Mermaid Effect

four hours ago-

美国

new York

port hempstead

Raisha Andrivna Pushina was roughly pushed to the ground.

A large scar was wiped on her face on the rough concrete floor, and the burning pain seemed to be burning into her brain.Tears welled up in her eyes because of the pain, and a cold gun barrel hit her intact face.

"Be a good girl."

Russian with a heavy accent rang in her ears, accompanied by rough and slurred laughter.

A crumpled suit was thrown on the floor, Raisha tried to curl up tremblingly, she heard the sound of the zipper being unzipped...

A man leaned over, and he pulled the rough uniform on Laisha's body. The strong smell of vodka and the strong smell of yogurt on the man's body reached Laisha's nasal cavity.

It looked like they had just enjoyed a nice meal.

Raisha felt as if there was another soul in her body. She looked at this terrible scene indifferently, and said rambling words in her head.

The place they are in is a dead corner of the port. Cement barrels are placed next to several huge rusty containers. Dirty sea water is beating against the dilapidated pier. A few Russians in ill-fitting suits are stirring the ground. Concrete - Laisha knew that after a while, she and her uncle's family would be cut into pieces and mixed with the concrete to fill the cement cylinder, and then thrown into the salty sea water middle.

With luck, her wreck might be found next year when the weather is warm... but no one really cares where she came from or where she went.

Tears began to well up in her eyes, this time from extreme fear and mourning.

Raisha regrets more than ever that she shouldn't have smuggled here - she thought there would be what she wanted here, the world portrayed by Hollywood movies and TV dramas: handsome men, like sapphires The swimming pool, the luxurious life...

However, the real reality is that the only thing she can do in the United States is to curl up in the cloakroom that her uncle vacated for her. She is only 15 years old, her blond hair is as bright as the sun in May, and her skin is as fair as freshly squeezed milk... But She still has to spend fourteen hours a day in the back of a dry cleaner steaming expensive clothes that she can never afford in her lifetime.

But in just two months, her fingers were almost rotten, and her eyes were covered with burns from the steam.But the worst thing is that she tried to escape and was found out. The worst thing is that she has no idea that the uncle who took her actually owes a lot of money to the Russian gangsters - and at the same time, in order to escape this terrible Debt, he'd been an informant for some careless NYPD sheriff.

This is probably the stupidest decision he has ever made, because he made a big hole in his head, and Raisha's aunt was dragged to the back of the container just now, and she heard her at the beginning The screams—Raisha once cursed that mean and stingy woman when she was so smoked that the flesh on her fingers fell off, but when she heard that cry, for the first time she sincerely She began to pray to Our Lady to save her.

Then even the scream gradually weakened.

Raisha was left at the end. The 15-year-old girl with her immature beauty just catered to the hobby of a small leader in this organization.

She didn't want to recall what happened next.

What is certain is that when the boss withdrew from her body, she clearly felt her lower body was completely soaked in her own blood, and they tied her hands and calves together to facilitate the process. She suffered horrific abuse, and now her shoulder was dislocated and the pain nearly made her pass out.

"...who else isn't here yet? We need to hurry up, my mom wants me to come over to her house for dinner tonight...well, last 15 minutes, hurry up."

Raisha heard someone talking beside her.

In the extreme pain, the fear caused by guns and violence faded from her body like the ebbing sea water, and was replaced by deep-seated anger and despair.

When more people gathered around, she bit down hard on the thing stretched out of her mouth.

Because of this little resistance, Raisha was forcibly removed her chin, and the demons wrapped in human form started to treat her in a more horrific way out of anger...

"... Merciful Virgin Mary... deliver me from all dangers, save my soul. I place all my hopes in you, O Mother of God, protect me under your I beg you to have mercy... who will save me... save me..."

Raisha felt those cold and rough foreign bodies ravaging her body, and her face was almost devoid of a piece of flesh due to the constant friction on the ground.

In tears and blood, she prayed to the illusory god with her most desperate and pious heart.

Her voice was broken, but it was still heard.

"That's the funniest thing I've ever heard, hey Ivanov, don't you hold your crotch? Did you hear that? This girl is praying, she seems to think there is someone else who can save her ..."

Sneering, the young Russian drew the pole from between her legs, he said, laughing at his friend.

But that person didn't respond to him immediately. He was standing on the edge of the pier, looking at the brown water of Hempstead Harbor with a strange expression.

"Ivanov? What are you looking at?"

The young man walked towards him, and he stood beside him.

"that place……"

Ivanov pointed to the water in the distance, "I feel like there is something..."

The young man twitched his lips and patted Ivanov on the shoulder without paying attention.

"I just don't know what you're talking about. The boss asked us to solve the problem in 15 minutes. You must know that what we have to do later is hard work. You'd better enjoy it more..."

He continued talking, but a gust of wind with fine mist made him stop suddenly.

He turned his head in shock and looked at the direction Ivanov was staring at just now, and he finally understood why the other party said there was something there——

An obvious water trail was rushing towards them at a terrifying speed, the waves were lifted high, and even the wind carried a salty and fishy smell.

"What the hell is this..."

He pulled Ivanov back, but it seemed that in the blink of an eye, the water mark had come to the edge of the pier along with the huge waves.

"Whoa-"

A huge wave came up.

Ivanov and his companions took their arms off their heads, their clothes completely soaked and their faces covered with sea water.

"damn it!"

Ivanov wiped the water off his face with a curse, he opened his eyes, and saw the thing on the concrete floor of the pier...

"This, what is this..."

Almost everyone couldn't help but take a step back when they saw that thing.

It looked like a rotting whale carcass, or something crawled out of a B-grade monster movie.

Its body is very large, the part hanging on the ground alone is two meters long, and it even has a tail submerged in sea water.The part on the ground is covered with body segments one by one like a centipede that has been magnified countless times. On both sides of the body segment are countless symmetrically distributed cloth feet. The part that looks like the head is covered with body segments. A circle of tentacles-like things shrunk and covered, and where the seams between the carapace and the tentacles were separated, four bright red eyeballs rolled around.

"Oh, it seems that I have disturbed you."

What makes people feel creepy is that the opening and closing of the monster actually uttered a sentence in English with a somewhat strange voice.

……

"Shoot! Shoot!"

After a brief pause of a few seconds, all the gangsters subconsciously screamed and shot at the obviously non-human monster.Empty bullet casings fell continuously on the wet ground, and from time to time, sparks could be seen breaking apart the dark brown carapace of the monster.

No one knows how long the shooting lasted... For all those present, the time before all the bullets were fired was so long that it almost occupied their entire lives.

The monster slowly curled up under the continuous fire attack, its feet retracted into the carapace, and its tail was pulled out of the water and formed into a circle.

After the gun rang "Katakata" for a long time, the other people present slowly put down the guns in their hands.

The monster was slowly slumping down like a deflated balloon in their sight.

"It, is it dead?"

Someone asked in Ivanov's ear.

"I don't know...it looks like it's dead..."

……

They hesitated for a long time beside the "corpse" of the monster, and finally they sent an unlucky guy to take a closer look at the monster's condition.

Well, that unlucky guy is none other than Ivanov.

He tremblingly walked towards it, then lowered his head, and tremblingly placed his hands on the monster's skin—the carapace, which seemed extremely hard just now, felt sticky and soft to the touch, as if The rotting flesh of an animal long after it has died.

"Hey, Ivanov, is it dead at all?"

The others watched the unlucky Russian standing half-squatted in front of the monster. His body seemed to be frozen, motionless.

"Ivanov?!"

But after a long time, he still didn't respond to the shouts of his companions.

The other two members of the gang exchanged glances with each other. They searched for the last few bullets and put them in their magazines with serious expressions, then walked towards it step by step.

"Squeak-"

A pale hand was torn from Ivanov's body the moment they approached.

It then plunged straight into the skulls of the other two.

"Help, help—"

Seeing this terrifying scene, someone screamed and stepped back in an attempt to escape, but they didn't notice at all that around this small pier, countless thin light blue tentacles were slowly floating in the air...

One person, two people, three people, four people...

It didn't take long for the tentacles to be pulled out from the bodies of those humans, and they were retracted back into the bodies bit by bit.

Someone walked slowly past the shriveled corpses.

He bent down, stripped an expensive coat and leather shoes from one of the corpses and put them on himself. He even took off the brand-new watch from the wrist of the little Russian leader and put it on his wrist.

The sun shines a little golden light from the edge of a dark cloud, just like an "angel's gate" and coincidentally hit the man's body.

His appearance was as pale as marble without any blood color, and the long silver hair hung behind him looked so light and soft, floating in mid-air as if alive.He has a dreamlike facial contour, and he can even be said to be extremely handsome-if you ignore the four bright red eyes on his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you," he looked at the corpse on the ground without guilt, tilted his head and thought for a while, like a giant anaconda in the Amazon, his jaws opened in an incredible way , and then swallowed those shriveled flesh one by one, "Actually, I'm busy sending a gift to one of my friends..."

He muttered apologetically to the corpses.

Just now he dived into the bottom of the water - directly cutting into the cables set up here by the New York City Power Authority. He made some small adjustments and used the electromagnetic pulse effect to disguise a mental regression point.

If there is no accident, those confused humans will soon set this place as a key investigation area.

It is precisely because of this that he really doesn't have much time to deal with this group of primates who are prone to turmoil and are very fragile.

He ate quickly, and then looked at his clothes with satisfaction, some hair fell automatically on his forehead, covering his extra eyes.

He looks handsome and charismatic now, like a real human being.Then he took a step forward, humming a song briskly, and was about to leave here...but his ankle was grabbed by a wet hand.

In the pool of stinking blood, a young girl who had to be very reluctant to see the human form rolled her eyes and stared at him.

"...you...are...the angel...that came to save me..."

She struggled to force a sound out of her throat.

He shook his head.

"I don't think I'm the same person you're thinking of—in fact, I don't have a name. You can call me 'Prince' if you like."

He smiled at Raisha and said.

However, the dying girl was completely unable to truly understand everything around her.

In her blurred world, the 'Prince''s white hair danced slowly in the air like the wings of a real angel.

Tears of joy welled up from her eyes.

"Mother of Mercy... Thank you... Thank you for willing to send an angel to fetch me... Thank you for accepting me..."

She whimpered and leaned on the 'Prince''s instep.

The strength of the dying man was beyond the imagination of the 'Prince'. He watched Raisha's prayer and thanks before dying with great interest.It's hard to imagine that after encountering such a terrible thing, the girl's face was covered with a happy smile at this moment—and the reason why this smile appeared was only because of her hallucination.

The 'Prince' is baffled by the strange nature of humans.

In fact, as long as he wanted, he could easily break free from Raisha's grasp, but he didn't do that.

He bent down, held Laisha in his arms and observed carefully.

She is dying.

The 'Prince' mischievously watched the charming look in Raisha's eyes gradually fade away, and he bent down and gently kissed her lips.

If there was any living person beside them at this time, they would probably find this scene beautiful and moving.

A man who looks like a holy spirit and a disabled woman who is dying, and a gentle kiss.

Of course, the truth of the matter is far from this - in the mouth of the 'Prince', a blueish tentacle is sliding down Laisha's esophagus, sliding down...

Then it was like a seed with countless branches, piercing the girl's original internal organs bit by bit, and then building another part in her body.

The 'Prince' raised his head, and he put Raisha's body on the ground.

one second,

two seconds,

Three seconds

……

The blond girl who had stopped breathing suddenly opened her eyes.