Mermaid Effect

"..."

Rand is speechless

After a while, he stammered and said: "Yes, but this doesn't mean anything...I mean, there will be someone to deal with those things, right? In any place...I mean , no matter where...I may encounter such a thing...maybe a plane crash, maybe a nuclear power plant leak...you can't always ask me to move because of this kind of thing..."

Without realizing it, his tone became weaker.After all, Rand had never been one to argue.

He clearly knew that Wen Sen's actions were wrong, but when the other party presented evidence, his language was so poor that he could not refute it at all.

It's just a leak of chemical raw materials...

He thought, and today he stayed there all afternoon, maybe he cut his hand, but he came back safely, even if Vincent didn't send the damn helicopter and mercenaries to pick him up He can also get home safely.However, these are all weak and pale in front of Vincent's nervousness. This man called "brother" obviously has a thinking mode that normal people cannot understand. In Rand's view, perhaps only the mother with postpartum depression They can relate to Vincent.

"There is a risk that the water will be polluted."

Vincent said, he raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Rand with that intense worry, his voice was mechanical, and he seemed even more nervous.

The silver moonlight shone in from the only window in the room, casting on Vincent's white hair and cheeks, and now he was like a white ghost shadow.

"I'm worried about you, Rand, I'm very, very worried about you...I lost you once, I won't make a second mistake..."

He kept repeating this sentence.

Rand felt a heavy feeling in his stomach, as if someone was pulling at his internal organs.He sighed deeply, walked forward and sat next to Vincent.

He reached out and hugged Vincent, feeling the trembling of the other's shoulders under his palm.

"It's over, I'm back, I'm back, so you don't have to worry." He said to Vincent, "I know that thing hurt you, but, Vincent, look at me..."

He met Vincent's red eyes.

The distance was such that he could almost see his reflection in Vincent's eyes.

"Look at me, Vincent, I'm not a kid anymore, I can protect myself."

Vincent's eyes dimmed, and he grabbed Rand's arm, looking anxious and nervous.

"No, Rand, you have to go to Kansas, you have to stay away from water..."

"Okay, okay!" Rand had to raise his hands in frustration to express his surrender, "I'm going to Kansas, but we have to agree on one thing, I'm going to Kansas, you give up your surveillance on me."

"It never occurred to me to spy on you."

"Well, you never spied on me, you just watched me... in every way... Vincent, I can't stand this, you know."

Rand said helplessly.

Vincent's agitation became more obvious, and he tangled with Rand for a while... Rand began to thank his time as a librarian and the patience and self-control he had trained in dealing with the group of old ladies.

He finally convinced Vincent.

"Well, Kansas is Kansas. You better swear to God that you really won't spy on me, or watch me, or stalk me...you know what I mean."

Rand said to Vincent.He still couldn't trust Vincent's promise, but he knew that Vincent was a devout religious lover, and he had seen Vincent's prayer room during the time he was with Vincent.He could only hope that Vincent's religious beliefs would outweigh his paranoia.

Vincent showed a hurt expression.

"I don't need to swear if it's to you," he said. "I'll do it."

Rand pulled his lips, and Vincent's gaze once again made his hair stand on end. He didn't even dare to turn around and pack his things—of course, there was nothing to pack.

The next thing became much easier. Rand directly carried his interview bag and boarded the private jet that Vincent had prepared for him. This journey was even faster than Rand imagined, so fast that he A faint doubt arose: Vincent's fear of the so-called leak of chemical raw materials seemed a little unreasonable. He was simply crazy to keep Rand away from the Blue Moon Coast as much as possible...

And Kansas is right in the middle of the United States, away from the coast.

Rand couldn't help but looked up at Vincent, just a glance, Vincent, who had closed his eyes tightly before, opened them almost instantly.

"Rand, what do you need?"

"No, nothing is needed."

Rand looked away stiffly.

Considering that Wen Sen's mental state has not been very reassuring, perhaps this kind of violent reaction is normal.Rand quickly dispelled this doubt.

The apartment Vincent had prepared for him was located at the top of a building, and to Rand's relief, everything was fine in this apartment.The so-called normal refers to - there is no luxurious decoration, not a luxurious manor, and there is no coquettish bunny girl in his bed ready to accompany him.Rand looked around the entire room. The gray carpet and walls were obviously new, and the furniture looked very comfortable (Rand refused to imagine the price of these furniture). There are few downsides.

Rand didn't know who gave Vincent the idea, but he sincerely thanked that person for letting Vincent finally learn to choose an apartment suitable for normal people to live in.

"I like it very much, thank you, Vincent."

He turned around and said to Vincent.

Vincent looked very excited and happy, and his state even made Rand couldn't help but reflect on whether he was being too harsh on him.

Vincent leaned over and kissed Rand's temple.Rand's body trembled, but he didn't avoid it in the end.

He had seen the videotape of himself and Vincent when they were young, in which the six-year-old Vincent kissed Rand, who was still a baby, with a smile and the laughter of his parents.

"As long as you like it, Rand, I just hope you are well..."

He seemed to want to say something, but another person, perhaps his secretary, stepped forward with a serious expression and handed him a phone.

Vincent's face became very ugly after answering the call, his eyes seemed to become redder than before, a ghostly light flickered in his eyes, but he suppressed it after a while.

Even so, Rand still couldn't help fighting a cold war.

The news from the secretary must be a very tricky business, Rand knew.Otherwise, Vincent would never have to leave in a hurry like now. His obsession with Rand will always be scary.However, Rand found that he still felt an uncontrollable sense of relief and joy about Vincent's departure.

"I'm sorry, I think I have to leave...Rand, you promise that you will protect yourself." Before leaving, he asked Rand to reassure him again.

"I promise."

Rand said to him, suppressing his joy.

"I just want you to be well."

Vincent stared deeply at him and said.

……

Watching Vincent leave, Rand rushed back to the apartment as fast as he could, and then closed the door.He leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

He even had the illusion that his whole body was much lighter.

Until this time, he had the strength to breathe freely.

After a short rest, he opened the closet, where clothes for all occasions were neatly placed.Rand looked at the labels, not surprisingly, he found that they were all brands that he could not afford in his previous ten years of work.

Rand couldn't help but loosen the zipper tie he bought at the supermarket - he thought Vincent might faint if he saw something like this.

"Okay, calm down. After all, he has promised you no more surveillance."

Rand muttered to the haggard man in the mirror.A few minutes later, he dragged his heavy body to the living room and picked up his interview bag.

Although there is nothing there, but I still need to tidy up deliberately. Thinking of this, Landa opened the zipper...

"Oh, hell!"

He stared at the sports bottle in his bag and couldn't help cursing.

He had completely forgotten about that damned fish!

A fish that has been in a closed environment for most of the night may already be dead.Reluctantly, Rand unscrewed the cap, bracing for the stench of the fish's incipient decay.

but……

"What the hell is this?"

After seeing the contents of the kettle clearly, Rand couldn't help shouting "Damn" for the second time this night.