Mermaid Effect

"Oh no……"

Rand couldn't help moaning when he smelled the burnt smell.

His omelet looked like a billion-year-old lump of carbon in the morning sun, and he put down his plate of venison and rushed into the kitchen.The kettle was squealing, and the hot canned soup in the other milk pot was gushing like a fountain through the gap in the lid.

In addition, the phone alarm clock he had set before started screaming on the sofa... accompanied by the dissatisfied "chirp" sound of some little monster.

It was its begging screams that forced Rand to put down the breakfast he was cooking and feed him a whole plate of fresh venison that Rogers had given him.

Munster's appetite is indeed getting bigger and bigger, but at this time Rand has no time to worry about this.

"Damn it."

He mutters, looks at the clock on his phone, abandons a messy breakfast in the kitchen and heads straight to his room, and starts pulling on a t-shirt and jeans. Five minutes later, someone knocked on his door on time.

"Rand, we should go."

Rogers' voice.

About a few days ago, Rogers knocked on Rand's door and asked if he would go with him to a nice private sanctuary in Kansas, and he told Rand he could spend time with a group of furry little guests. a happy day.And Rand, who was worried about the newspaper job that might come soon, agreed to him without hesitation.

Still, it was clear that Rand was in trouble at the start of the day.In the end, he wasted a little time, not even having time to comb his hair, and he followed Rogers out of the house... Of course, he kept ignoring Munster's protests, and the latter became excited when he saw him getting ready to go out , It slapped the wall of the aquarium with its increasingly brightly colored and powerful tail fins, poked its head out of the water and screamed "chirp", the water almost wet the carpet.

"Calm down, Munster, I'll be back soon, and if I find you wet the rug, I swear I won't have any venison to-day."

Rand yelled at Munster in a cold tone.

The little monster sank in frustration after a moment of stupor, and Rand slammed the door hard.

Turning around, he met Rogers' gaze. The light that seemed to have some deep meaning quickly passed Rogers' purple contact lens, but it still made Rand slightly taken aback.

"what happened?"

He couldn't help but say.

Rogers immediately showed that familiar smile to Rand.

"Nothing, just thought it was really smart."

Rand shrugged. "That's probably why it's been such a hassle."

Rogers did not continue the subject with him.

He was, as always, gracious and pleasant, familiar but pleasant—Rand had even ignored his slightly aggressive manner that night.After all, after that, Munster did express his enthusiasm for those "venison" with his own actions.

Knowing Rogers' profession, Rand believed that his behavior that night was indeed a self-confidence born of his profession.

At the animal sanctuary on the corner of a city park, Rogers was greeted warmly by almost everyone, and Rand was sure it wasn't just the buckets of homemade cat and dog food that Rogers had unloaded from his car.

"Actually, it's not compliant in principle."

Rogers dug out the brown particles from the white sealed plastic bucket. He looked at the abandoned dog that was rushing towards him enthusiastically, then turned his head and blinked at Rand.

"I make my own cat and dog food...meat meal, good vitamins, no grains for protein. I have a small farm in the outskirts where I stock up on Some machines are used to process meat that is not in line with human aesthetics but is no different for animals..." He said a series of terms that dazzled Rand, and finally made a summary, "But as a shelter volunteer of the food preparation team , homemade cat and dog food is really against the rules, but they trust me, I mean the people in this animal shelter are very nice people, so I finally registered a trademark and started selling myself Made organic pet food with no additives. It's all done."

Then he pointed to the drooling canines scrambling for food.

"Look, even they know that natural is the tastiest."

Ah, maybe we've been forgetting to reveal Rogers' real identity, an organic pet food seller.

He even gave Rand a business card.

"You can go to my online store to see, the code on this business card can give you a discount."

Rogers winked at him as he spoke.

Rand found he felt better about his friend... though occasionally he couldn't figure out what the fun was in Rogers' jokes.

For example, when he was trying to help Rogers dispense pet food with different grain colors and sizes, he asked what was the difference between these slightly different-looking food.

And Rogers' answer left him almost completely at a loss as to how to respond.

"In fact, they're generally categorized by age, sex, and race of the individuals that provided the meat, the fatter ones for cat food, the bony ones for dog food..."

……

An awkward silence spread between Rand and Rogers, made all the more apparent by the snoring of the dogs.Rand stared at Rogers dumbfounded, and almost jumped up on the spot, but at this moment Rogers covered his mouth and laughed.

"Oh, God, you don't really believe that!"

And it wasn't until this time that Rand realized that he had been tricked, and he laughed with Rogers.

They had been busy all day at the animal shelter, and the kind, silver-haired old lady had registered Rand's phone number—if he had time, he could come over to help walk the dogs and shovel the cats.About the latter Rand wasn't sure he'd like it, but at least it would be more enjoyable than the upcoming trip to deputy editor...Rand thought.

When they returned to the apartment again, Rand and Rogers were stopped by the administrator.

"Mr. Sievers, I'm sorry, but your mailbox is full..."

Rand took out the newspaper from the mailbox and hugged it in his arms in embarrassment.He hadn't managed his mailbox for so long that finally the administrator had to remind him that he'd better take those newspapers and letters back.

Rand couldn't help but feel grateful to Rogers for helping him find the key when opening the door.

"You don't look like the type to leave newspapers and mail in the mailbox."

He couldn't help but said to Rand.

Rand froze a little when he was looking for the key in the bag. He smiled wryly at Rogers but did not directly answer his words.

"Thanks, Rogers, had a great day."

He said.

Although his haute couture clothes are now full of dog and cat hair, there is also a smell that is unique to animal protection stations.

But when he said this, Rand was sincere.

Kansas Daily

2017. 7, 14

The main culprit in the murder of a police officer has been found!

The murder of a police officer that has attracted public attention in recent times has identified suspects.It is reported that the female suspect once worked in a special club in this city, which aroused speculation.A police spokesman declined to say what the personal life of the victim officer had to do with his murder.He mentioned that although the body of the victim police officer has not been found, the police already have enough evidence to arrest the female suspect...

"Onion News"

2017. 7, 21

The "Leather" female killer died of a severe flesh-eating bacteria infection before being convicted. For the officers of the Kansas City Police Department, something that may be good news happened.The female killer of the murder of a police officer at a special club, which has drawn public attention, died today in a special ward of the Central Hospital.According to reliable sources, when the police were chasing Susan Nuo, she had fallen into a severe coma. During the week of rescue, she hadn't remained awake enough to answer the police's questioning.Clearly, where exactly the victim's body is located will continue to be a mystery that haunts everyone...

After opening the door, Rand casually threw the newspaper into the newspaper basket.

Fragments of news flitted past his field of vision, but he paid no attention to it.

The aftereffects of being a librarian still linger on him, such as how he still likes to read the newspapers-even though Caroline ordered him almost all the papers in Kansas, from real news to gossip. tabloid.

The air outside was terribly hot, and the scenery on the horizon was even slightly distorted by the transpiration of the heat.

But the air in the room was cool and cold, and a faint watery smell permeated the dimly lit living room.Returning from the hot outdoors to the cool indoors should be a pleasant thing, but Rand didn't know why he suddenly had a jolt.

A subtle sense of peace was like a small hand tugging at his nerves, and it took him a while to realize—oh, those venisons.

"Hurrah..."

There was a clear sound of splashing water from the direction of the aquarium, and a pair of eyes protruded soundlessly from the edge of the aquarium, and its reflection in the shadows shone like a polished coin.

"Haw..."

"Okay, I see, Munster."

Rand threw his backpack on the sofa, and while comforting the little monster who seemed to be always hungry, he walked to the balcony and drew the curtains.The abundant sunlight instantly brightened the living room, but Munster's cry did not allow Rand to enjoy the light as he hoped.

It stared straight at Rand, screaming more sharply.

"I see—dammit, didn't you just eat when I went out this morning?"

Rand couldn't bear it anymore and yelled back at it.

Next to the aquarium was the plate from which he was fed this morning, a circle of brown blood clotted around the edge of the plate.

Rand walked over, picked up the dish in disgust and put it in the sink. Even though he knew that it was only deer blood, the color and faint smell still made Rand feel uncomfortable. He began to regret not washing the dishes today. Straight out.

But Munster loved the smelly "venison."

Rand thought of the cute little animals he saw at the animal shelter today, each of them was so fluffy and well-behaved—and looking at this...

"I just don't know what I did wrong."

Rand muttered to himself in frustration.

He got close to Munster and reached out and tried to touch Munster's belly as usual, and his forehead... Munster loved this, only when he touched his belly, it would appear slightly So cute.But today is an exception.

The moment Rand got closer to it, its scream became more and more piercing.

Rand noticed that its two newly grown tentacles (longer and slender than before) were completely erect—meaning that its mood was very tense at this time, or irritable.

"Well, what is it this time?!"

Rand threw out his hands and roared at it.

"Haw... chirp..."

Hearing that series of voices, Rand began to wish for the umpteenth time that he could understand what was going on in this little monster's head.

All in all, past experience gave Rand a sense of foreboding.

"...chirp chirp!"

While he was thinking this way, he saw in disbelief that Munster flicked his tail fin and rushed straight out of the aquarium at an unimaginable angle.

A huge impact hit his chest, and Rand inevitably fell to the ground, and on his chest, a damned little monster was writhing triumphantly - just at the moment Just now, it jumped directly from the aquarium to Rand's body.

If Munster was the little fish Rand brought to Kansas in a sports bottle at this time, maybe it wouldn't be a big problem-but it was almost as long as Rand's arm, and it was still Fucked a full circle.

Rand felt as if he had been hit by a torpedo. At that moment, he almost felt that his lungs were about to be squeezed out of his mouth.

It never felt good to be under the weight, and he had stars in his eyes and was paralyzed by the excruciating pain.

And Munster...

Munster didn't realize his power at all.

It opened its mouth full of fine teeth, screaming "chirp" and rubbing it on Rand's face, a blue tongue with a forked top like a lizard flashed between its lips at a fast speed Flashing in and out - licking Rand's face, neck.

A strong smell...fishy smell, or something else, emanated from the sticky slime it secreted momentarily, and it almost did everything it could to rub the smelly slime on Rand body.

Until Rand regained his strength, screamed and jumped up, then pulled out the newspaper and rolled it into a roll, and started chasing it like chasing an extremely giant cockroach.

That scene was a nightmare within a nightmare. (Especially for Rand, he felt like he was being drenched in glue, and the slime gave off a strong fishy smell and that weird smell)

Munster is more dexterous than it was before, and its movements are so fast, even in its much larger size.It circled the chair legs and the table as best it could, trying to escape Rand's newspaper—and finally managed to get under the sofa.

This was its first mistake today. It slightly overestimated its abdominal circumference... It got stuck under the sofa, and more than half of its body was exposed.

Rand threw away the newspaper, walked over slowly, and pulled out the little monster that started to whine little by little.

Then Rand noticed the slightest strangeness in its body.

"Oh, what is this?"

He squinted at Munster's belly.

In the part of Munster that should have been the ventral fin, two blue and white hind paws that resemble lizard legs are habitually crawling in the void.

Rand finally understood the reason why Munster moved so quickly this time—it had grown two hind legs.

oh shit-

Rand heard a voice moan weakly in his heart.

At least now he can be sure that Munster doesn't seem to be a fish anymore.