Mermaid Effect

When you've been on the road long enough, you've encountered enough oddities. As a long-distance truck driver, Bert Viggs always thought he'd seen enough oddities—he was His third wife was divorcing, and the fat Mexican woman who always had rashes in her folds had polished his nerves as rough as the stones of the Grand Canyon in various ways.From the moment he came out of court, he was more convinced than anyone that he would never be surprised by anything again, but that night was an exception.

The scene Bert Viggs saw still made him a little unbelievable.

It was in the middle of Route 73, on a moonlit night, there were few cars, and there were no people holding their thumbs up to take a taxi. He drove smoothly until he came behind a not-so-steep turn. A Stirling pickup truck.Bert Wiggs rarely saw this level of heavy trucks on the road of 73. Of course, it was not just the appearance of the car that caught his attention.

In fact, he couldn't even see what it was at first, because the driver of the truck had his fucking high beams on, and Bert Viggs squinted involuntarily. His eyes were closed, and his vision was blurred by the strong light.As a freight driver, you may be able to keep your hand on the wheel while the other grabs potato chips, but your eyes should be on the road ahead of you... Burt Viggs isn't that The kind of person who wants to go to God's arms early for a little excitement.

Angrily, he turned on his high beams in an attempt to remind the idiot on the other side of the road to slow down, but the other party did not respond at all, its speed was very fast—far beyond what this type of heavy truck should have, it was fast Passed Bert Wiggs' car, and when the two cars merged, Bert Wiggs pushed the window straight down and spat at the Stirling and raised his middle finger.

"Asshole, why didn't you go to hell sooner?!"

He growled toward the driver's seat of the car.

However, just as he vented his anger and was about to turn back, in the yellow light of the street lights, Bert Viggs was surprised to see clearly the figure behind the window of the car.

A blond girl was sitting in front of the huge steering wheel. She turned her head and gave him a blank look.

Bert Viggs wasn't sure if it was the lights, or if the moment was too short.

But the girl looked unbelievably young.

Her blond hair fluttered in the night wind that poured in from the car window, her blue pupils looked like a baby, and she had a long and narrow nose and lips—a typical appearance of Eastern Europeans, but at the same time full of a kind of childishness unique to underage girls.

Viggs thought she looked 16 at most, or a little younger.

The two cars crossed each other in a very short time, and then drove in the opposite direction. During Burt's dazed time, the Sterling had become a smaller and smaller shadow.

All he could see in the rearview mirror was the rear of the car, with what might have been a fuel tank hanging from its base, but there was no marking on it.That's against the rules...of course, there's nothing more against the rules than letting an underage girl drive a heavy truck over the speed limit.

Burt Viggs thought it was a weird thing, sure, sometimes you see unsophisticated underage boys and girls sneaking out in their parents' cars on the road, but no one wants to let them Driving heavy trucks - that stuff doesn't come cheap.

What's more, it looks like it's full of unknown liquid... Whether it's crude oil or chemicals, it can be said to be extremely dangerous.

For a moment Bert Viggs even wanted to call the police, but he finally pressed the idea.

Maybe the girl's father, or maybe her boyfriend (or both) is sitting next to her, he just didn't see it, there's no need to make a fuss...

Burt Viggs made a lot of excuses (which was always easy for him), but then he just thought: Who the hell, what business is it about me?

Then he stepped on the gas pedal and started to continue his boring work.At that time, he didn't feel at all that he would have more intersections with that girl and that Sterling.But when he started driving back two days later, he passed a small town that was not very prosperous.

Everything is so perfect that it can even be described as "fate": he just got a sum of money and there is a girl he knows in the bar of the small town he passed by countless times.Bert Viggs thought he should treat himself, so he stopped in that town for a night of fun.

Then in the parking lot in front of the bar, he saw the Sterling heavy truck, its huge size was very eye-catching even among the many trucks.

Oh, that girl drove the car.

Burt thought subconsciously, by some strange coincidence, he got out of the car and walked to the side of the Sterling.It's a nondescript heavy truck, of course, and like all cars, it has the same contrasting paint job, a series of crosses and Indian-style dreamcatchers hanging from the bottom of the rear-view mirror, and expletive stickers on the doors. Scratches and fine gravel... It looks so normal except for the off-white oil storage tank without any markings behind it.Bert didn't know why he cared so much about it, and the girl driving.

He walked around the car a few times, and his curiosity made him climb up the white shelf at the back of the car. He patted on the thick silver iron to make sure it was empty (after all, the girl was driving The speed can be a little scary).A dull voice came from behind the iron sheet. Burt listened to it, and then suddenly sneered.

He suddenly realized that in fact he couldn't hear anything. This was not the tin-iron garden bucket he had used since the 60s. The human's insignificant slap met the thick compartment, and there would be no echo. the difference.

He thought maybe he really just lost his head.

So he hopped off the shelf, ready to clear himself up with a shot of tequila.

He only walked less than ten steps away, and then, a muffled sound came from behind him.

Burt froze. He turned his head and looked at the truck in surprise, then waited for a moment... The parking lot was silent except for the noise and laughter from the bar.

The sound sounded like it was coming from the inside of the oil tank, but how could that be possible?

Burt shrugged his shoulders uncertainly, turned his head, reaffirmed the fact that he needed tequila, and walked straight towards the bar.

In my memory, this bar is very lively, and it is simply out of place in this small town where 90.00% of the residents are Christians. The entrance is tacky and bright pink neon lights, and the lamp tubes outline the outline of a woman.The interior lights are dim, glowing with the same ambiguous red color, cigarettes, alcohol and night make the air here cloudy, like a faint mist.In one corner of the bar stood an outdated jukebox covered in dust.The music here is full of alcohol and swearing and sex, but, all the truck drivers love this, they don't care to talk and laugh with others in the background.

The scantily clad waitresses are far from being young and beautiful like the girls in the big cities. Most of them are a bit fat, but they are more comfortable with teasing the drivers.

How wonderful... an atmosphere Bert knew and loved.

On the other side of the bar there are pool tables where people would normally spend some time.But when he walked into the bar, he knew something was wrong.

No one was there, they all gathered in the bar area, circling around a girl like a dog smelling meat.

The maiden stood out like a golden pearl on a black velvet cushion.

She leaned on the table, sipping a glass of orange juice.

The waitresses gathered impassively at the other end, watching the men try to buy her a drink.

"We don't sell alcohol to minors here."

the bartender said dryly.

And the girl slowly raised her eyelids, her eyes were an indescribable blue-purple under the light.

"I'm not a minor."

She said, then gave him a provocative smile with a bit of habit.

I have to say, her face is breathtakingly beautiful.

Bert couldn't help taking a step forward.In fact, few people knew why his impoverished third wife divorced him when she began to notice Bert's gaze on her daughter...a gaze that would send the chills down the spine of any mother.

Burt loves teenage girls and he insists he is not a pedophile, but he does admit he is attracted to them.

Especially blond and childish, the kind between adults and children.

And the girl in the bar seemed to be modeled after his dream man.

He looked at her greedily, eyes so sticky that she suddenly turned her head to meet his eyes.

At that moment, the world seemed to stop turning.

She gave Bert a smile.

She then cuts through the crowd and says "hi" to him.

The atmosphere seemed to have come to a standstill suddenly, the waitress was still cleaning the table, and the others cast strange glances at Bert.

"Hey, you know this guy?"

Someone yelled at her.

The girl just smiles.

"You're here, and it looks like he's here too. Is it time?"

She spoke words that Burt didn't understand at all, as if she was familiar with him for ten years, and her attitude was very calm.Bert doesn't even know how he walked out of the bar with her.

She pulled him all the way to the back of the parking lot, and then suddenly, as if relieved, she gave Bert a bright smile that suited her age.

"Thank you." She said to him, "You know, my brother asked me to wait for him there, but I thought that someone like me might not be suitable for that kind of place. I was so nervous that I thought they would Eat me up. I'm sorry I pretended to know you, I just wanted to get away... Ah, yes, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Raisha."

She stuck out her tongue mischievously.

"You seem like a nice guy," Raisha said.

Bert felt his crotch itchy, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his cheeks began to flush with excitement.

His palms were covered with sweat, but his face was full of smiles.

"When, of course, I am a good person, that place is really not suitable for a little girl like you...I mean, your brother should treat you better."

Laisha's eyes lingered on Bert's face for a moment.

Although the truck driver didn't notice it himself, his gaze was actually completely undisguised.Unconsciously, he greedily outlined Raisha's naked chest outside the T-shirt and the thighs under the shorts with his eyes greedily, almost drooling.

Raisha looked Burt straight in the eye.

She looks like she has a special temperament - childish, but at the same time has a special charm like a mature woman.

"Yes, but he's always a little careless."

"Ah, of course..." Bert didn't know what to say to Laisha and then he remembered that night, "Hey, you know what I knew about you, we met, you drove that car ..."

He pointed to the Sterling.

Raisha's smile deepened.

"Oh no" she giggled and covered her face, "I thought no one knew, my brother was tired that day, so, you know, just all of a sudden, I almost got caught by the police and scared me to death, luckily My brother woke up before that."

While talking, she led Bert to the Sterling without a trace.

The size of the car was so large that all the lights of the street lamps were blocked, and behind the car, the shadows were completely dark.

This is a blind spot of vision, Bert suddenly realized this, and an evil thought appeared in his head uncontrollably.

God, he really shouldn't be like this, he has caused enough doubts but everything in front of him is so appropriate.

In the dead corner, there is a girl in the dark who suits his appetite...

And it was at this time that Laisha suddenly stretched out a hand and pressed it lightly on his chest.

Even though it was just the slightest touch, Burt's back still leaned against the back of the car.He stared at Raisha with wide eyes.

"You..." she licked her teeth, "keep looking at me, why?"

"I, I didn't..."

Burt still wanted to resist, but his hand seemed to have his own consciousness, pinching Laisha's shoulder.

This little whore is tempting me - Bert's heart is screaming like a beast, contrary to what he's showing.

He felt the touch of Raisha's tiny skeleton under his palm, and countless scenes from the past emerged in his head.

The soft skin and shrill screams of the girls.

Nothing could be better than that.

And Raisha... If she didn't want me to fuck her, why would she follow me to this kind of place!

She is voluntary!

Burt squeezed Laisha tightly. If it was a normal situation, or if it was a normal girl, she should have started struggling because of the pain at this time.Of course, Laisha didn't do that, and Burt was lost in his own thoughts, making excuses for himself—

Perhaps that's why Burt didn't realize that there was gradually water vapor that shouldn't exist in the air.

On top of the oil tank behind him, a flap opened slowly, slowly...

After half an hour—

Raisha climbed to the top of the storage tank.

What is stored here is actually a whole tank of seawater, and the air is filled with the fishy smell of seawater.She squatted at the opening of the living cover and looked inside. In the darkness, there were four glittering red lights flickering.

Frowning, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and shone a light into it with the light of the screen, but a piece of minced meat was just thrown out, it was a man's right hand.Raisha kicked it, noticing that the finger twitched once or twice.

And below her, inside the oil tanker, there were creaks, the sound of broken bones and muscles being torn apart.

"My lord, are you still satisfied with your meal?"

Laisha wrinkled her nose, and said to the people inside in the voice of a deliberately pretended waitress.