Mermaid Effect

Rogers blinked, then he held out a finger and forced Rand to turn his attention to his face.

"Hey, look at me," he said, "what do you see?"

Rand paused for a moment, confused and hesitant, before speaking.

"Uh... your foundation?"

Rogers had to strengthen his tone, drawing a circle in the air with his hand.

"You're supposed to see a flawless face—with a face like that, I'm always harassed by people who don't want to, and to keep my beautiful body safe from violence, you know, I can only choose to call myself a person who is not hurt by violence. By the way, I have a legal gun certificate, and I just happened to lose sleep tonight... You don’t know that you had a fight with your dear pet How loud was it? I thought someone had broken into your house - after all, you have a brother who is a billionaire. Someone like you shouldn't be alone in an ordinary room oh yes, if you insist on doing that you better not have weird pets."

Rogers' special tone of voice and calm expression like a frightened girl made him look more sincere than anyone else.

The sincerity even made Rand feel sorry for his doubts about him before.

"Oh...Thank you for your help...As for Munster, it was just a little strange before, I didn't think of it..."

"'Some'?"

Rogers raised his voice, but he quickly remembered that there was another creature in the living room, and immediately lowered his voice.

"Well, it's pretty weird."

Rand said dryly.

In fact even he himself, recalling in this situation the monstrousness that Munster had revealed before, was amazed at how blind he had been to it.

Before today, he always thought it was just a slightly strange amphibian. It was just that the raw materials leaked by Shenbai Biotechnology in the sea had caused some mutations, oh, yes... mutations...

Rand shuddered.

Then the whole room fell into that dead silence again.

He and Rogers looked at each other awkwardly until the other yawned uncontrollably.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

Rogers told him.

Rand couldn't answer his question at all. His head was in a mess like a thousand corgis tap dancing on the grooves of his brain. His brain was blank.

But he shook his head slowly at Rogers.

"I don't know, maybe, to observe for a while?" He said tentatively.

"Observation? Rand Sievers! Are you crazy? Have you figured out how dangerous the things in your living room really are? I don't want to see you wrapped in data-preservation film one day, in pieces Get out the door across from me - I didn't tell you my grandma used to love lizards and then one day, you know, she had a Parkinson's attack and she probably just passed out at home and more than likely just forgot Feed her those precious 'Sofia' 'Sophie' and 'Alexander'...and by the time we find out she's been eaten up by them and the neighbors haven't even smelled anything! God yours The pet is bigger than my grandma's combined!"

"I think Munster looks more... smarter than the lizard?"

Rand squeezed out a wry smile, and his tone was disturbingly uncertain.

Rogers looked like he was about to faint.

"That's not the point! It's safety, your safety! Gosh... we should call 911 Animal Control or even NASA! That thing might be an alien! Get them to take it out of your living room Take it out of the fish tank, those people will always have a way to deal with that kind of thing, I heard that NASA sometimes mixes dissected Martians in hamburgers for employees to eat so that they will be better for aviation adaptation syndrome in space resistance to..."

"No, no, Rogers, don't do that."

Rand raised his hand and shook it slightly in the air.

Although what Rogers said was completely nonsense, Rand couldn't help thinking of something else.

In the laboratory of Shenbai Biotechnology, he had occasionally seen some experimental products there, which were just very common things but made him feel very sick and uncomfortable.Lander was more certain than anyone that Munster would be the subject of a co-owner's study once it was exposed to the public eye.

Dissected, then gutted out, and finally put in formalin fluid...

Rand felt a cold sweat run down his spine, and the back of his tongue was bitter and he had a faint gag.

He wasn't quite sure why, but whenever he thought about it, his reaction always seemed to be very violent.

And when those elements were connected with Munster, it made his heart of resistance even stronger - after all, he had raised it for so long, and...

"Let me think about it, really, I think I just need a little time to... get better with Munster. He's looking pretty good right now."

Rand said.

"Hey man, it almost killed me!"

"I know, but when you shot at that time, it was quite obedient..." Rand said bravely, and then pointed to the slippers on the ground, "It's even afraid of the slippers."

……

Rogers made an expression that looked like he had a toothache.

"You know what, Rand, the way you look reminds me of my grandma, whose cat peed in my shoe but she insists it was just the cat's way of showing me affection."

"I thought your grandma had lizards..."

"Oh, she kept lizards and cats, and of course the cats got eaten by lizards in the end." Rogers shrugged and said, "Well, if you insist on keeping your monster in your house—please You come to my apartment to taste the new biscuits yourself, that's all, and protect yourself from being eaten."

Rogers rubbed his fake hand and said to Rand. He subconsciously lowered his voice in the last sentence. Of course, Rand didn't hear this.

To be honest, Rand was still apprehensive about his decision.

Rogers eventually climbed out of his bedroom window and climbed some pipes to his apartment to avoid passing the apartment's living room.

Rand expressed his apologies to him...of course, more gratitude.Because Rogers said that he would help Rand keep the secret, and he would still provide feed for Munster in the future (but only if Rand had to go to his apartment to get it himself).

After he left, Rand realized that his apartment was unbelievably quiet, and the sky outside the window was pale...

For Rand, it seemed that he didn't have that happy time to sleep directly.

After wandering in the room like a trapped beast for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to remove the obstacles placed at the door, and then, trembling, he walked out of the room to the living room.

In the dim light, Munster is struggling in the aquarium in a contorted position.

The moment he saw Rand, the feathery tentacles on its head bounced up and began to shake slightly, because the thing was so big that Rand couldn't even convince himself to ignore it.

Well, the monster is still awake.

Rand stood tremblingly on the diagonal farthest from the aquarium and looked at it.

Compared with the panic of its owner, Munster looked joyful and cheerful. It looked like he could just crawl out and throw his tail on Rand's lap.

And it is obviously impossible to do this in its current state of oil-soaked cans. In the bathroom, it can only desperately slap the wall of the aquarium with the exposed tail.The poor aquarium let out such a toothache that Rand had to stop Munster.

"Stop, stop..." he cried, "I mean, stop, Munster."

Munster's tail immediately froze in the air.

It stared at Rand in bewilderment.

"Stop...down..."

it says.

Rand twitched his nose.

Come on, Rand, now that you've made your decision you've got to face this.

He said to himself in his heart, and then he took a tentative step towards Munster, and then another step.

The day dawned quickly, and the living room was soon filled with the pink light of the morning glow.

Now Rand saw Munster's appearance more clearly than before-it was still the ugliness in his memory, but there was also a wonderful thing here, and he found that he didn't seem to be as afraid of it as he thought.

Especially, after you actively start approaching it.

Rand walked only about forty centimeters away from Munster. Munster's four eyeballs never left it, and when you gradually get used to people looking at you with four eyeballs... well, you Just get used to it.

Just like Rand.

He swallowed, forcing himself not to look at the tentacles waving desperately on Munster's head.

"Hey, Munster."

he said to Munster.

"I... I'm Rand, you know what I mean? I'm Rand."

Munster's nictitating membrane slid across its eyes, maybe it was the monster's blink—Rand thought.

Then he heard Munster's deep voice.

"Rand."

Not rote learning, not weird chirping.

Rand trembled slightly because of this call, and he looked at Munster in shock, a little unbelievable.

His heart started beating a little faster, and he pointed tentatively to his face.

"You know who I am?"

This is an interrogative sentence.

……

After a brief silence, Munster's tail twitched unconsciously.

It looked straight at Rand.

"Rand."

It answers the question.