Mermaid Effect

While Rand Sievers is staring at his pet that has become very strange in his Kansas apartment, there are two people in a crumbling floating island laboratory in the northernmost part of the world. He leaned against the white metal wall and panted desperately.

Simon and Ryan, an unusually young scientist and a CIA special events investigator, whom no one would have thought a month ago to be connected to, ended up sitting in a hallway less than two meters apart. side, feeling the thing called life force flowing away from the body together.

"Hey, do you know?" Simon's neck was drooping, and he tried to raise his head and said to Ryan, "These damn infrasound waves can actually be heard by us...ahem...but it needs to be dealt with...you guessed it What do they sound like?"

"..."

Ryan leaned on the ground and looked at Simon silently.

He even felt a little confused, unable to understand why Simon still had the strength to speak at this time—they had experienced another infrasonic attack, and their nostrils, ears, and mouth were filled with the sticky and rich smell of rust , As for Ryan, he could no longer hear in his left ear, and at the same time, the pain in his chest almost made him suffocate. Judging from the increasingly difficult breathing situation, he believed that his alveoli had ruptured.

Death is licking his heels, Lane thought.

"...the goddamn thing sounds like a 'chirp', like the voice of a chick, it could easily kill anyone through almost any medium, but it sounds...if we can hear it... ...actually the voice of a chick...haha...cough cough cough..."

Simon fell to one side, laughing dryly as he spat out blood, his teeth stained pink with blood.

Like strawberry fudge.

Words and associations that didn't make any sense were running through Ryan's head, his brain was damaged, and symptoms were starting to appear.

But he struggled to stand up, then walked over and grabbed the boy by the collar, dragging Simon to the other end of the corridor like a dead dog.

Simon giggled at his hands like a fool.

"We're going to die! Idiot! Didn't you notice? Apart from the two of us, I'm afraid there is no one alive here!"

He said to Ryan.

This is true. Before, Ryan and Simon could still hear the sound of people fleeing in panic from time to time, but after this round of sonic attacks, the entire base was as silent as a grave.The metal hole on Simon's coat rubbed against the floor, and the sound was surprisingly loud. It seemed that only Ryan's heavy breathing like a dying elephant and this sharp rubbing sound remained in the whole space. The slender corridor became a little distorted in Ryan's sight... At the same time, he felt that the space around him seemed to have become unusually empty.

"We have to go there and kill the test subjects, that's what you said."

Lane said.

Simon was vomiting blood all the time, and the blood in his body seemed to be ordered to rush out of the cave of his soft skin.

"What we can't do, we can't do."

There was desperation in his voice.

Ryan stopped suddenly. He looked down at Simon's blood-stained face, and suddenly realized very slowly that the latter's face looked unexpectedly childish.

The childishness reminded him of a teenager he met in Afghanistan - he also looked very young, and was blown to a pulp by a landmine less than ten meters in front of Ryan.

You see, life is always so fragile, whether it is against a stupid low-level marine or a top scientist.

"I can do it." Ryan said to Simon, his voice weakened due to lung damage, but his expressionless face seemed to have a special power, forcing Simon to look at him dully, There is no way to look away.

"Trust me, I can do it."

Lane repeated.

Simon nodded stupidly, he slowly got up from the ground, blood was streaming from his ears, Ryan thought for a while, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him.

Then they staggered on.

It was a long road to hell, but eventually Simon and Ryan came to an end before the sonic attack.

Fortunately, there is still a little time until the next sonic attack—but not for long.

Simon struggled to identify the time on his wrist: "There are still 7 minutes."

He looked up at the flat and smooth metal wall, and there was a line of laser-cut writing on it: Special Hazardous Biological Quarantine was written in black, which looked surprisingly similar to the epitaph on the tombstone.

The cocooned experimental body in the base is in the isolation area, and there is only an extremely thick composite material door between the two fragile humans, Simon and Ryan.

Normally, this purposely built abnormally smooth gate is firmly integrated with the smooth wall through strong magnetism, but it is obviously out of order now.

Simon could have easily pushed it away, but at this point he stopped instead.

He looked up at Ryan: "We have to kill it in these seven minutes or something. I don't think either of us can survive another attack."

Trembling, Ryan took out the gun from his clothes. Now he looks like a severe Parkinson's patient, but he still filled all the ammunition meticulously.

Simon watched in silence as he finished everything, during which Ryan's bullets jingled and fell to the ground several times, making a hollow echo.

He checked the time again.

5 minutes.

Then he pushed open the door.

The damp rusty smell rushed towards them engulfed in water vapor.

Under the reddish emergency light, three huge sinks in the corners were instantly locked by Ryan.

The bottom of the two sinks on the left is a huge round "cocoon", one of which has a light-colored chapped skin, and the sink on the right has been fragmented.

The light blue culture fluid spilled on the floor, bringing with it a nauseous animal body odor.

Lane saw the merman on the floor.

Or rather, sirens.

This is the first time he has actually come into contact with a creature that should only appear in legends in theory.

Ryan's mind went blank.

No language belonging to humans can describe the wonder of that creature. Compared with the flat pictures on those materials, the living sirens are so close to those legends——seductive sailors with singing and lead them to death.

Its skin and hair are stunningly white, without a speck of mottle or blotch, giving rise to an irresistible desire to have some color in them, as in a smooth And write something on the white paper.From the waist down are scales of the same color, compared to the whole fish tail, which is slender and slender, is trapped in a large group of dark brown round cocoons.Its muscles are very strong, and its upper limbs are longer than normal humans. Ryan saw a layer of film-like flippers between its fingers, and its fingertips were transparent claws.

At this time, the hook-like claws were firmly digging on the metal plate on the ground, as if it was just a piece of soft soil.

The merman was trying to crawl out.

Slime trickled down its skin.

Hearing the movement of humans, it suddenly raised its head, and a pair of blood-red eyes met Ryan's sight motionlessly.

"Jesus, it's callused—"

Simon's scream echoed in Ryan's ears, and he raised his hand almost instinctively, pulling the trigger on the mermaid.