Mermaid Effect

If Rand's doorbell hadn't rang at that time, perhaps Munster would have received far more severe punishment than a rolled-up newspaper slap on the head.

Rand was tensing his voice, growling at it.

"...Damn it, you shouldn't be doing this!"

He felt that this morning's close encounter with Munster would be the subject of his nightmares for the next ten years, and there was nothing better than a goddamn monster sticking its tongue in your mouth and licking it around. Terrible.

To make matters worse, the one who made everything so bad, the monster, was so bewildered that he was staring at Rand with that piece of sausage in his mouth.

It swallowed the sausage that Rand had chewed himself in front of Rand, and repeated, "Food, mine."

Rand had to go back to the sink again because of it... retching and brushing his teeth.

It took him a while, with great difficulty, to understand Munster's way of thinking.It mistakenly took the food in Rand's mouth as its own... After all, Rand told it "this is your food".

The "kiss" with Rand was just an accident, and it seemed unable to understand the psychological damage Rand suffered as a result.

It slid mournfully off the stool as Rand snarled, shoulders shrugged and dejectedly letting out a series of low chirps.

When the atmosphere between the two was tense and stalemate, someone unexpected to Rand rang his doorbell.

Rand frowned in surprise, he thought it would be Rogers, but when he opened a crack in the door and looked out, what he saw was a strange young man.

"Hi, hello, Mr. Sievers, I'm from Miss Caroline..."

"Sorry! Please wait a moment!"

Rand's voice became unusually high-pitched with tension.

He slammed the door shut in front of him.

Oh, God, he knew it was the uttermost impoliteness, but he had no choice, because behind the door Munster was trying to poke his head out curiously.

Rand didn't think its current appearance was suitable to appear in front of outsiders (Rodgers was already an accident among accidents).

The young man's words he heard before closing the door made him even more flustered than before.

Someone sent by Caroline?God, who the hell is that?Rand has not been in direct contact with her for a while. Vincent's illness doesn't look optimistic, and he can't even accept anyone's visit. When Rand proposed to visit Vincent several times, Caroline The reply to him was this.Rand didn't understand why a stranger appeared outside Rand's gate without any warning in the name of Caroline.

At that moment, his heart almost seemed to be squeezed tightly by invisible hands.

Please don't expose Munster's affairs.Rand prayed this very earnestly to God.

Of course, while praying, he did not stop his actions in reality.He threw himself into the kitchen, putting one arm on Munster's back and the other on the back of his thick tail (which, if Munster were human, would theoretically be the back of his knees). Department), and then he picked up the heavy monster and staggered around in a circle in the living room.

"Rand Chirp?"

Munster was very happy with Rand's behavior. It had never been hugged by Rand before, but it had seen such an action in Disney cartoons, and only close partners would do it-its tail It slapped Rand's thigh because of excitement, and wrapped its cold hands tightly around Rand's neck, and then it pressed its not-so-beautiful face to the crook of Rand's neck, exuding joy. crooning.Of course, it didn't expect that Rand could hardly breathe because of this.

"Shh—quiet."

Rand turned his head away from Munster's face in panic, and after a dizzy turn around the living room with Munster in his arms, he realized that the out-of-the-ordinary aquarium was definitely not a house for Munster. Very good place.

He had to hide Munster, Rand thought.

He had to rush to his bedroom with Munster in his arms.

At the very beginning, he thought about stuffing Munster on his bed and covering him with a quilt, but this too crude way of hiding made Rand feel uneasy.

As for the bathroom... nothing is more noticeable than the strange sound of water coming from the bathroom.

In the end, Rand had to stuff the happy Munster into his closet, the only place in the entire apartment that seemed to be able to hide a monster.Rand had to admit that at this moment he regretted for a second that he chose an overly simple bachelor apartment as a place to stay.

"Rand Chirp..."

Munster stuck his head out among Rand's expensive shirts and made a bewildered sound.Rand had a splitting headache, he covered Munster's mouth vigorously while lowering his voice and whispered in its ear in panic.

"No, no, Munster, listen, you stay here and then keep quiet, keep quiet, you understand?"

Munster's four red eyes rolled, and it nodded slightly under Rand's palm.

Rand breathed a sigh of relief, he let go of Munster, and then tried to close the door of the closet, but at this tense moment that almost caused a heart attack, it stretched out its hand and entangled Rand like an octopus. on the waist.

Realizing that Rand wanted it to be here alone, away from him, a low, continuous grunt... sounded like some worm-like moan was forced out of its throat.

This damn coquettishness——Rand heard the young man calling in confusion from the direction of the living room, and he wanted to curse the world.

"Excuse me, Mr. Rand Sievers?"

"Sorry—please wait a little longer!"

Rand shouted loudly in that direction, with a little cold sweat on his forehead.

"Mun S. Te, hey, let go, don't be like this..."

Rand frantically tore off the little monster's hand from his body, then stuffed its long tail into the wardrobe.

In order to appease Munster, he had to stroke the extremely disgusting tentacles on its head several times (Munster loves this even more than scratching his belly-of course, both tentacles and belly scratches are important to Rand. It is an act that requires a lot of psychological construction).

"Look, Munster, all you have to do is keep quiet and stay here, don't make a sound, just don't make a sound, be a good boy."

He lowered his voice and whispered in Munster's ear.

This panicked scene made him inexplicably think of those cheating men and women who met their lovers privately at home and were caught at the scene...

Oh no, what the hell was I thinking...

Rand closed the wardrobe door with a livid face, then ran to the living room in embarrassment, and opened the door.

The face of the young man waiting at the door was not very good. When Rand opened the door, he was impatiently shifting his focus on his left and right feet, crossing his chest with his hands and tapping his arms with his fingers.

"I'm very sorry……"

He heard the man's slightly flustered voice, and he habitually replied "Oh, it's okay", then raised his head to meet Rand's gaze.

To be honest, he didn't have time to see this "mysterious" Sievers member at all because of nervousness at the beginning.

However, when he really saw Rand clearly, he was still slightly stunned because the other party was completely different from the rumors.

Rand Sievers looked younger than he was.he thinks.He had thought that he would bear a certain resemblance to Vincent Sievers, the master of the deep white, but the reality was far from that.His face was a little pale, and his black curly hair was obviously not taken care of after getting up, and a few hairs were curling up on the top of his head. At the same time, his clothes were messy, showing signs of being pulled.It has to be said that all these elements give Rand Sievers a wonderful youthful atmosphere, like a scholar or writer who is not familiar with the world.

"Hello, my name is Bennett Rails, you can call me Ben... I am an assistant sent by Ms. Caroline to help you adapt to the work of "National American Information". Nice to meet you you."

Ben held out his hand to Rand.

The latter showed him a sleepwalking expression, and after a while he slowly shook hands with him, and then opened his mouth in horror.

"The National News?"

"Ah, yes. This is a fast-paced newspaper," Bennett Rails showed a professional smile, "and I will be your work assistant."

……

A few minutes later, Rand sat on the sofa with the young man who claimed to be Ben.

He didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief, or to be more nervous—on the bright side, Bennett was not some researcher sent by Shenbai to prove that no one knew about Munster's existence, but from On the other hand, Rand finally realized the terrible thing. As a rookie, an idiot who doesn't understand anything, he will go to work as the deputy editor-in-chief of a well-known newspaper with a very high national ranking.

Things couldn't have looked any worse.

Bennett must have sensed his connection to the position, Rand thought, but he just stared at him with that gentle smile, not the slightest bit uncomfortable.

A professional person.

Rand realized this more than anyone.

Bennett was a pleasing young man, and no one could deny that he looked younger than Rand, handsome without being frivolous.

He was broad-chested, biceps-muscled, probably played on the football team in college, had brown hair, plain gray-blue eyes, some subtle freckles on his cheeks, and a streak on the bridge of his nose. Shallow scars, this somewhat ordinary facial feature, dilutes the sense of threat that the overly correct face brings to ordinary men.

He could have been more handsome, but given the nature of his job, he deliberately made himself a little more ordinary.