Mermaid Effect

Rand was confronting his little monster when the doorbell rang.

It had built a large enough nest in the corner of the aquarium... or something, Rand didn't know how to describe it.

The snot-like sticky substance turned milky white after being soaked in the water overnight, and it stuck to the wall of the aquarium like a honeycomb. There was a circular opening that allowed Munster to come in and out, and the fish food was embedded in it. Its surface showed an extremely disgusting state after being soaked in water.And soon Munster himself seemed to realize this too, he worked tirelessly to dig out the fish food with his mouth, and then...

And then no then.

It pooh-poohed the fish food without any desire to eat them.And Rand soon discovered that the water in the aquarium gave off an unpleasant smell and became cloudy.

While Rand changed the water, Munster had been swimming nervously around his disgusting lair—and then Rand heard something crack.

When he rushed to the aquarium, he saw Munster chewing up the coral rock in the bottom of the tank, and then took it to the surface of the nest.

Trembling slightly in the current, the lump of coral stone fragments scattered on the surface is even more disgusting than before.

Rand stared at the thing with goosebumps, then he rubbed his temples with a headache.

"Listen, man," he said to Munster through the transparent aquarium wall, whether the other party can really understand, "I think you deserve better things, so I will get that thing out , you have no right to say no, understand?"

Then, he said, he placed a pottery underwater set he had prepared for aquatic life (it looked like a broken pot, but it was much more beautiful than Munster's one anyway) on the in the aquarium.

Munster seemed a little interested in his new home. It rushed out of the "snot" and swam around the clay pot.Rand felt a sigh of relief, and then reached in with a colander, trying to fish out the scalp-numbing unknown object made by Munster.But soon his intention was noticed by Munster.

Ten seconds later, Rand lost a colander again.

"Hey, that's not what it said!"

Rand yelled at it—it was kind of silly but it was actually kind of funny, and besides, he started thinking about getting a steel colander.

And, he wasn't discouraged.

Rand went to cut up some chicken breasts, which he knew Munster liked (at least more than fish food), and then went back to the side of the aquarium, trying to distract Munster with food, and the doorbell rang like that .

Rand felt a little puzzled, because theoretically, no one should come to him at this time.Vincent?Oh no, Rand had just talked to him on the phone yesterday, when he was on his way to some high-level meeting in Switzerland, and Caroline followed him.other people?Rand couldn't think of who the visitor would be.

After opening the door, he saw two men in police uniforms.One was a black man whose hair had turned silver and white, while the other was a white man as strong as a gladiator.

They showed Rand their police IDs.

"Rand Sievers?"

The white man licked his lips and opened his mouth.

There was something about him that made Rand uncomfortable, and Rand wasn't sure if it was because of his intentional accentuation of the last name "Severus" or if it was simply the fact that the police came to his door that made him uneasy. .

"it's me."

Rand said he felt a little nervous.

A bad premonition—a cold current ran up his spine.

From the time when he was 14 years old, wrapped in a smelly blanket, holding a cup of hot coffee that was like sugar water, he opened his eyes at the police station and then had a memory, he never wanted to deal with the police.He remembered how it felt, those black uniforms were to Rand like a crow's feathers, equated directly with tragedy.The coffee that the kind female policeman handed him that day was really hot, and his cold fingers leaned against the coffee cup, and the fingertips gradually turned red.

And now, Rand felt his fingers start to grow cold again.

"Did something happen?"

He heard his own voice sound, a little floating, as if it came from another person's throat.

The tall white man grinned at him with his mouth lopsided, that "I know what you did" look that made one want to punch him.

Rand learns of the plumber's death from two cops—though he doesn't even quite remember the man's face (the stench is so unbearable that he only remembers that).

On the surface, their visit to Rand was just a routine questioning, at least that was the attitude of the black policeman.But the other one showed another face, his words were rude and aggressive.

……

"Are you sure you didn't see anything? You went to the balcony? So what happened to him in your bathroom and you had no idea? Huh."

His malicious gaze stayed on Rand's face, and he asked, although it was a question sentence, even an idiot could hear the doubt in his tone. Of course, there are more vicious things than questioning.

"I really don't know," Rand said. He had the urge to yell at the white policeman, but he resisted. "I did walk away."

He tried to calm himself down, but Tony obviously didn't like it, and he stood up and walked around Rand's apartment, clicking his tongue.

"Vinson Sievers is your brother." He raised his eyebrows at Rand, who was extremely patient. Old George was behind Rand, scanning him with obvious disapproval.

It's not a very good topic, obviously.

"Yes. Is there any problem?"

Rand felt that his nerves seemed to be tightened by an invisible finger, and his voice became sharp for a moment.

"Of course there is no problem. However, I have always been curious. It is said that Shenbai Biotechnology is always doing those weird biological experiments. Don't rush to deny it. Some people are still protesting, right? So some dangers If the potion leaked out, it might appear in the homes of some close relatives of the president..."

"I don't understand you."

Rand said his face was livid and ugly.

"Tony, that's enough."

Old George walked between the two of them. He gave Rand an embarrassed look and waved his hand, as if this would drive away the tense atmosphere that seemed to be about to explode.

Tony turned a blind eye to Old George's efforts, and he pursed his lips, showing that annoying mentally retarded expression.Then he looked towards the aquarium.

"Ha, a fish... Hey, George, the one we arrested last time, oh, by the way, didn't that serial killer also keep a lizard? It seems that some people always have similar preferences in pets Places, scales, cold-blooded animals, hahahahahaha..."

"..."

"..."

Old George and Rand both looked at him in silence.Not getting the expected response, Tony smirked dryly.Then he saw the chicken breast that Rand had prepared to feed Munster.

"Oh God, don't tell me these are fish feeds."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of chicken breast and placed it on top of the aquarium.

"Hey, you can't—"

Rand tried to stop him angrily, but the other creature was clearly faster than his master.

The red film on Munster's body burst open in an instant, and it rushed straight to the surface of the water.

"Ow—"

Tony jumped to his feet, dropping the shred of chicken breast and looking at his fingers.

There is a thin line of blood on the pulp of his stubby finger, it seems that it should be slightly scratched, it is not a serious problem, but he looks like a pit bull with a dagger in his ass Shouted with excitement.

"Shit! Oh shit!!!"

His voice was at the top of his voice, and honestly, the fussy reaction was embarrassing for the other two in the room.

"Come on! Tony!"

Old George gave Rand an apologetic look, and then showed a rare stern attitude in front of Tony.

"I got bitten by a fucking fish!"

Tony looked at his fingers and yelled angrily.

"It's just a scrape, it's not on your cock, you don't need to be so excited." Old George took a look at the cut on his hand - it didn't look like it was bleeding anymore.According to old George's experience, after three days, there might not even be a scar left.

"Fucking bloody fish!"

Tony glared angrily at Munster in the aquarium. The tail fin and the membrane around the neck of the fish seemed to be inflated, and the round spots behind the eyes were flashing bright red. The fish swelled a lot, and they were angrily bumping against the wall of the aquarium.

For a moment Rand was worried because Tony looked like he was going to fish Munster out of the water and crush him, and he stood directly in front of Tony, trembling slightly with rage.

"You have food in your hand!" he said to Tony, "and you did it without permission!"

He almost hoped that Munster could have bit off the entire finger of this annoying guy just now.

"Look, I don't care if you're a policeman or some other animal activist (Rand mistakenly attributed Tony's eccentric attitude to being an animal activist, after all, Deep White did do a lot of animal testing--but it's It’s a biotech company!), but what you have done, I think, has exceeded your job responsibilities. This is the end of our conversation, and I hope you can leave immediately.”

Rand raised his voice angrily.

"What did you say? You..."

Tony had obviously never been treated like this before. His face flushed instantly, and a furious light flashed in his eyes. The moment he was about to burst out of the exit, Old George rushed over.

He puts Tony behind him and half-forces him toward the door.

"Sorry, Mr. Sievers, he just wanted to find out the truth of the matter a little too much. We should really leave. If you have any clues that you think of later, you can contact us."

He finished speaking quickly, then opened the door and dragged Tony out.

Tony was clearly in a daze, and he even tried to argue with old George at the door.

"What the hell are you doing, didn't you hear what the damn guy said to me... told me to leave? I'm a fucking detective!"

"You're just a cop!" Old George raised his voice impatiently. "And that's a Sievers! They could have ten senior lawyers suing you for misconduct...and you are!"

"I……"

"Your behavior today is weird, Tony," Old George suddenly stopped, he narrowed his eyes, and looked at his partner suspiciously, "Are you really just here to investigate the case?"

Tony turned his head away and spat on the porch.

He didn't answer George Sr.'s question directly: "Shut up your crazy thoughts!"

A man with bright strawberry-colored hair watches oddly from the sidelines at the altercation between the two police officers.

"Is there a question, sir."

The man asked with a smile after realizing that the police had noticed him.

"nothing!"

Tony avoided the eyes of others uncomfortably. He didn't want to expose himself to too many people's attention.

He showed the man his credentials, dismissed it as a normal investigation, and left the apartment in a pent-up anger.

When he got into the police car that had been scorched by the sun, Tony felt a slight itch.

"what happened?"

Old George looked at him.

"Damn fish."

Tony looked at his fingers. There was no blood on the place where the fish teeth had scratched him before, and the itching came from there.He cursed the fish, then turned the car key.

"Nothing," he answered old George.

Just a little scrape—actually, even he thought so.