Mermaid Effect

Rogers took off the dress as soon as he got back to his room.

On the collar, the small area where the water was splashed before showed scorched black marks in such a short period of time, as if Rogers was working as a welder at Rand's house a few minutes ago.

A very faint fishy smell emanated from the piece of clothing.

Rogers looked at the clothes in his hands expressionlessly, and walked straight into his room.

Completely different from the fancy appearance, his room is very simple, with a bed, a chair, and a huge workbench. There is no carpet on the floor, but a rough concrete floor. If there is something special, it is probably the treated poplar boards on the walls, and the sponge sound-absorbing sheets are placed behind those boards. Simply put, no matter what Rogers does in this room, the sound will probably be the same It's hard to pass it on outside.

He took the clothes to the workbench and turned on the ultraviolet light. Under the special light, the small trace flashed bright fluorescent light.

"Oh, things seem to be getting more and more interesting," Rogers said with a smile on his face, turning his head to the figure on the bed. "I don't think that's a normal fish, honestly, it reminds me of that thing... What do you think, Mom?"

As he mentioned the phrase "that thing," he dropped a hand on his own prosthetic limb, fingers stroking the DW logo.

……

Rogers waited for a moment, and the room fell silent.

He did not wait for any response.

But after a few seconds he shrugged and continued in a brisk tone with a hint of tolerance: "Oh, I know, I know, I will watch him well, no, mother, how could I Jealousy, he and I will always be your children, there is no closer family in this world than us, I love him just like I love you."

Then he put the shirt in a special plastic bag and sealed it.

He made another call.

"I'll send something to you for inspection..."

He spoke to the person on the phone.

Behind Rogers, a ray of silver moonlight fell on the bed from the gap in the curtains that were not fully drawn—withered hands were exposed from under the white quilt, and the black skin had completely shrunk, sticking tightly to the bed. Root after root of human bones.

Rogers walked over while talking on the phone, and carefully put that hand back under the quilt. From the beginning to the end, his attitude was soft and sweet, full of happiness...

And outside Rogers and Rand's door, in the shadow of the apartment corridor, a woman was nervously taking out a cigarette from her pocket, lighting it, and stuffing it into her mouth.Her hands trembled a little, after all, she hadn't touched those powders for a long time... The little money she just got couldn't buy much at all, not to mention that she still owed her ex-boyfriend a large sum of money. The latter happened to be the only drug dealer in Kansas who hadn't blacklisted "Ace of Diamonds."

"...Oh, dear, don't be like this, I can get the money right away, I swear...I can definitely make a lot of money this time, leave me some goods, and I can go there right away...Oh, you'd better Don't ask, anyway, I have my way..." She stuck out her tongue and licked her chapped lips, her palms were wet with sweat, "You won't believe it, you know the deep white Sievers, right... no Wrong, I got something they'd pay for... oh shit-"

"Block A" listened to the busy tone on the phone, and the muscles on his face twisted instantly.After she pulled up a little curtain on her little secret, the other party obviously didn't believe her as she thought.

On the contrary, after a mocking laugh, he actually hung up her phone directly.

"Do you think I'm crazy? Bastard, you'll regret it!"

"Block A" almost wanted to smash the phone out of her hand just like that, but luckily her sanity returned at the last moment, and she remembered that she still kept the biggest and best chips in her life in this baby's outdated phone.After muttering a few words into the phone, "Block A" turned around...

"Oh, my God!"

She was so frightened by the man who silently appeared behind her that she almost screamed.

"Shh..."

The man with bright hair stretched out a finger, and he stared playfully at "Square A", and tapped his hand on "Square A"'s lips before the other party blurted out a series of curses.

"You are not a resident here," he looked at the eyes of "Block A" that had become dull due to long-term drug use, and said in a weird and sweet tone, "Who are you?"

Rogers noticed the woman in the shadows almost as soon as he opened the door.

He had changed his clothes, a new pearl coat and peach tights, changed the color of his blush, and repainted his eyeliner.All in all, he was well prepared to share a TV night with Rand, but this woman was like an extremely dissonant note, which made Rogers' prelude not so smooth at the very beginning.

It only takes one look for Rogers to tell that she doesn't belong here.

It can be seen that the woman has actually dressed herself up well, but the overly revealing skirt and the exaggerated and poorly textured cheap jewelry (what is even more unbearable is the terrible cheap perfume), all reveal her status.

A whore, a junkie, a bum... or all three.

No matter from any point of view, she has nothing to do with the supposed residents of this apartment. After all, the rent of this apartment is not cheap (although it is still far from the top high-end apartments) .

Rogers also noticed the woman's scratched stockings and dust on her knees, and some cobwebs still hanging in her hair - she didn't even come in through the gate, presumably because of registration?She had apparently climbed into the building through the ventilation window.

Thinking about the words he heard earlier—the thing that asked Sievers to give money——Rodgers's gaze on "square A" became so cold that this bitch who was on the bottom couldn't help A layer of goosebumps appeared.

But the regrettable thing is that even though she has sensed the invisible fear, "Block A" does not have enough wisdom to silence her. Of course, even if she is really silent, it may not be of any use.

She became increasingly tense with the strange tension.

"...Of course I have something to do here, fuck your business!" She lowered her voice, and quickly and nervously uttered a series of curses mixed with curses and threats to Rogers. At the end, she Looking at Rogers' outfit, he said contemptuously, "Damn shemale, you just need to take care of your own asshole!"

As she finished speaking, Rogers' teeth touched lightly behind his lips.

"Oh, well," he said briskly, raising his eyebrows slightly, and he even took a step back, "Sorry."

"Block A" couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief after seeing his actions, as if the invisible gun pressing against her waist had been removed.She tossed her hair, stretched her neck arrogantly like a proud hen, and walked past Rogers, ready to knock on Rand's door.

Afterwards, she only felt severe pain from the back of her neck...

Rand felt as if he heard something. He put the barbecue for dinner into the oven, ran to the door in a hurry and opened it.

However, there was no one at the door, but Rogers, who was at the opposite door, poked his head out to meet Rand's gaze.

"Rogers? Did something happen just now? I heard..."

"A friend of mine is here temporarily," Rogers smiled apologetically at him, "he has something to give me, and then he has to catch the plane back to San Francisco, and I'll bring a beer to your house later, It won't take long."

Rand nodded in a daze.

"Oh, say hello to your friend for me."

He said.

Naturally, he would not know that beside Rogers who was talking softly to him, behind the door panel, a woman was frantically scratching her throat, her legs were kicking feebly on the ground, her face had already turned purple , eyeballs bloodshot—and yet, Rand’s TV was playing the inherently loud pre-game publicity, plus Munster’s protesting slapping of water in the aquarium… the slight movement wasn’t even into his ears.

Rogers did hear it, the smile on his face didn't change even the slightest, and in his hand, the plastic tie around the woman's neck became tighter and tighter.

After Rogers and Rand closed the door after exchanging greetings, "Box A" was completely quiet.

The woman's body lay there, some hair covering her face, her neck and nails were covered with blood, her eyes were wide open, looking lifelessly at something on the ground.

Rogers kicked her with his toe in displeasure, rubbing the space between his brows in great annoyance.

"Damn... I just bought cream, and I can't fit you in the refrigerator..."

……

An hour later, Rand frowned watching the countdown on TV, he opened the door and knocked on Rogers' door.

"Rodgers? I think the game is about to start, are you sure you want to come today?"

He was a little disappointed, after all, being able to watch the game with friends has always been a small dream of his-it may be difficult for some people to understand, but Rand had never been the sociable type before this.

For this evening he's even made a kebab burger, which would go really well with mustard and beer.

Rogers slammed the door open, and Rand smelled the scent of shower gel on him.

"I'm really sorry, I'm alright...I just spilled my coffee so I had to take a shower and you know I have to take off my make-up before I take a shower which is such a hassle I don't understand why all my friends love it so much Coffee..." He let out a series of complaints.

Rand unconsciously saw Rogers' living room through the gap in the door, and there was an empty coffee cup on the coffee table.

"Your friend has left? It's so quiet I didn't hear anything."

Rand and Rogers said absently.

Rogers laughed: "Oh yeah, I think he's crazy, he's almost late... oh, speaking of that..."

Rogers patted himself on the head suddenly, he rushed back to his home, and then appeared in front of Rand with a large bag of meat that smelled strongly of blood.

"This is?"

Rand involuntarily took two steps back.He stared at the thing in Rogers' hand, and the smell from that thing made him feel like vomiting inexplicably.

"Venison." Rogers said with a smile. "My friend hit a deer while driving. I don't know what he was thinking... Maybe he wanted to play tricks on me. Of course, it may be because he is about to Don't know what to do with that dead deer back in San Francisco...he gave me this disgusting pile anyway."

Rand's face was pale.

"Oh, for god's sake, why did you give me this? You can throw it away if you don't want it."

"Actually, I was going to do this, but I suddenly thought of your little pet." Rogers walked into Rand's house with the bag of meat. "If it has chicken and beef in its recipe, I don't think it will refuse venison."

"No, I think I'd still..."

The game on TV had already started, but Rand didn't notice it at all.He felt anxious for a while, and racked his brains to reject Rogers, but once the latter became strong, he would become the most troublesome person in Rand.

Rand didn't know how to describe the current Rogers—his smile was still so bright and his voice was deep, but he looked like a demon who loved to deceive humans.

You know something is wrong, but you never know how to deny it from happening.

Rogers went to the kitchen, dug out the fork from the drawer, stuck the bloody "venison" on the fork, and then he handed it to Rand.

"Just try it, maybe Munster will like it?"

Rogers lowered his voice, coaxing Rand softly.

Rand looked at Rogers in a daze.

He even had an inexplicable feeling that he had encountered the same thing a long time ago.A strong sense of exhaustion crawled into his brain, and when Rand came back to his senses, he was already standing next to the aquarium.

He reluctantly placed the piece of meat on top of the aquarium, frowning tightly.

"Hey, I really don't think this is very good, and Munster just ate, I don't think he will have an appetite..."

However, his muttering was interrupted by Munster.

The damned little monster rushed straight up with a clatter and devoured the piece of meat in a way Rand had never seen before.

"Look, it likes this."

Rogers blinked and smiled at Rand.