Mermaid Effect

The strange-looking fish (Rand wasn't sure if he could really call it a fish) naturally didn't answer him.It still worked hard to get into that narrow corner, as if it didn't realize at all whether its now huge body looked a little funny there.

Of course, what's even more funny... Rand felt that he could see its frustration from its back, oh my God.Rand moaned, clutching his forehead.

He even thought that a fish... or a strange amphibian had a lot of emotions, and Rand even thought he might be a little crazy.

He put the magazine in his hands aside, although he didn't want to admit it, but he found himself starting to examine whether it was a bit too fussy to use such a thick magazine to slap an animal...

No no no, Rand, it's really weird.

Rand seemed to be able to hear a voice in his heart saying this—his mind was entangled, and he didn't know what to do to change it.

The doorbell rang just at this time.

Rand subconsciously looked nervously at the cast iron pot on the aquarium. It looked unusually heavy and reliable, which somewhat made Rand feel at ease.After confirming that the fish was unlikely to crawl out, Rand came to the door and opened it in some embarrassment. In the process, he even tripped over a log magazine rack.

After opening the door, Rogers' face appeared behind the door. He had painted eyeliner with fluorescent powder today. At the same time, Rand noticed that his skin seemed to have turned into a different bronze color than before. It is said that it is the legendary tan .It has to be said that Rogers looks like a fully-charged motor, which is in stark contrast to the frightened and pale Rand.

"Rogers?"

Rand tried to keep himself from staring at Rogers' hair, which he had dyed into circular blotches of yellow and black to make Rogers's head look like a circle. A strawberry-colored leopard-skin hat, he wasn't sure if Rogers was here to show off his new hairstyle, and if so, Rand didn't think he could even think of words to compliment it.

However, what happened later only proved that Rand was thinking too much.Rogers' expression was not very good. He frowned his carefully drawn eyebrows, and said with a trace of distress: "Sorry, I just wanted to ask, do you still have aspirin?"

"aspirin?"

Rand blinked, he felt a little confused.

Rogers shrugged his shoulders at him, and then pointed to his head: "Oh, I don't know what's going on, I suddenly felt a little headache just now, but I don't know where my medicine cabinet is...you know, usually I don't eat that much," he said, rubbing his brow, "but I think I need it now."

"Oh sure. I think I have some."

Rand let Rogers in and got him some juice.

He headed to the bathroom, hoping he'd find some aspirin behind the mirror—caroline would have some essentials for him, if nothing else.And he was right, he quickly found the transparent yellow medicine box, and walked out with it.

Rogers was standing in front of the aquarium at this moment, frowning at the contents.

"Rogers?"

It wasn't until Rand got very close that Rogers discovered Rand's arrival.

"Do you know what kind of fish this is?"

Rand couldn't help asking. He stood with Rogers and looked at Munster, who didn't move much in the aquarium (and looked very depressed at the same time), and gave the aspirin to Rogers, who directly poured the juice into his mouth. A few pills were stuffed, but even then his eyes fell on Munster's naked tail.

The scales on Munster's tail are beautiful blue, so bright that one can't help but think of those little guys with poison in the animal kingdom.

Rogers' eyes were a little focused, and he seemed to be a little concerned about the strangeness of Munster (even though Munster only had his tail outside at this time).

After hearing Rand's words, Rogers pouted.

"Oh no, I don't know, I never failed my biology exam for God's sake," he said, reaching up and flicking the aquarium wall, "I just thought it looked a lot bigger than it did. And You use a cast iron grill pan for the aquarium to decorate this..."

"Ah, that was just an accident." Rand said dryly beside him, "It's just because it changed a lot...Maybe I fed too much chicken breast."

He wanted to tell Rogers about the strange changes that happened to Munster, but the cynicism he encountered on the fish forum made him feel a little uneasy.

He wasn't quite sure whether Rogers would be willing to believe his words. After all, it was indeed a strange enough thing for a fish to suddenly grow claws and tentacles.

While he was hesitating, his doorbell rang again.

Rand's attention was temporarily pulled away, he frowned unconsciously, feeling a little strange, after all, he was not the kind of person who would have many visitors in essence.

This time it was the apartment manager who knocked on the door. He looked a little worried, and he asked two things. One was whether he had seen Mrs. Smith during this time, and the second was whether he had Symptoms of headache and diarrhea appear.

"...I'm not sure if there's something wrong with the water tank, maybe it's the bacteria exceeding the standard or something else." The administrator rubbed his hair vigorously, frowning tightly, obviously the second thing was more serious than the first. This thing bothered him more, "But in just a short period of time, several residents have expressed to me that they felt strong headaches and diarrhea, mainly concentrated on the floors you are on, you know, This thing could get serious, I want to make sure first."

Unlike other people in the apartment, the administrator knew that the young man in front of him was not an ordinary person—he had seen those silent decoration teams, and even seen how the luxury furniture was carried into this place like water. apartment.On top of that, of course, after the apartment was completely refurbished, those snooty guys in black suits gave him enough cash to pay more attention to the owner of the apartment.

This is probably why he was more gentle with Rand, although he himself did not admit it so willingly.

"Headache? Oh no, I don't."

Rand blinked in confusion, thinking of Rogers almost immediately.

"Rogers, your headache started this morning too, didn't it?"

He stuck his head out from behind the door and asked Rogers.

Rogers walked over immediately, and he smiled at the administrator.

"Ah, yes, but thanks to Rand's aspirin, I feel better now."

After getting the answer, the administrator's expression became even more worried.

"Oh, damn it, I think I should call and report this... Ah, by the way, Mr. Rogers, have you seen Mrs. Smith lately?"

He suddenly remembered that even though the matter was not important, the administrator still asked casually.

A gleam of pleasure flitted quickly across Rogers' eyes.

He thought of the old man's head soaked in pale yellow preservative in his cabin, and her pain seemed to be frozen there forever through the specimen bottle—like a butterfly being fixed forever It's the same as in the specimen box.

People are always happy to admire that beauty.

……

"I don't think so, she hasn't shown up for many days... What's the matter?"

Rogers' voice is just right to reveal some of the indifference of being a urbanite, which is simply perfect.

"Her mailbox is full, and I don't think she's been out for days... I think I might have to call her guardian one more time, hell..."

The administrator finally left Rand's doorway with a disgruntled mutter.His final order was that Rand had better not touch any liquid that came out of the tap until he called for someone to clean the tank.

"It looks like I have to go to the supermarket, my refrigerator is empty," Rand said with a wry smile at Rogers, and then his eyes fell unconsciously on Munster's aquarium, "Also, I think I might Will need a new aquarium."

In fact, he hasn't figured out what to do with that strange fish, but at least he can replace it with a new aquarium... Rand thinks maybe, just maybe, that little monster is because of the current aquarium. The box is too small to want to come out, and he hopes to improve this.

After that he thinks about how to properly dispose of it.

Rogers curled his lips.

"To thank you for your aspirin, I thought I could take you to the supermarket." He pulled out the car keys from his pocket and shook them at him.

Rand did appreciate Rogers' help.

After all, the aquarium he needs is not a gadget, Rand can only order the aquarium in that store, and someone will come to install it a week later-this somewhat relieves Rand, he Never been very good with those water filters and oxygen pumps.

The only hiccup was filling out the aquarium specification sheet... Rand stared at the fish species on the form for a moment.

Finally he ticked the option "Other".

Rogers poked his head from behind and looked at the form in Rand's hand: "Where did you get that fish? You don't even know what species it is..."

He seemed interested in the little monster fish, thought Rand, again hesitating to tell Rogers what had happened to him.

But in the end he dismissed the idea.

"Well, it's just some coincidence."

Rand brushed it off vaguely.

He had always felt stupid for bringing that fish to Kansas in a jug by the reef, and he didn't want to show his occasional foolishness in front of his new friend, Rogers. (Based on the experience of the past 20 years, Rand feels that he has not had many opportunities to meet more warm and kind friends like Rogers, and he cherishes this friendship-even in terms of those cute and delicious cookies For the sake.)

Then the two of them went to Christine's daily necessities market together to purchase some things. Except that some people thought he and Rogers were a couple, everything was considered smooth.

Of course, this definition of "smooth" can only refer to the period before they meet the crazy policeman at the checkout counter.