Mermaid Effect

When Rand was still working as a test subject in Shenbai, sometimes he would think of his days in the Pine Street apartment, the days of faint moisture, sunlight, air conditioning, TV and fast food.

Rand never felt profound happiness or intense joy because of those days, but it was amazing that those days became the good medicine he used to numb himself when he was in pain, and when he was about to collapse, He would keep himself in the memory to escape the maddening pain.

He would pick a day in his memory at random and try to echo what he did that day, what was his breakfast, what was his midday behavior, what bad things did Munster (a little fish then) do, what he did before he fell asleep. Fairy tales to read to it...

It was by virtue of these seemingly boring, meaningless details that Rand survived the darkest days of his life, when he didn't think it was possible for him to relive that peaceful and comfortable life one day.

It seems that he made another wrong presupposition about his life.

At least, in this song above the destroyer's cold storage, he relives that everyday calm in a subtle way.Of course, you have to ignore the damn environment—for example, the infected bodies who went to Alaska with them...

When the night came and the security was relaxed, Rand would be held in the arms of Munster, and he would deftly walk through the corridors and rooms.He peeked at a lot of the captain's secret documents, and eavesdropped on the top of the air vent when the agents were in meetings... The information he collected over a period of time allowed him to confirm what Simon said.

And during the day when people came in and out of the cold storage, Rand and Munster would lie quietly in that comfortable lair to rest.They will enjoy the delicacies of the Navy's supplies in a less obvious way.

Slices of white bread served with black caviar. Rand broke open a few pieces of melon and wrapped the delicate and sweet flesh with raw ham and cheese to make some snacks for Munster. Of course, Munster is more interested in raw ham than Melon, his reaction to caviar was also very cold.

"It's not tasty."

He grunted and complained that they tasted like they stink.

Then, in order to prove that there are many things on the bottom of the sea that are more delicious than caviar, it brought a whole tuna to Rand—in order not to expose himself, Rand had to hide in a cabin at the stern and eat that The fattest and tender parts of the fish are then thrown back into the sea.

Then Munster got him some juvenile conger eels, which looked transparent and had a plump and wonderful taste.In order to consume this unique ingredient, Rand had to steal another bottle of Japanese soy sauce from the kitchen...and after using a few drops, that bottle of soy sauce also had to be thrown into the sea.

……

Their life is really not rich, but it is still stable.

In order to express his sincerity, Simon provided them with some non-essential living items: pillows, toothbrushes, rechargeable night lights, and finally some novels...

""Super Gorgeous Underwater Lover"?"

When he got the novel, even Rand, who was taking the ruthless route, couldn't help but look at the title and ask a question.

He remembered Simon as a genius with a high IQ...

"What's the matter? It's not mine!"

Simon's face completely turned into the color of a boiled crab shell, and he almost jumped out of the bed, every strand of hair was rippling with molecules of anger.

"I took it from Ryan's bedside! I thought it was my research report..."

He tried desperately to explain.

Rand blinked and looked at Simon thoughtfully.

"Oh, Lane's bedside."

Rand repeated.

He felt that he might have become a little mean-spirited too. Seeing Simon flushed from head to toe was probably one of the few entertainments he had on this journey—God, you see, he has become a prankster. Others are the ones who come to have fun.

"I have nothing to do with him! Don't look at me with that look!"

Simon shouted at Rand with a high voice.

When Rand was about to sneak into his room a few days ago, he had seen an embarrassing scene not so coincidentally.

The tall, silent agent was kissing the red-faced genius doctor in front of him - and neither of them was doubtless inexperienced in the field.

The whole kissing process was quite horrible (this horrible refers to their front teeth colliding, and when Simon was screaming, he found that there was blood flowing from the corner of the detective's mouth, and the very sad front teeth collision was successful. After that, Simon, and Rand and Munster, who were forced to eavesdrop, learned that Ryan had been tortured to extract seven teeth during the Iraq War).

"...I don't know if I should tell you these things, Simon, they're the dark side of my life, but... I've read some books that say that sharing and loving is really the only thing that makes the darkness go away Way……"

Ryan bit the absorbent cotton in the gap between his teeth, and said to Simon as calmly as possible.He looked a little stiff, even shy, but his attitude was very sincere.

"..."

Simon struggled to smile at him after a moment of silence.

"I, I believe you can come out." He said, swallowing the "breakup declaration" with detailed reasons that had already been drafted in his belly back into his stomach alive.

……

Rand didn't know what happened between the two of them afterwards, but judging from the fact that Simon can freely enter and leave Ryan's room, the relationship between the two of them may be progressing well?

Thinking of this, Rand showed some usual kindness.

He didn't say much, but quietly returned to his temporary "residence" with Simon's gift.

And that night, when he opened the book for the long-lost reading, a message from the author on the second cover of the book jumped into his eyes: "Only love and sharing can get you out of the long night of life—by Nicholas Sweetheart"

"puff……"

Rand almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Munster moved over with his head probing, resting his chin on top of Rand's head, and his eyes fell on the book in his hand.On the cover, a young boy's white body is wrapped in the dark red tentacles of an octopus, being dragged into the turbulent sea water.

"Is it the daughter of the sea?" it asked.

"Oh, no...not...but it's also a love story, maybe..."

Rand habitually reached out and touched its cheek.

In this short moment, he seemed to have returned to the first, bright time long ago.

"Would you like to hear it? I can read it to you."

His mind moved slightly, and then blurted out.

Munster pursed his lips and nodded——the scales on the tail and the light emanating from the hair were intensified to an obvious degree. The ones it inlaid on the top of the nest were the little things that made Rand feel speechless before. The trinkets reflected a sparkling gleam.

At this moment, everything is so gentle and dreamy, dotted with stardust like a girl's dream.

Rand leaned his body against Munster's chest, moved the lamp to his hand, and began to recite the words in the novel in a low voice.

This is a story about a sea monster and a boy...

The young and naive rich boy was shipwrecked while participating in a beach reality show, but the always ugly sea monster rescued him, and humbly helped the pampered human being survive on the desert island with a hidden attitude.It didn't even dare to show its real body in front of the other party, because it knew that the human would never like its appearance...

"Fortunately, I'm not as ugly as it is." When reading the description of the sea monster's pain and despair, Munster wrapped his tail tightly around Rand's thigh, and it said in a low voice, very gratefully, "My scales are still Pretty nice, right?"

It pretended to be nonchalant and said to Rand, but kept looking at his face.

Rand turned his head, looked at Munster, then nodded with a smile.

"Yes, you are beautiful."

he said approvingly.

And as of this point, the novel is at best a strange composite hodgepodge of modern day versions of Notre Dame and the Daughter of the Sea, but when Rand turns the page again, something very disturbing happens. Shocking change.

"...he was roughly dragged to the shallow bay by that monster, the sea water here was warmed by the sun for a whole day like a lover's skin...the wet, scorching arms and feet left a clear circular shape on his body The scar, the scar made him feel so itchy, oh, and then it turned to tingling...he felt like he was craving some kind of rougher treatment...before he had time to react, he felt something on his ass The thing was torn apart... the suction cups on the tentacles were coated with mucus and stuck to the part that could never be used for anything other than excretion... His body seemed to be melting, and the inside of his body emerged—"

Rand couldn't bear it and slammed the page shut.

"Did you make a mistake..."

He muttered in embarrassment, then realized his mouth was parched and his face flushed.

He couldn't believe it was such a... unsuitable book to read aloud.And it was not until he turned the book upside down that he saw the conspicuous advertisement of this book under the introduction of the book—beyond "Fifty Ashes of Gray", a textured romance novel that you can't help yourself...

Rand figured he should complain about the damn ad.It should have been printed on the cover.

"Sorry, Munster, I just didn't think of..."

Rand turned his head and stammered, trying to explain the embarrassing scene.

But when he saw Munster, he quickly realized that maybe he didn't need to do this... because Munster wasn't listening.

So what exactly is it doing?

If we could replay the footage, we would see that this extremely strong monster kept its previous posture after Rand's initial sentence "You look good", with wet eyes and rapid blood circulation on the face , looking blankly at Rand's side face with a smirk.

Just giggling.

It wasn't until it caught Rand's sight that it seemed to wake up from a beautiful dream. It sucked the excessively secreted saliva a little bit, exuded a pink light, and said to Rand: "... Rand, I think, I am so happy now."

"Cough cough cough..."

Rand almost choked on its already somewhat rare, silly speech.

He couldn't help but pat Munster's shoulder lightly with the books of that book.

"You really..."

He thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what to say to Munster—the latter held him tightly in his arms, moved his lips together, and dropped some dry and fine light on Rand's face kiss.

……

"crunch-"

At this time, the sound of the door of the cold storage being opened came from below them.

Rand's body froze suddenly, but then relaxed again.

Basically, no one could do him any harm with Munster by his side, and Rand knew that.

"...Dude, I don't think things are quite right here."

At this time, a male voice with a central accent sounded.

Observations these days let Rand know that this voice came from the second-class chef in the kitchen.

"What's wrong? How could life on a ship be wrong..."

"Don't you think there is something missing here? The general's breakfast menu before was black truffle omelette, but I didn't find the damn black truffle... There is also a bottle of COLLECTION brandy... I remember it should be There are a few bottles but the quantity is not right..."

"If it's wine, why don't you ask Duncan? That guy's a real drunk. Maybe he stole it."

"I've already asked. To be honest, I don't think the amount of canned foie gras is right. There might be rats on this ship..."

"Haha, what you said is so funny, how is it possible, this is a destroyer, the group of damned bastards inspected her inside and out before leaving the port, and she also passed the test for harmless treatment—I I think you're just thinking too much, listen to me, and ask Duncan again, oh, by the way, give back to his creepy black-skinned little follower, I always feel that his hands and feet are not clean..."

……

The two chefs walked out while chatting.

Rand blinked and looked at Munster, who smiled and took out a wine bottle from behind his body.

Well, it's the missing bottle of COLLECTION brandy.

"Hi Munster!"

Rand muttered his name reproachfully.

"This is not right, those who move too many things will realize our existence, we must maintain our concealment on the ship..."

"We're about to reach our destination soon, and those people won't be held accountable for this."

Munster said to Rand.

Compared to Rand, who is already almost human, Munster is more suitable for wandering in every corner to absorb possible useful information.

Rand sighed involuntarily.

...Yeah, we are almost at our destination.

After thinking about this, the mood that was still very good before quickly became low.

Sometimes, Rand wished he could escape.Rescuing Vincent is definitely not an easy task. It is foreseeable that it will be accompanied by a lot of death, blood, and struggle, just like those caused by Rand in the Deep White Mansion before.This made Rand feel painful, but it was absolutely impossible for him to leave Vincent in the hands of humans to suffer. Even if it was painful, he would still take Vincent out of that secret military base at all costs...

"do not worry."

Munster looked at Rand's expression.

"I will help you, I am strong now..."

It said in a low voice, facing Rand's depression, it was somewhat depressed, and it could only try its best to comfort him in its own way.

A bitter smile formed on the corner of Rand's mouth, and he turned off the light.

In the darkness, there was only the shimmer of light emanating from Munster.

Rand reached out and hugged Munster's body, burying his face in the socket of its neck.

"Yes, I know, you will help me."

Rand's muffled voice came out.

……

Munster's hand hesitated for a moment in the air, then slowly landed on Rand's shoulder blade.This fragile, slender human being is obviously so weak, but he is just unhappy, and Munster feels his heart hurts as if it is about to burst.

It knew that Rand was very disturbed.

For several nights in the past, it had been awakened by Rand's thin sobs overflowing in the dark in his arms.

In his sleep, Rand sleeps like a baby, with his knees curled up and his face buried in the gap between Munster's arms and chest. He will cling to Munster like a drowning man grabbing driftwood. Munster's arm, when he sobbed in his sleep, vapor would rise from Munster's arm.

"I'm sorry, Mary... In comparison, I'm really sorry... I don't want to hurt you... Vincent, Vincent, I'm sorry, I will come to save you, I swear..."

Rand would repeat it on and off, over and over in his dreams.

And Munster would silently hold Rand tighter, almost as if he wanted to embed the other person's body in his arms.

Sometimes, Munster really hoped, and it would be great if Rand could integrate with it.Like conjoined twins, they share the same body and experience the same physiological reactions, and no one can separate them except blood and death—Munster really hopes that he can become that kind of existence with Rand.