Mermaid Effect

Two men stopped in front of Rand Sievers' apartment.

They wear blue overalls, with the logo of the housekeeping company they belong to in large yellow letters on the back, which makes the yellow suitcases in their hands less conspicuous—although real housekeeping workers, Never need the anti-static box of the AK-1000 model.

They looked at each other habitually before inserting the key into the lock, neither seeing any nervousness on the other's face.They were actually very relaxed, after all, they had studied Rand Sievers' file word by word before arriving.

A mediocre and ordinary man, nothing more.

The installation of wiretapping and monitoring equipment in his apartment did make this group of experienced people unable to tense their nerves.In one of their built-in headphones, someone is giggling and asking how the pizza tastes.If you looked down from Rand's balcony, you could see the plain van parked on the side of the road, and it was from that vehicle that the inquiry came.

The key slides to the right with a smooth "click".

They opened that door more easily than ever before.

Then the smiling face of the man with bright strawberry hair emerged from the shadow behind the door like a ghost.

The men froze for a moment.

Their pupils enlarged in an instant, and their breathing became short of breath—because of the icy breath emanating from the man.But soon they recognized Rogers, and they relaxed again. After all, the information that was placed on their desks not long ago was passed by the person in front of them.

"Hey man, we got some stuff to do."

The man holding the yellow box said to Rogers, using a subtly alienated working tone.

They didn't raise any questions about Rogers' presence at Rand's apartment, since he was the one in charge after all.Soon they'll have it all over with, they're convinced.The other person pressed his earphone with his hand, and absently replied to the inquiries of his colleagues in the surveillance car.

"Chicken with mushrooms and double cheese."

He ordered in a low voice, already looking forward to his own dinner.

The curvature of Rogers' mouth is deepening.

He nodded to the man in front of him, and spoke to them in a soft tone.

"That's nice, I just happen to have something to do."

Then he stretched out his hand, and at his fingertips some extremely thin polymer threads shimmered like spider silk.

He deftly wrapped the thread around one of the men's necks, so quickly that he even had time to wink at the unidentified man who was staring at him.

He got new eyelashes today, with gorgeous black feathers glued to the ends of his eyes.

Then Rogers pulled hard on the silk thread.

On the man's neck, it was as if God's hand drew a thin and uniform red line, and then the red line began to thicken...

Blood flowed out.

The man fell to the ground without making a sound.

"bump--"

The yellow anti-static box fell to the ground almost at the same time as the corpse.

At this moment, the companion of the corpse finally realized that something was wrong, he dropped the box in panic and stepped back.

Yet Rogers grabbed his hair so easily.

"I'm just a device guy..."

He was just an equipment guy, and he tried to make the point, but Rogers just smiled.

The prosthetic limb produced by Shenbai Company was very dexterous and powerful, and it easily forced the man's head back.Rogers quickly slashed open the man's windpipe and arteries with a thin blade hidden inside his fingernail.

He also fell down, and the blood gushed out, splashing some small jets of blood on the walls of the corridor.

He struggled on the spot for a while before he was completely freed.

Leaning against the wall, Rogers took the vanity mirror out of his bag and touched up his makeup, then re-polished his nails.

As the sound of blood spurting from the arteries faded away, the hallway was silent again.

In the ears of the dead, the earphones were still buzzing.

"...they say they don't have chicken and mushrooms anymore! Damn Kansas...I think we could get another one...How about a burrito? Hey, talk, man, why didn't I know you were so quiet at work, man?"

Rogers sighed.

He pried out the earphones with a knife, listened to the increasingly panicked whispers inside, and crushed those small and delicate instruments with all his might.

Then he raised his head, looked at the blood-soaked corridor, and patted his head in frustration as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Damn, forgot to change the carpet..."

Cursing his bad memory secretly, he dragged the corpses into his door.

In the bathroom, he performed some preliminary treatment on the two corpses. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and then he heard the phone buzzing on the sink.

"Rodgers—"

"Hi Caroline, how was your day?"

He was sitting loosely on the toilet, his knee resting on a hand protruding from the bathtub.

"...I sent some people to Kansas today, but they told me that they all suddenly lost contact..."

Caroline was silent for a while before speaking.

Rogers yawned visibly on the phone.

"Oh, if you mean the suspects, I've got rid of them."

He said.

Caroline's voice still seemed calm and cold to an outsider, but the subtle tremors in her voice had begun to reveal her emotions.

"They're not suspicious, I never thought of really hurting Rand..."

"In fact, Caroline, I just did what the contract required me to do... I will deal with all those who may cause Rand's life safety problems. Come on, I will kill one, come on Two, I'll kill two, and so on," said Rogers lightly, tucking the phone between his shoulder and ear, and began using special tweezers to remove the nails from the still-soft human hand. Pulling it off, "Ah, speaking of it this way, I think my contract seems a little unreasonable. If you have time, can we discuss the contract again? Regarding the murder issue, I hope there will be a piece fee. "

"They acted according to my orders. Those two people in the early morning were only there for some special situations. You don't have the right to take this level of precaution..."

Caroline's voice grew uncontrollably.In the early hours of this morning when she gave instructions to control Rand, two of the best agents she could find were ordered to infiltrate Rand's apartment - and then, mysteriously disappeared.

And this "disappearance" is also the meaning of "death" in another sense.Caroline immediately thought of Rogers, he was the only one beside Rand who had the ability to silently eliminate those two agents.

At that moment, she must admit, she panicked...She didn't give Rogers instructions, and yet he killed the two without any hesitation.To be on the safe side, Caroline gave up controlling Rand's body, and she chose a more gentle way, installing a surveillance system in his room...

But she really didn't expect that Rogers even wiped out the equipment installers.

This made Caroline feel out of breath, almost unable to control her own calm.

Rogers had to free his hand to take the phone farther away.

Then he brought his mouth closer to the phone and interrupted Caroline's nonsense.

"I think you got one thing wrong." He stared at the pattern of the two-tailed mermaid on his arm as he spoke, "I was hired by Vincent Sievers, and you are just a... It's just a microphone... so please don't talk to me in that ridiculous tone, Caroline, it makes me feel a little unhappy. I don't know what the hell you want, those people, if I'm right, are commercial The mercenaries? And those monitors... I sincerely suggest that you stop trying to torture me with these amateur methods, after all, the commission is not cheap, isn't it? I also occasionally have a headache about the cleanliness of the apartment..."

Like a girl discussing gossip with her girlfriends, Rogers hit Caroline quickly with a sweet tone.

"You're just a killer..."

The shock in Caroline's tone intensified.

Rogers' hand trembled slightly, and a piece of nail fell from the tweezers.

Moments later, the strawberry-haired killer showed a nostalgic look in the bathroom that Caroline couldn't see.

"I am a competent killer, although everything I do now is to ensure the safety of Rand Sievers-after all, I have this obligation."

Caroline seemed to want to say something more, but Rogers had already hung up the phone one step earlier.

He quickly processed part of the bodies of the two people, and a new idea came to his mind.

He came to the door with a bucket in hand. The team behind him had already cleaned up the horrific murder scene. The carpet had been replaced, the walls had been painted, and there were chemicals in the air. The stink, but Rogers knew that soon even that would be gone.

He looked at Rand's apartment and smiled, pushed open the door, and walked in.

"Whoa..."

Munster turned around in the aquarium and slowly floated out from the bottom of the water.

It lay on the edge of the aquarium, motionless looking at Rogers who was parked in front of the aquarium.

"'Two people,'" Rogers said, smiling at it, "Caroline said she sent two people over, but the strange thing is, I actually only met one—and he was going crazy with fright .”

He put the bucket on the table, and the strong smell emanating from the bucket made Munster's tail flick slightly.

"The question now, then, is, where is the remaining man?"

Rogers said as he fished out the contents of the bucket.

A completely stripped human face, two ears, and a heart with bright red blood.

He twisted the sides of the man's face with both hands and shook at Munster.

"do you know him?"

He said the voice sounded like a gentle male childcare worker at a nursery school.

……

Munster's mouth grinned sideways, revealing his white teeth.

It looked like a beast that could not understand any words at all.

However, Rogers seemed more satisfied.

"Well, I don't think you'll pay attention to that either."

He said.

Before the "tongue" could pop out of Munster's mouth, he threw the face, ear and chopped heart into the aquarium.

Munster's movements were unimaginably fast, it suddenly dived into the bottom of the water, its blue tongue sprang out like a sea snake, caught those pieces of meat, and stuffed them into its mouth.

After Rogers saw the blue tongue, his eyes became sharper.

There was a look of ecstasy on his face that was more insane than ever.

"Oh, I should have thought of it earlier... Sure enough, you are also that thing."

On his prosthetic limb, the symbol of the two-tailed mermaid shimmers...

At the same time, in another place dozens of kilometers away from him, Rand Sievers, the main character in his conversation with Caroline, was facing another dilemma.

Almost an hour had passed since that Ronaway showed strange behavior in front of Rand.

And this obvious accident also brought this farce-like visit and study session to an early end.Rand and the frightened boy were placed in the reception room of the asylum.

The reception room can be regarded as comfortable. On the wall, there is a comparison between the cats and dogs that have been adopted and what they used to be. A slogan is hung behind the desk - I just want a home.

It can be seen that the slogan is written from the perspective of animals, but it is a bit ridiculous from the perspective of normal people.

The cheap coffee was steaming on the coffee table, and Rand was leaning back on the defunct sectional sofa, with the boy on the other side.

His hands were still trembling, and his face was as white as a piece of paper, but he tried hard to hide this.

"That dog will die," he said to Rand, with a fierce and weak expression. "It must die. They will kill it. That mad dog attacked a person."

Rand gave him a disgusted look, and he was clearly unaware of what Rand really thought of him.

"So, how did you do it?" He trembled and tried to talk, "Is it some kind of trick? Or some kind of supernatural power?"

"The dog was just being given a rare stress response."

Rand said flatly.

Others were actually full of doubts about this question, and it was obvious that no one would think that Rand had the aura to scare the dog until it entered the cage and continued to pee.Some people said that it was probably sick, or had some kind of unexplainable stress reaction.

Rand adopts the latter argument.

He didn't want to dwell on it any longer - because even he didn't know why.

However, after this incident, everyone in the shelter looked at him with a trace of inquiry.This reminded Rand of those people looking at him the same way when he was brought back by Vincent—self-righteous secret, but in fact it was so obvious that it was almost undisguised.

He loathed it immensely.

His trip to the shelter was made even more agonizing by his stomach pains and headaches.

Just when he could no longer stand the boy, the reception room was opened.

A staff member approached Rand with a gracious smile.

"Mr. Sievers, do you feel better now?" He said, taking a step to the side, revealing the person behind him, "Let me introduce, this is Claudil's father, he I am very grateful that you stepped forward to save Clodir at that time, and he insisted on apologizing to you in person..."

Rand didn't listen to the staff member, because he felt the gaze cast on him by the boy's father—the gaze was so weird and sharp, it was like a blade soaked in venom, scorching and crazy It's as if it has substance.

"Uh... hello?"

Rand frowned. He looked at the man in confusion, unable to understand where the hatred in that gaze came from.

"It's you," the man stared blankly at Rand for a while, then suddenly pushed the staff member away with a contorted expression, "It's you the fuck! Rand Sievers—you devil !"

He rushed over, and before everyone had time to react, his hands were already stuck on Rand's neck.

The muscles in his face were convulsed with contortion.

Rand could even see his own shocked and bewildered face in his bloodshot eyes, and the man's snarl exploded like thunder in his ears—

"How dare you appear in this world! I will never forget the things you did, you living devil..."

As he spoke, he began to speak incoherently, and a lot of tears rolled out of his eyes.

The scene was chaotic.

Rand's vision was blurred from lack of oxygen, but the voice of the broken man was always clear.

"Haven't you seen enough? When I was cut open, you were fucking watching! You just watched like that..."