spray that the decks of the ship, tottering in the waves, seemed to be covered with veiled weapons.Munster used his strong forelimbs to fix his body on the cable hanger, and his tail carefully wrapped around Rand's body - the latter had passed out, his forehead and armpits were frighteningly hot, and his breathing was weak.This made Munster's heart ache as if it had been pinched tightly.The powerful waves wash over the deck wave after wave, and the sound of splashing water can make people mistakenly think that this is the last judgment of God.And Munster has never thanked God so much that it was shaped into a biological weapon-it is not an easy task to sneak into a destroyer Bin equipped with the Aegis combat system SPY-1D passive phased array radar.

Although his inner anxiety seemed to be incinerated, in reality Munster still showed an astonishing mechanical calmness.Its scales turned into the same gray-white color as the hull, and the moisture brought by the downpour made it almost merge with the entire ship, breathing was slowed down, and the sight remained on a certain entrance and exit on the deck.

It then used its claws to sever a cable beneath its body.

"Boom—"

There was another violent sound of waves, and the destroyer shook violently on the surface of the black sea.

After a while, the entrance door was opened.

Two technicians rushed out with safety ropes on their waists-the damn wave knocked off the cables, which was the alarm they got from the monitoring equipment.

While they were busy repairing the damn cable, one of the technicians suddenly turned around and looked at the entrance door.

"Damn..."

He cursed.

He saw the door slamming against the wall in the torrential rain that was pouring down the cabin.

He felt that he was too anxious because of the heavy rain, and rushed out without even confirming that the door was closed. He stumbled and ran over to close the door again.

And above their heads, on the aluminum alloy mast where Munster was hiding before, there was nothing...

Ten minutes later—

Inside the destroyer.

Ryan supported the haggard and thin man, and barely walked towards the medical room in the shaking corridor.

As a seasoned CIA undercover investigator, this level of turmoil was as comfortable as a mother's cradle for the silent agent, but it was clearly not the case for the one beside him.

The other party's face was pale, and his too thin body was shaking in the wheelchair. Because the center of gravity swayed back and forth, the automatic function of the wheelchair was suspended.Ryan had to drag back the wheelchair that hit the wall from time to time, and moved forward with difficulty in a "Z" state.

"vomit--"

And the man in the wheelchair was holding a vomit bag in his arms, and the black and blue under his eyes had almost reached his cheekbones.

"Man... how long until we get to Alaska... I want to go home..."

He retched and groaned intermittently.

Ryan's eyebrows twitched slightly.Theoretically speaking, with his current status, he was far more than just waiting by that man's side like an orderly, but when his gaze fell on the thin figure of the other person, his stern gaze softened subtly.

"We're almost out of the storm circle."

He said dryly, and after hesitating for a moment, he gave a rare comfort, "Just hold on, Simon, we need you very much now..."

Even though he was still suffering from the intense discomfort caused by seasickness, Simon, the young genius and former deep white senior technical director, still couldn't help but sneer.

"For what little friendship we have left between the two of us, please, Ryan, don't talk about this."

He grumbled at Lane in short, high-pitched, almost rude words.

"You must know that when I cooperated with you, I have already made it very clear... Ugh... The Siren Project must be stopped, but now..."

"Simon!"

Ryan interrupted him, and then his eyes flicked back and forth in the aisle. After confirming that there was no one else here at this time, Ryan's shoulders seemed to relax a little bit.

"This is not the place to talk about that."

Lane added.

Simon hugged the vomit bag, and the irony in the sneer on his face became more intense.

The atmosphere between them became stagnant in an instant.In the silence, there was a faint smell in the air, the damp and salty smell of sea water, the fishy smell of slime on the scales of sea creatures, mixed with the industrial smell of metal and paint-the smell was almost like is an illusion.

[tick--]

Ryan suddenly turned his head, his cold eyes wandering back and forth in the narrow corridor.

"what happened?"

Simon immediately noticed the sudden tense breath on Ryan's body. He followed the latter's line of sight and looked back somewhat reluctantly, but what he saw was still only the gray-white aisle and the dim and boring lights on the top.

……

"there is nothing."

Ryan continued to answer in that icy voice.

He didn't tell Simon that at that moment, he felt as if there were water droplets falling, and the smell in the whole corridor also made him a little nervous.In the previous mission in the North Pole, the great pain caused by the siren creature actually affected his subsequent daily life.

Simon shrugged his shoulders.

"You're too nervous, Mr. Investigator," he said.

"Everything is about your safety..."

"Shenbai has collapsed." Simon couldn't help but said.

"But Rand Sievers and the experimental subject are still fleeing, and no one knows what will happen next."

"..."

Simon paused before speaking: "I don't think Rand Sievers is the kind of person who would hunt down an insignificant researcher from thousands of miles away."

Ryan patted him on the shoulder: "You are not an insignificant researcher."

Simon fell silent now.

Yes, he couldn't deny this, and now he is no longer an insignificant person to the US military.In the previous incident, he was too impulsive to expose his strong disapproval of the siren and the experiment on Vincent Sievers, and he was almost about to be "executed internally" by the deep white high-level. Fortunately, before His surrender to the U.S. government ultimately saved his life.

Agents rescued him from Poseidon's executioners - already tortured and nearly dying.Then, internal conflicts broke out in Shenbai, the test subjects rioted and fled, and the entire laboratory exploded... making Simon the most important and most trusted siren in the hands of the military by accident. Expert in testing.

After the entire deep white was reduced to ashes, Simon was secretly sent to the U.S. Arctic military base in Alaska to preside over a new biological weapon experiment—and this biological weapon was still a siren, and it was a powerful creature that used to be a human being. Sirens.

For his safety, the Pentagon has a large number of agents lurking by his side, but out of a genius eccentricity, in the end Simon only allowed Ryan to appear in front of him and escort him personally.

But in the bottom of his heart, he didn't feel that Vincent's limp younger brother in his memory would do anything to him, even if he knew that Rand turned into the most bizarre experimental subject ever and completely destroyed Shenbai. Same goes for behemoths.

Ryan's lips moved slightly, and he seemed to be hesitating whether he should say what he wanted to say, but Simon had already interrupted him first.

"Hey man, just like I said before, let's cut this off... Anyway, please get me to the medical room first... I really think I need oxygen and sedation, you know This damn vomit... vomit... is getting me dehydrated..."

he said bitterly.

Ryan couldn't help but turned back and looked at the corridor carefully before turning back and pushing Simon to move on.

What he didn't know was that the moment he turned his head, four bright red spots of light suddenly appeared on the surface of a protrusion that he thought was a cable hub on the ceiling.

Some kind of creature, because it was completely integrated with the background color, followed them, and then came all the way to the medical room.

The medical room was much busier than Ryan thought.

Several rookie marines, as well as some agents sent to protect Simon, showed strong discomfort during the storm, and the ship doctor was very busy.After briefly observing Simon's symptoms, he passed them some pills and made a bed for Simon in the observation room.

The beds here are not that luxurious—but they are much more comfortable than the beds in normal cabins that are not much wider than a coffin box. In some respects, resting here may be the best cure for seasickness way out.

Ryan carried Simon onto the bed and put the blanket over his stomach.

Then there was silence again between the two.A white curtain isolated the bed from the outside world, and suddenly it seemed that only Ryan and Simon were left in the whole space.

A little too close.

thought Simon.

The detective seemed unaware that he had invaded the safe distance of others. He was looking at Simon thoughtfully, as if he wanted to say something.And at this moment, Simon's eyes inadvertently met the ceiling.

His pupils narrowed sharply.

He was just about to scream, but at that point he bit his tongue hard, and with the rusty pain, he forced himself to calm down with amazing self-control.

"Ren, I want to rest."

He turned his head to Ryan and said, with a sleepy expression on his face.

Ryan was taken aback for a moment, then opened the curtain and walked outside.

"I'll watch over you outside," he said.

"No no no—God, please, you will only make me nervous outside... What I need now is a full range of rest, no matter what you think, this is the medical room, even if someone wants to kill me will be here..."

It took him a while to convince Lane, who eventually relented and decided to impose martial law outside the infirmary.

After hearing the sound of that person's footsteps disappearing outside the curtain, Simon turned his gaze back in a cold sweat.

"Tick-tock-"

A drop of water landed on his blanket.

On the outside of the curtain, the military doctors are still exhausted to provide basic treatment to the seasick passengers, and several people have hit sharp objects in the rolling ship, pulling long wounds on the skin—therefore the air is filled with intense The smell of disinfectant water and blood.

Those smells, those small voices seemed to have turned into a sticky jelly, blocked by a thin curtain.

And inside the curtain, time seemed to slow down.

Simon watched as a pale young man was bound by a thick tail, slowly hanging down from mid-air, and the hair-like tentacles covering the surface of his body slowly meandered and crawled. The protective color almost the same as that of the surrounding environment made him The covered part of Rand's body was almost transparent.

Then, a huge, wet and terrifying creature, with a lightness that was completely different from its figure, landed silently at the end of Simon's bed.

【I know you--】

Simon's lips trembled slightly, he made a mouth shape, and said silently.

However, before he finished speaking, he stopped in a cold sweat—a long beard full of suction cups and mucus was wrapped around his neck at some point—and it was tightening bit by bit.

"Save him, or you die."

Munster looked at Simon indifferently, and moved slightly to reveal Rand's face.

"Boom—"

There was another violent sound of waves, and the others outside the medical room did not notice the murmur of a monster in the room.

The hull was shaking violently.

Simon's breathing quickened.