Mermaid Effect

If nothing else, there will be an extremely bloody scene in Rand's apartment.

Munster's tongue would be inserted straight into Rogers' eye sockets all the way up to his skull, and the sunflower-shaped tentacles at the top of his tongue could easily turn Rogers' brain into a soft paste that would end up like spoiled milk. Gushing from Rogers' nostrils and ears, accompanied by caramel-colored blood.

That would be a great tragedy, and judging from the current situation, it will also be a "destined" tragedy.

However, one voice stopped all this from happening.

"stop--"

Rand screamed at the horrible monster.

He didn't think it would work at all but he yelled anyway, like in all the movies (he swore he really wouldn't laugh at monster movie characters anymore, he used to laugh at their futile yelling —until he found out for himself that there was simply no way to control it).

Including Rogers, his slightly constricted pupils almost came into contact with the sunflower-shaped disgusting tentacles.

However, Munster stopped at Rand's call.

That's right, it stopped just like that, its tongue was still in front of Rogers' eyes, and its body remained motionless, as if it had been petrified.After two or three seconds, Rand saw Munster slowly withdraw his tongue.It meandered around the ceiling, and finally fell straight down, landing at Rand's feet.

"stop……"

It repeats the phrase.

It's actually one of the few human words that Munster can understand—you know, when he's stealing raw meat that contains human blood from the freezer, or trying to build a drought on Rand's bed. When it was nesting, it would always hear Rand yelling the word at it full of anger.

And more often, along with this word, it will be greeted by the soles of slippers, or rolled up magazines.

It tried to chew some slippers, but the results were disastrous.

All in all, although Munster was instinctively furious at being attacked, when he heard the word Rand uttered, he subconsciously stopped.

Of course, its eyes never left Rogers.

If it was possible—for example, for ten seconds when Rand looked away from Rogers, Munster believed that he would get a big and delicious prey.It really didn't understand why Rand was angry about this, and it wanted to share the prey it had caught with Rand from the bottom of its heart.

Just like before, Munster's thoughts were completely incomprehensible to Rand.

At this moment, he lowered his head and looked at the monster that was like an alien just a few seconds ago, and could be described as a killing machine. The other party was staring at Rand with wet and scary eyes.

The four rolling eyes on its face give it a very disgusting look.

Rand's body was as stiff as a puppet that hadn't been oiled in ten years, and his heart was beating furiously against his ribs like a frightened squirrel.

Extreme fear and tension... Rand couldn't find words to describe his current mood, but on the other hand, this intense emotion did not prevent him from recognizing Munster's mood, which after all was once His pet (God he'd had it for so long?!) and Rand was used to seeing Munster's every move.

Put it in the current scene...

Rand swears that Munster is salivating at Rogers, just as he has stared at the fresh meat Rand put on the sink many times in the past.

But the good news is that it seems... seems to be able to understand some words?

Rand felt that his idea was ridiculous in front of a strange monster, but he still trembled and opened his mouth.

He spoke to Munster who tried to wrap his tail around his ankle.

"Go back... go back to your fish tank."

He felt his cold sweat getting worse.

A few times in the past, like when he caught Munster misbehaving, he'd tell it that that particular slime on Munster was a nightmare for Rand's somewhat overpriced shirts, Therefore, Rand always hopes that Munster can consciously return to the place where it should be (instead of trying to be coquettish to let him hug).At that time, Munster would reluctantly crawl back due to the slippers in his hand.

But now, facing the strange creatures with countless times of difference in size, Rand himself didn't understand why he wanted to try it.

Munster raised his head and looked at him deeply. It opened its mouth, and a row of sharp teeth looked very terrifying.

Rand thought he heard something... and then he slowly realized it was a chirp.

"Chirp... chirp..."

That was the monster whimpering and coquetting at Rand as before. Of course, its current voice was actually very unsuitable for making such a voice.

It sounds kind of ridiculous.

But at this moment, probably no one will laugh.

Rand felt like he had spent the rest of his life on courage tonight, and when he realized that this Munster was trying to get the last bit of perks (such as trying to cling to him with a stern face), he pulled himself together Trembling, bent down to pick up two slippers.

He patted the sole of the slippers and made a crisp "snap" sound, then shouted at Munster dryly.

"Go back, go back, no, or you will be hit by slippers."

He hoped that his voice would not be too different from what it sounded before. Of course, when he really spoke, he realized that his voice was as if it had been polished by sandpaper. The voice he made was just like that of Donald Duck in cartoons. The sound is the same, almost broken because it is too tight.

Munster stared blankly at Rand for a long time, and there was no trace of softness on the latter's face... The two tentacles on its head slowly drooped.

After a little while, it slid slowly towards the living room, shrugging and shrugging.

Rand followed it with bated breath, seeing it climb up the table more easily than ever before to dive into his aquarium.

Of course, its current size is a bit too big for the aquarium. Its main body is squeezed inside, and the artificial sea water rushes out, making Rand's floor wet. Most of its tail Still outside the aquarium, but the entire aquarium has been filled with its bluish body.

Rand thought it looked a bit like a glass can of cod in oil.

Munster himself seemed dissatisfied with its current living environment, it even shook its tail in a daze, confused as to why it couldn't be stuffed into the aquarium, and finally it gave out that kind of With a creepy chirp, he looked at Rand aggrievedly.

"Just, just stay there--" Rand screamed when he saw it trying to climb out of the overcrowded aquarium, and Munster froze his body just like before, it He continued to scream aggrievedly, but he didn't try to climb out again. Rand couldn't help but relax his breath, and he waved his hand at Munster forcefully and calmly.

"If you stay there, there will be delicious food for you, so, just, just stay there obediently and don't move."

After he finished speaking, he kept facing Munster, step by step, and slowly retreated to his bedroom.

Then he slammed the bedroom door, and Rogers dragged Rand's entire bed frame behind the door, along with the bedside table and everything that could be moved in the room.

It wasn't until everything that could be used to block the door was removed that Rand and Rogers slowly retreated to the corner farthest from the door, and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Rand found that his lungs were starting to ache from holding his breath for a long time.

"Do you think it will be useful?"

Rogers clasped Rand's shoulders tightly with his hands, and he was trembling like a severely frightened quail.

Rand shook his head, and he also held Rogers tightly.

Admittedly, even though the latter looked like he was about to burst into tears, Rand felt he was the only lifeline in this absolute nightmare.

With his back against the wall, he suppressed his breathing as much as possible, and then listened carefully to the sounds coming from the living room—some intermittent sounds of water.

Apparently, Munster has been trying to get used to that aquarium...

His heart was beating wildly, and his eyes turned black one after another.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on here?"

Rodgers sobbed and whispered, tears leaving stark marks on the foundation on his face.

Rand glanced back at him, and realized that his headache seemed to be getting worse.

It was hard for him to understand why Rogers, who came to the apartment with a gun before, showed such a slender side now...

"I do not know."

he murmured.

"I was just sleeping, but all of a sudden it's like this - I mean, the monster - that fish I had before, Munster..."

He regretted it after saying this.

Rogers probably thinks I should go and see schizophrenia—Rand thought.

But Rogers didn't do this, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked at Rand with wide eyes.

Rand suddenly noticed that his eyes looked a little different from ordinary people. The light-colored pupils looked like beasts under the moonlight, and they looked full of excitement and bloodthirsty.

Of course, this feeling is only fleeting.

Rogers' frightened expression and fragile voice made Rand immediately forget the strange feeling.

"We should call... oh my god... what's the number for Dangerous Animal Control..."

Rogers pulled out his phone, but when he saw him press the button, Rand instinctively snatched it from him.

"No, wait a minute."

he said to Rogers.

……

Then he froze, because even he didn't understand why he did it.

His heavily made-up neighbor looked at him in disbelief, then lowered his voice and exclaimed, "Wait a minute... Hey, man, that look on your face doesn't look good... you should Did you not see what your 'pet' did just now? I was holding a gun and it almost sent me to my mother in less than ten seconds! It's too dangerous!"

"I, I know..." Rand said with a pale face, and then he paused briefly, raised his head to meet Rogers' gaze, "...wait...why did you show up at my house with a gun before?"