Mermaid Effect

The ship doctor Elena saw Dr. Simon's waywardness and unusual arrogance on that day-before that, several crew members had complained to her about the abnormality of the too-young genius in daily life (considering that she is the A rare unmarried and beautiful woman of the right age on board, men are always happy to share all kinds of information with her), but when she really got in touch with him, she found that Simon was far more unbearable than people said .

He should have had a good rest on the bed, first rushed out inexplicably, pointed out that Elena had made several mistakes in fixing the bandage, and then began to discuss with her why the combination of bortezomib and fulvestrant would cause The progression-free rate of cancer patients has risen... Elena has no interest in talking to him, and is even embarrassed.A few minutes later, Simon was inspecting her medicine cabinet like an ADHD patient. He proposed a theory of orientation, proving that adjusting the order of medicines in the medicine cabinet would reduce Elena's diagnosis time by zero percent. Eight (that bunch of Marines would hate Simon if they knew that).

Elena was embarrassed by Simon's words and deeds, and she was relieved until the agent named Ryan appeared and took Simon away. Because of this, she was dizzy and dizzy before she found out that there was a drug in her medicine cabinet after a long time. Something seems to be missing, of course, that's another story.

Let's get back to reality, Simon's back was covered in cold sweat when Lane sent him back to his room.

He hid several syringes, anti-infectives, disinfectant and bandages under the seat of his wheelchair. It was difficult for him to judge whether Ryan was aware of his theft, because the latter had no expression on his face, but the one thrown at him His eyes were full of scrutiny.

"You're behaving strangely today... Are you feeling better from seasickness?"

Ryan handed Simon a glass of water, and then suddenly said.

And Simon originally expected him to obediently leave immediately after sending himself back to the room...

"It's a little bit better, but I really can't lie there and endure that woman's erroneous diagnosis. She is almost driving me crazy-God, I should have rested in my room."

Simon said dryly.

Then he lay on his own bed with the blanket pulled up to his chin.

……

After a few seconds, Simon realized that Ryan was still in the room.

And above Ryan's head, something squirmed.

Nothing could make Simon feel more creepy, and he looks at Lane and awkwardly suggests that the latter should leave.

"I, I think I need to rest now."

"I know, I'm here to guard you... something is wrong with you today."

Lane said.

On top of his head, a few tentacles glowing with a faint blue light were falling. The bright color made Simon see that there was overflowing venom at a glance.

"Oh God... no, no, no, no, you can't stay here."

Simon jumped up from the bed, walked a few steps in front of Ryan with difficulty holding the wheelchair, staggered and tried to push Ryan out—the tentacle was almost touching the artery in Ryan's neck, and the circular stingers were in the There were faint reflections in the light.

And Ryan didn't realize that he was so close to Death. He looked at Simon suspiciously, frowning slightly.

"Why? Simon, you haven't made such a strong resistance in the past few days, have you..."

Seeing an urgent, cold-blooded monster intending to make Ryan, the obstructor, disappear directly, Simon grabbed Ryan by the collar.

Relying on the strength of his body, he forced Ryan to bow his head unprepared.

The tentacle stuck in the hair on the back of Ryan's neck and passed by.

Simon pressed his lips to Ryan's.

His heart literally jumped out of his throat.

Quickly glancing at the face that appeared silently on the ceiling, Simon collected himself and pulled his tongue back from Ryan's lips.

"That's why I can't have you with me. Being too close to you would make my feelings for you irresistible, Ryan, I love you."

Simon said dryly to Ryan, whose eyes had become empty.

"...I...I'm surprised...Sorry I never noticed...I..."

For the first time, Simon saw a Ryan who looked like a middle school boy, and he looked so shocked that he didn't even put up any resistance and followed Simon's pushing and shoving out of the room.

"boom--"

After the door closed, Simon fell directly to the ground.

"For God's sake, I thought you'd know that killing people in a place like this would only make things worse?"

He raised his head and faced the monster in the room.

The other party held the soft body of the black-haired young man with both hands, and put him on the bed like a treasure—by the way, that bed belonged to Simon not long ago.It is very obvious that Munster didn't seem to notice the inconvenience of Simon's legs and feet, so in the end Simon could only crawl a few steps on the ground in embarrassment, and finally moved himself to the wheelchair with great difficulty. During this period, Munster Te's attention has been staying on Rand.

After finally approaching the window, Simon couldn't help taking a breath when he saw Rand's appearance.

"Jesus, it looks like your trip wasn't as enjoyable as those nervous politicians feared," he said, receiving a cold, bloodthirsty look from Munster.

Simon immediately interrupted his sarcasm, and took out his "illegal gains" from under the seat. He glanced at Munster again, and showed the beast the needle and medicine.

"He's in a bad situation, he's got an infection from the big cut and I'm going to need to put some antibiotics in him with a needle and then rub him with alcohol - it can hurt, but we have to do it. Do, and then I will put ointment on him and cover the wound with a bandage... I have read Rand's physical condition report, a normal person should suffer for a long time under such a wound, but I think he will be very It's recovering soon, um, maybe there are still some bruises on the surface of the skin..."

Simon explained carefully that because of his emotional tension, he now makes people feel a little garrulous.He used too many words to explain what he was going to do later, because he didn't want this necessary medical treatment to cause Munster's hypersensitivity...that would probably kill him.

Munster seemed calm, but as a researcher who had dealt with the siren a lot, Simon realized that his life was in danger the moment he met its eyes, because he knew very well that Munster's Calmness is just an illusion. This monster is almost going crazy. Rand's weaker and weaker breathing brings it pain as much as pouring magma into his chest. The pain and panic almost drive it to the point of despair. at the cliff.It managed to maintain its superficial composure simply by virtue of its concern for Rand's safety, because only in this way could Rand be effectively rescued.

But even if there is only a little trouble, it is likely to get out of control-it can be seen from the fact that he planned to poison Ryan directly just now.

Munster stuck out a small section of his tongue—the thing looked like a snake's letter, and trembled twice in the air. After judging that what Simon said was not adulterated, it used that kind of hoarse, A voice that seemed to smell like sulfur from hell said to Simon: "Save him, or I will let you die."

[Siren Weaponized Acquired Behavior Manual, page 189, line 21. 】Simon murmured in his heart that all the threatening words that Munster learned came from this manual, and judging from his repeated words, his learning scope should be around this... Simon is very Quickly judged Munster's learning progress.

It should have fully mastered basic weapon application, infiltrating and destroying enemies... but the torture and threat lessons have not yet begun, and the deep white should only tentatively allow it to communicate shallowly with human prey before it flees with Rand .

……This is good.

Simon thought, relaxing a little.

In a sense, Munster has not been polluted by those dark and filthy human lessons, nor has it derived happiness from torture and abuse of human beings.This means that for the first time, the plan that Simon thought he would never have the chance to implement has the possibility of restarting again.

Thinking of this, Simon's attitude towards Rand became a little gentler.Compared with the situation of being coerced before, now he is more like taking the initiative to show kindness to Rand.

Munster is the beast, and Rand is the rein of the beast.

If used well, he can be of great use...

Simon looked at the pale man on the hospital bed and lowered his eyes.

……

after one day--

pain.

It was the most vivid feeling Rand felt when he woke up.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and before he opened his eyes, he heard the urgent breathing of a certain creature.

"Lan, Rand..."

A wet object ran up Rand's face, licking his eyelashes and eyelids.

Air dry.

The salty smell and dampness that had been covering their sides like a fog before had disappeared, and above the room, the air conditioner made a regular rattling sound.

Rand reached out and touched the bed under him. The touch of the fabric from his fingers made him think that he was still hallucinating at first.

But soon another thought hit him - had they been captured again?

Rand opened his eyes in horror.

What caught my eye was Munster's bright red eyes, full of surprise and enthusiasm.

"Rand!"

Its strong body was coiled on the bed, and Rand's entire face was almost sunk in his chest muscles.

"Rand, you're awake...Rand..."

In the frantic joy of regaining what was lost, Munster's IQ and mental orderliness, which had rarely appeared in the past period of time, were quickly evaporated like water vapor on the surface of a hot pot.

It stared at Rand stupidly, and couldn't even say a complete sentence, it just repeated Rand's name over and over again.

"Mun... Munster... get out of the way first..."

Rand turned his head with difficulty, and barely spoke through Munster's wet saliva.

His throat was terribly sore and his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound.

A hand with protruding knuckles held a glass of water and handed it to him, and at the same time there was a tired voice.

"If I were you, I'd give your lover a little room to breathe—you really don't realize he's smothered by your pecs?"

Simon held the water glass to let Rand swallow the light salt water, and then said unbearably to the monster that was only a little overexcited.

It was almost like magic. Simon would never have dared to speak to Munster like this a few minutes ago, but... I have to admit that the moment Rand opened his eyes, the air and atmosphere in the room were all terrified. There has been a change.If you have to use an analogy, it’s like a horror movie suddenly skipping frames, and then it becomes "Puppy Jessie", and even the color of the air becomes pure and bright, reminiscent of baby toys or something...

After a while, Simon suddenly realized that it was not his illusion but that the color of Munster's tail was becoming brighter.He had always thought it was iron blue or dark red scales before, but now the tail that appeared in front of him was pure baby blue, with traces of rose pink inlaid on the edges.

Even in a room where the light is not bright, the tail shines like a colorful decoration under the spotlight.

It should be the siren's own luminous ability that is working.

Simon thought numbly.

The hell-like aura hovering inside the monster's body disappeared instantly.

The same huge body, the same scales, the same red eyes and venomous tentacles...

But the creature now in the hospital bed is more like a large (maybe a bit too large) pet dog than a cold, inhuman beast.

... At least before this, Simon could not have imagined that a creature like a siren would flick its tail to express its inner joy.

Oh, yes, and drool.

After putting down the water glass, Simon uncontrollably steered the wheelchair back a little bit. He looked at Rand Sievers' cheek with a little embarrassment. His neck and shoulders were washed by Munster with his tongue. His body now exudes a strong smell of saliva, which is not unpleasant but enough to make people feel sympathetic to him.

It took Rand a little time to calm Munster down. He held its face in his hands and kissed it lightly on its forehead and chin. His fingers and shoulders were wrapped around Munster's. hair-like tentacles.

The way those tentacles rubbed against Rand made Simon unconsciously want to look away...

In short, the dialogue with Rand was carried out in a state that was beyond Simon's expectations.

It was awkward, but the atmosphere was relaxed.

"I know you. Simon Moy... Vincent said you were a genius."

Rand was half lying on the bed, and his gaze returned to Simon after turning around the room.

"Well, I don't deny being a genius." Simon couldn't help smiling at him, and he had to admit that Rand had gentle green eyes, and he was the kind of person who would make you feel that there was no danger— Although he alone easily ruined the entire Shenbai.

"So, you saved us? What is your purpose?"

There was no false temptation or perfunctory, and it seemed that he was completely unaffected by the relaxed and gentle atmosphere before. Rand looked straight at Simon and spoke calmly.

Simon was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth to say something, but the black muzzle of the gun protruding from under the sheet made him have to think more about what he was going to say later.

The gun was held in Rand's hand, and it was hard to imagine that the young man still had that soft smile on his face.

At this moment, Simon truly confirmed that the soft, lamb-like young man Vincent Sievers in his memory had long since disappeared—the person who appeared in front of him was, as the report said, extremely dangerous.

Behind Rand, Munster sticks out his head, his chin is resting on the top of Rand's head, his face is too delicate to be a natural product, and it also has a silly, pure expression like a large dog, but it looks Looking at Simon's eyes, but as if looking at some inanimate object, without any emotion.

Simon felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end one by one.

This Munster, who looks like a large dog, even scares Simon even more than the violent appearance before.

Because before, in order to save Rand, it might also think about the value of Simon's survival.

And now, after Rand escaped from danger... as long as the black-haired young man gave an order, Simon could guarantee that the monster would tear itself to pieces without hesitation.

How foolish was he to think that it was less dangerous because it hadn't been through the torture course?

A drop of cold sweat slowly fell down Simon's forehead.

"I think you have some misunderstanding."

He said dryly to the young man with a gentle smile.

"I never thought, or tried to do anything to hurt you before or after."

……

The smile on Rand's face didn't change a bit—it was painted on his face.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly put down the gun in his hand.

"Sorry, I seem to have done something superfluous again. In fact, I don't need a gun." He said, "As long as I have Munster, I can still easily take your life."

He patted Munster on the head.

Simon felt his throat stagnate, he raised his hand tremblingly, and touched his throat - a wet tentacle was tied to his throat, and the toxin it released before paralyzed Simon's skin, so that He didn't even notice it at all.

Since when...

Rand sat up slowly from the bed, legs resting on the window sill.

He carefully put the gun back in Simon's nightstand where it had been.Then he took off the bandages on his body. Just as Simon expected, Rand recovered quickly, but not too much—the newly grown skin was much fairer than normal skin, and there were visible spots on the edges. scar.

"Hey, listen, Rand Sievers, everything I just said is true. I know, you're not the type to hurt people, so..."

Simon soon found that his fingertips didn't feel any touch, which made his cold sweat break out even more.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you, but, Simon Moy, I know what you're up to, Project Siren, right? How on earth did you think I'd ignore what you did to Siren before this? Harm caused by creatures? Also, why do you think I'm not the type to hurt people?"

Little by little, the smile disappeared from Rand's face, and his voice became cold and stiff.

"If there is no Vincent, I may have other options, but I have to save him, and you are too dangerous... Sorry, I may have to..."

Simon saw that Rand gave Munster a hint.

He didn't actually feel any pain, but judging from the increasingly short of breath and gradually blurred vision, the damn tentacles on his neck should be tightening.

Before he had time to think about it, Simon completely lost the demeanor and momentum he had worked so hard to maintain in front of Rand. His hands were swaying in the air, and his voice was squeezed out of his throat in a shriveled and high-pitched voice.

"...Wait, Rand, listen to me! My purpose is the same as yours! No matter what it was before, but I know now that the Siren project must stop! And I can help you find Vincent Listen, hey, listen Rand! That's why I saved you before, I want to make up for the mistakes I made before, if you kill me here, the military will definitely realize that it's wrong... "

His voice was as ridiculous as Donald Duck's, and his words were out of order, which could be said to be gibberish.

However, while he was speaking, his breathing became much easier.

"Snapped--"

After a while, something fell wetly on the ground with a faint sound.

Simon gasped heavily, leaning on the railing of the wheelchair and looked towards the ground. It was a tentacle that was still twitching slightly.He touched his neck again, the skin was smooth... the touch of his fingers had returned.

On the other side, Rand's gaze was as indifferent as before.

"You can help me save Vincent..."

He repeated it.

Simon nodded desperately.

"Yes, believe it or not...The Siren Project has already hurt too many people...Whether it is active or passive, as long as it is touched by it, everyone will fall into misfortune. The only thing that the US military has now There are only Siren test subjects left, and only Vincent is left—and they need more Siren test subjects. They are taking fragments from Vincent's body, trying to infect normal American soldiers through Siren fragments... This is simply crazy Already!"

Simon said with a livid face.

"This is impossible!"

Just hearing that plan, Rand felt a burst of physical nausea. He couldn't imagine that such a crazy thing would happen in this world.But Simon's next words completely shattered his illusions.

"Why do you think I'm here? On a ship? Let me tell you the truth. Of the 160 crew members on this ship, nearly 90 were deliberately selected to be infected. They were going to Alaska. Part of a test piece for a follow-up test... I didn't know there was another ship heading to Alaska, I just knew this thing had to be stopped. Rand, you ruined Deep White too much to leave too much Give more information to the U.S. government—that group of idiots is different from Deep White, Deep White has studied sirens for too many years, they know the danger of this thing, but those idiots don’t know, they can only see Vincent, a human , corroded by siren cells, turned into a powerful biological weapon... ignorance breeds courage, and after they underwent the rest of the experiments, things simply got out of hand. I need your help, Rand, all sirens, Not even a single fragment should be left in the hands of humans... If you still don't trust me, you can inject me with siren fragments. Before you fully become human, your special ability is still there. Right? You can hack into my mind and..."

"To shut up."

Rand interrupted Simon.

He moved his fingers slightly, Munster hugged him, and then climbed to the ceiling.

"I'll find you again."

Rand left this sentence.

He and Munster then leave Simon's room.

After being stunned for a moment, Simon rushed to the corridor, but in such a short moment, they seemed to melt into the air without leaving any trace.

"Simon?"

A dry voice sounded behind Simon.

He turned his head abruptly, only to see Ryan's face.

The agent looked haggard. He was very rarely unshaven, with a slightly green stubble on his chin.

He stared at Simon intently, then spoke.

"I've thought about it for a long time... Before this, I didn't have any experience in falling in love with my peers. I mean, I'm not gay." He licked his lips.

"I know, it's normal..." Simon absently waited for Ryan's next rejection.

"However, I later found out that if the object is you, I can accept it."

"..."

After a while, Simon slowly realized what Ryan was talking about.

He raised his head in horror, but what he saw was the slightly flushed face of the frightening agent.

"I love you too, Simon, and here is my answer."

Lane said.

He put his hands on Simon's shoulders, and brought his face closer.

……

Damn.

It was the only word floating in Simon's head.