Mermaid Effect

Rand has always felt that maybe Vincent has some kind of nervous disorder—even though Rand is the one who suffers from anorexia nervosa, but from a spiritual perspective, Vincent seems to be the one who has the problem.

Vincent had done this before, he would wake up one night and start to panic for no apparent reason.It seems that as long as Rand is out of his sight, Rand, a man who has lived independently for nearly 30 years, will suffer some kind of accident like an unattended toddler, and at this time Vincent will send his own people , bodyguards, or mercenaries, brought Rand before him.

"I just want to make sure you're okay."

Vincent would repeat this over and over to an angry Rand.

Rand thought those people would take him back to Vincent's big house in the capital.But this night returning from the Blue Moon Coast was destined to be different from the past. The people sent by Vincent actually put him directly in a place he was familiar with.

The helicopter landed in the parking lot of the tenement he was renting.This time Rand didn't ask why there wasn't even a car in the parking lot.

Two bodyguards, one of whom Rand saw a Marine dog tag on his wrist, sent Rand back to his apartment.

When leaving Vincent, Rand received a large sum of money, but out of some indescribable disgust, Rand did not intend to use Vincent's money.So all he had left was his little savings.This downtown apartment, despite its close proximity to a parking lot and subway, was the best he could afford—even though it had only one room, kitchen (referring to a used espresso machine and a Alcohol stove that is completely out of use) is located in the cupboard, next to the wardrobe, and there is a bathroom that is so small that even the cat can't turn around.

Rand actually thought the house was nice, but when he opened the door and saw Vincent, he still felt embarrassed inevitably.

In appearance, Vincent is not similar to Rand.

In a sense, Vincent's appearance even has a sense of horror beyond human nature.His facial features are almost impeccable, but his skin is as pale as death, his hair is white, and his eyelashes are also white, only his iris and pupils are blood red.

That's right, Vincent is a person with severe albinism. When this unusual appearance is combined with his elusive personality, it forms a... brother who makes Rand feel extremely uncomfortable.

Rand found it difficult to define his position on Vinson.

Vincent was sitting on Rand's bed at this time, with a bottle of [-] Romanée-Conti red wine in hand, no red wine glass, Vincent used Rand's coffee cup, and the damn cup was still printed The cheap supermarket logo, that was a giveaway.

After hearing the noise, Vincent raised his head, staring at the stiff Rand with red eyes.

"Rand."

He called Rand's name, stood up and approached him.

He reached out and stroked Rand's face the way a six-year-old would caress, checking everything about Rand.

Rand took a deep breath, and that familiar feeling returned, nausea mixed with horror, and tiny goosebumps rose on his back.

But his past experience with Wen Sen forced him to endure Wen Sen's "inspection".

"I'm fine, Vincent, there's nothing wrong, I swear."

He carefully avoided Vincent in an imperceptible way, but, God knows how Vincent knew, he grabbed Rand's hand with precision.

"You are hurt."

He said.

Rand felt his nerves tense immediately, and he quickly pulled away his hand.

"Just accidentally...I..."

"But you're hurt, Rand, and you promised you'd take care of yourself, but you didn't."

Vincent forcibly pulled Rand's hand over, and opened Rand's fist finger by finger.

The wound wasn't serious, it was just some superficial scratches, but Vincent stared at it as if Rand had half of his head blown off by a bullet.

"It's just a small wound. Yes, I, I was a little careless, but it's really nothing..."

Rand stammered in an attempt to ease Vincent's tension, but he stopped abruptly before he could finish his sentence.

Because Vincent lowered his head unexpectedly and stuck out his tongue to lick his palm.

"You fucking—"

Rand jumped up uncontrollably, he screamed and took two steps back before calming down.

Vincent stood there staggeringly, biting his lip nervously.

"I'm sorry, Rand, I'm sorry. I just saw you hurt."

He repeated, then stepped back, sat on the bed, and filled his mouth with the wine bottle.

He seemed to have calmed down a bit.

Rand opened his mouth, he wanted to say something but in the end he found that he couldn't say anything.

Yes, here we go again.

He heard a voice in his head talking.

This isn't the first time...and Rand's anorexia nervosa has had a lot to do with this sort of thing.

Vincent's mental state has been worrying (of course, the entire Sievers family has suffered from mental illness), and occasionally outbursts of unbearable behavior during agitation.For example, licking Rand's blood, biting his fingers...

Rand was almost driven crazy by him, until Sievers' family doctor, the kind old man, told him that Vincent suffered a mental blow when he was young, which led to some of his behavioral disorders, and he reluctantly tolerated Vincent. out of control.

After all, Vincent will always return to normal and apologize in a very short time, and this time is the only time Rand can negotiate with him-using Vincent's gaffe as a bargaining chip.

"So, why are you here?"

Rand chose a corner farthest from Vincent, forced himself to seem unaware of the other party's previous loss of control, and tried to ask questions in a calm tone.

"Come to pick you up."

Vinson said.

"Vincent, I thought we had already talked about this matter..." Rand frowned and said, he felt that Vincent's anxiety had flared up again, and he wanted to take him back as usual.

"I bought the National News," Vincent interrupted him. He raised his head, and his blood-red eyes fell motionlessly on Rand. "They are more suitable for you than Denihei, and they are more professional..."

"Wait, what did you say?"

Rand stared at Vincent dumbfounded, a strong bad premonition emerged in his heart.

"I bought The National Information," Vinson said, as if buying a paper with the top three circulations wasn't such a big deal. "They're headquartered in Kansas, and I got you an apartment there. You just need to live in it, I know you don't like to be noticed, I didn't disclose our relationship, you can go in as an associate editor, no one will tell you what to do, I promise."

He looked around Rand's apartment and continued: "The furniture in the apartment has been furnished. I wanted to ask you if you need to pack the furniture you prepared, but... I don't think you will."

Rand stared at him with a livid face: "What made you think I would need these? I just got here, settled down, and I haven't started anything yet... Besides, why do you always decide on me without discussing anything? everything of?"

Another routine quarrel, Rand looked at Vincent, his intense boredom almost made him completely unable to control his emotions.

Vincent listened to all his words in silence, then raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"The plane is about to take off. Do you need Chinese-style dim sum as an airplane meal? It will take a while to get to Kansas."

"Vinson Sievers! I'm not going, I'm done! God, why can't you let me live my own life? I'm not your toy!"

"I never thought of you as a toy, Rand. You're my brother, and I just want to make sure you're okay."

"What do you mean by 'making sure I'm okay'? You're taking me to Kansas just because I cut my hand at the beach?"

"I said, I just want to make sure you are in a completely safe environment."

Vincent faced Rand with a tough tone.

"And this is no longer the right place."

He turned on his portable computer and clicked on the news.

On the shaking screen, only the obvious yellow prohibition tape of "danger and blockade" and various lights flashing not far away can be seen.

The young female reporter asked questions in front of the camera in confusion. Even she didn't know why the Blue Moon Coast was suddenly blocked... A few minutes later, the camera image shook violently, accompanied by the reporter's screams.

Some government personnel who could not see the department snatched the camera and finally turned it off.

……

Rand was silent.

He looked at the news that had finished broadcasting, and looked up at Vincent.

"So... was there an accident?"

"Chemical raw materials leaked."

Vincent said, sincerely, as if there was nothing false about the answers he gave.