Mermaid Effect

Although Bennett made himself seem ordinary and easy to get along with, for Rand, his presence represented stress in itself.

"I'm sorry for taking the liberty to knock on the door today. However, I tried to contact you many times before, but the phone couldn't be connected. Considering the heavy pressure of this job, I had to knock on the door myself."

Perhaps seeing the unconscious tension in Rand's body, Bennett gave him a shy smile, scratched his face and said. (Of course, this kind of small action is also carefully linked, and the weakness revealed in some small details can easily make the group of work targets who are proud but strong in the outside world let down their vigilance)

Rand blinked, and he spoke bewilderedly.

"Can't reach me? But I never left the apartment..."

Suddenly, a thought slipped into his mind.

Rand walked quickly to the sofa and pulled the phone cord out from behind it.

As he expected, the phone line, which looked normal on the outside, was actually broken, and the cut was smooth, but Rand knew that Munster's teeth could make the cut smooth.

He silently plugged the phone line back, and found his cell phone from behind the sofa cushion - it also looked very normal, but it couldn't be turned on.

Rand put the phone in front of his nose and sniffed, smelling a strong watery smell.

It was also the smell of a monster's profuse saliva.

Munster hated these two buzzing things in the apartment so badly that Rand thought he'd educated it (after Munster destroyed one of his alarm clocks), but apparently the damned little bastard put himself The destruction has become a little more secretive.

"Did something happen?"

Bennett leaned over, and his voice brought Rand back to his senses in an instant.

"No, it's nothing, the dog broke the phone line."

Rand found an excuse in a panic.

"dog?"

"Yes, a dog, er, a dog, it's been taken out for a walk by my neighbor now, and it's a bit naughty so...hahaha..." Rand said incoherently.

Hell, the worst thing about him might be lying.

Of course, Bennett didn't pay too much attention to such trivial matters. On the contrary, pets have always been a good topic to get closer to people.

"Yes, it's nice that you have a pet...by the way, what's its name?"

Bennett answered politely, but Rand was a little lost. However, before Rand could react, the answer had already been blurted out.

"Munster."

……

However, immediately after saying the name, Rand heard a voice from the bedroom.

"boom--"

Apparently, some little monster mistook this answer for some sort of call.

Rand swore he had never felt such a panic.Bennett turned his head and glanced in the direction of the bedroom, and then there was a hint of ambiguity in his eyes.

"Maybe... I came at the wrong time?"

He said that if it is related to Rand's panic when he knocked on the door before, it is indeed easy to think of something else.

Rand smirked awkwardly at him, cold sweat dripping down his back.

"No, no, I think it's the kid upstairs. The sound insulation in this apartment has not been very good." He said dryly, and pushed Bennett back on the sofa.

A few minutes later, Bennett finally diverted his attention, but Rand's plight did not get better.

Rand felt extremely uncomfortable when Bennett took a pen and paper from his pocket and started asking him professional questions.

Well, he's totally clueless about those questions.

He has never applied for a manuscript, and he doesn't know anything about reading the manuscript. As for the review of the topic selection... what the hell is that?

Rand's frustration became worse after Bennett's composure, and he vowed that he would rather work as a librarian, even if the salary was not satisfactory.

"Hold, I'm sorry, I'm still..."

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Sievers. In fact, that's why I'm here. I'm here to help you..."

Bennett looked up at Rand, and he saw the blush on Rand's face—a shy man, he thought, and began to feel another kind of interest in Rand.

If Rand Sievers wasn't his current job target, he was just about everything Bennett liked.

Yes, despite his attractive looks and physique, Bennett was sexually more male, and even within the gay community he had somewhat different tastes.

Compared with most of his companions who love muscular men, he likes a slimmer type, with pale skin, a thin physique and a shy personality that is not good at getting along with others... Oh, God, it is simply too Bravo.

Bennett thinks that such people (such as his previous partners) are like candies wrapped in layers of boxes. Only after peeling off their thick camouflage bit by bit can they be swallowed in one bite to experience the sweetest. taste.Although it may be perverted to say this, Bennett really loves this "opening" process, the pleasure of ravaging and conquering is better than the pleasure of sex-although, those boyfriends who were once shy and young, After letting go of his body and mind in the safe relationship that Bennett deliberately created, he will be abandoned by Bennett for the reason of being "uninteresting".

Bennett couldn't help tracing the black hair and green eyes of Rand Sievers, and the flushed cheeks from embarrassment... He had to adjust his posture slightly to hide the gap between his legs. Slightly bulging hardness, at the same time the throat rolled, and there was a burning sensation of hunger and thirst.

Even before, he had never felt this level of attraction to anyone. It had to be said that Rand Sievers really liked him too much. In addition, the other party's noble status also made him particularly attractive. tempting.

A Sievers.

Bennett licked his lips, trying to suppress the urge to "develop" a Sievers (he could tell it would be the best experience of his life).

"Uh, Mr. Rails?" Rand felt a little embarrassed by Bennett's gaze, "I thought... do you need a cup of coffee?"

Rand gave a poor excuse to avoid the other party's gaze. After the other party nodded, he fled to the kitchen and started making coffee.

It wasn't until he was out of Bennett's sight that he relaxed his nerves a little.

It seems that he has indeed been out of the crowd for too long...

Rand reviewed himself in his heart, and he began to think about his life during this period, and he had to say that it could only be monotonous.

The one and only volunteer event was pretty bad too...

"Tick-tock-"

A drop of water fell into the coffee cup in Rand's hand.

Rand shuddered.

Theoretically speaking, he was standing next to the sink, and no matter what, a drop of water would not appear on the top of a coffee cup out of thin air.

Rand swallowed, then slowly raised his head.

His pupils grew bigger at that moment, and all the blood seemed to rush into his head.

"Munster?"

He had to grit his teeth so he wouldn't scream.

He lowered his voice and stared dumbfounded at the ceiling.

There, there was a humanoid creature lying on its stomach, with a slender tail, a pale body, and a drooping head.

If this is a horror movie, this scene is definitely a key point deliberately set by the director to make the audience scream.

Rand couldn't believe that Munster actually ran out.

At this time, it was looking at Munster curiously with its four round red eyes on the ceiling.

It was his slime that dripped into the coffee cup before.

"You shouldn't be here, go back! Go back!"

Rand's face was pale, and he lowered his voice in an attempt to persuade Munster.

However, as Murphy's law says, things will always get worse when they get worse - Bennett's voice came from the kitchen door.

"Mr. Sievers? Need my help?"

The young man, who had no idea that his life was in danger, came over because Rand stayed in the kitchen for too long.

Rand almost jumped up on the spot.

He gripped the glass with trembling hands and turned around.

"No no no no really no need, it's almost ready..."

He couldn't even imagine the disastrous consequences of Bennett Rails seeing Munster on the ceiling.That scene can definitely only be described as disaster.

He put one hand behind his back as he walked out, and waved at Munster on the kitchen ceiling, trying to get it back.

Then he saw Bennett at the door.

The young man looked at Rand in surprise.

"I'm sorry, your complexion seems a little uncomfortable..."

"Ah, I've always been like that. Here, coffee."

Rand didn't know how he did it, but thank God he managed to maintain a mask of calm in front of Bennett.

He only hoped that Munster would never come down from the ceiling at this time——

When Bennett's fingers touched the coffee cup, Rand suddenly thought of something.

damn...

That drop of slime...

The cup of coffee he gave Bennett had Munster's slime in it.

Although Rand had no clue about Munster's true identity, this did not prevent him from remembering the "gifts" that Munster had prepared for him, those soft, jelly-like animal corpses.

In fact, Rand didn't know how Munster did those things, but he couldn't guarantee what the consequences would be if the mucus on it was drunk by humans.

Taking a step back——

The slime itself is inappropriate enough to be put in coffee for an unsuspecting person to drink.

Thinking of this, Rand instinctively withdrew his hand.

"Sorry, I'd rather have a cup of coffee—"

"For coffee?"

Bennett didn't respond.

And that's how the tragedy happened...