Mermaid Effect

Kansas, USA

Route 72

Time: 04:58AM

A huge moon hangs obliquely in the sky.

Its cold and desolate light shone on the straight road, and the asphalt road reflected a faint cold light in the moonlight.

There are continuous plains on both sides of the road. When the Stirling roared and drove crazily on this empty road at a speed of 120 miles per hour, the incomparably similar scenery would make people feel like the car The speed is extremely slow.

Before such a dawn, Sterling's lights pierced the night sky.

The late-night radio blaring bland broadcasts and corny songs made Raisha drowsy in the passenger seat.Her slender body, which still belonged to a girl, was curled up on the seat, her head leaned against the glass window, and her forehead lightly tapped on the cold glass with the slight bumps of the car while driving.

Everything seemed so peaceful, until suddenly the current driver of the car, "Prince", slammed on the brakes without warning.

Raisha's whole body flew up.

She wasn't wearing a seatbelt for comfort, so she slammed into the windshield like a baseball during the sudden stop.

There was a crisp sound from her cervical spine, and the impact instantly twisted her fragile bones, and the CDs placed in front of the car window also flew up, spinning, and suddenly became as sharp as darts, directly Scratched her face, and then along the line of her forehead, cut off a scalp about ten centimeters long with hair.

When Raisha finally rolled to the ground, her face was turned 180 degrees on her back, her skull stained a bright vermilion with blood.

The air in Sterling's cab, which smelled faintly of gasoline, was immediately filled with a strong smell of rust.

The Prince ignored Raisha, pressed down the car window and gazed at the dark western sky.

"Fa... what happened... what..."

The girl's body moved slightly, and then she slowly groped and got up from under the seat. Finally, she grabbed her head with both hands, and let it return to its original place with a "click".There was still blood in her throat, so she was slurring her speech.

Finally, she pulled the rearview mirror and pressed her scalp back against the narrow mirror.

Light blue mucus gradually diffused from her wound, which clumped together with platelets, and the wound began to improve gradually.

At the same time, she felt a strange induction... It was as if a weak electric current was stimulating her body, and she could feel that special attraction coming from the northwest.

"There's something over there..."

She clutched her heart, feeling that the group of muscles placed on her chest was throbbing, and she was a little unsure if this was a side effect of the short-term cardiac arrest just now.

"It's nothing, it's just one more piece of garbage."

The prince's four red eyeballs reflected faint light in the moonlight, and the opening and retracting of the nictitating membrane was actually faster than the normal frequency.

It turned its head and said to Raisha whose face was still stained with blood.

Then it pulled wet wipes from the drawer and handed them to her.

……

And the moment the prince stepped on the brakes, under the Kansas moonlight, someone in the apartment on Pine Street opened their eyes at the same time.

Rand sat up suddenly from the bed, his thinking was still dull and chaotic due to the thick drowsiness, but his body seemed to have fallen into a special situation.

His heart was beating so fast, adrenaline was rushing through his body like a fountain, he had to cover his mouth so hard that his heart would not jump out of his throat, cold sweat soaked his pajamas, and he Every muscle in his body was slightly convulsed by that inexplicable and inexplicable excitement—his current condition was not at all as if he had just woken up from a sleep, but as if he had been directly transferred from a fierce black market boxing match. come over.

He even felt nauseous from that strong reaction...

"Rand..."

Suddenly, a scaly face emerged from the darkness in front of his eyes.

A pair of cold and damp claws stretched out, they rested on both sides of Rand's shoulders, and the webbed hands seemed to wrap his entire shoulders.

Munster's red eyes shimmered like a beast in the jungle.

It is also sober.

Rand let out a low scream because of its existence, and of course he immediately realized that it was Munster.

He reached out tremblingly and turned on the bedside lamp. Under the soft yellow light, the room seemed to have finally escaped from that horror movie scene.Munster's growing body took up two-thirds of Rand's bed, its tail curled up, and its upper body lay beside Rand like some human companion.

Like all nights, it asked to sleep with Rand in all sorts of head-scratching ways, and Rand eventually gave up fighting it considering Rand was going to work at the National Express the next day... He acquiesced that Munster shared the bed with him. Of course, the prerequisite was that the area where Munster was located must be covered with tarps for picnics.

Rand didn't quite know what was causing the abnormality in his body at that moment just now. In a short period of time, that feeling disappeared from his body like a ghost.Of course, his heart was still beating fast.

The feeling of limpness after the intensity spread in Rand's body.

"Oh God..."

Rand muttered lowly, confused.

Is it a nightmare?

He thought instinctively, but when he thought about it he didn't even have the vaguest memory of a nightmare.

"Rand..."

Munster's low voice brought Rand back to his senses.

He showed a forced smile to the little monster beside him: "Hey, buddy, did I wake you up?"

As soon as the words fell, his face was squeezed onto Munster's strong chest that smelled of water.

He could even feel its chest vibrate slightly as it happened.

"Rand... how are you..."

It spoke to Rand in a less proficient human language, which made Rand feel a little warmth involuntarily.

"Please, don't keep putting my face against yours."

He said with some distress, struggling to break free from the worried Munster's arms.

He touched his face, which was covered in mucus.

[To be honest, Rand finds this feeling really hard to adapt to, but on the other hand, he is now finally beginning to understand why some people, such as Rogers, such as his former female colleagues... always They would use all kinds of lotions and skin care products to cover their faces: after countless times of mucus attacks, Rand suddenly realized that his skin was so smooth that as a normal male, he felt a little sick] Munster didn't understand Rand's patience with it, it leaned over again on its own, and at the same time Rand felt something wet and slippery slipped from under the quilt and wrapped around his ankle.

"Hey hey, Munster?!"

He immediately realized that it was Munster's tail, and he couldn't help frowning and growling at the damned little monster.

"Come on, please, we agreed, you shouldn't be doing this."

Rand felt the wonderful touch of Munster's tail rolling up his knees... That feeling always made him involuntarily have the illusion that he was entangled by an adult Burmese python, and for a moment he even completely forgot After remembering how strange he was before, now just thinking about the mucus rubbed into the quilt is enough to make his stomach ache.

"Hawhaw..."

The most primitive cry rolled in Munster's throat, and its forelimb, or hand, with wide webbed fingers between its fingers, slid off Rand's shoulder and pressed against his chest.

There was an unprecedented tension in its voice...

Rand frowned. He gradually realized that something was wrong with Munster this night, and then he belatedly realized that the eyes of the little monster beside him were much rounder than before. Its scales were Tensioned and slightly open, the feathery tentacles on the two antennae are tense, appearing much wider than usual.

"Munster?"

"Haw... chirp... Rand... chirp... you... like me the most... don't you?"

Facing the puzzled Rand, Munster seemed a little incoherent.

It was a little flustered, trying to say something to Rand, but in the end Rand could only understand this sentence.

His frown deepened.

"like you?"

"like me."

Munster repeated immediately. (well, now at least it can figure out "you" and "me")

"Uh..." Rand was completely dazed now, "Well, I do like you quite a bit...if you don't get mucus on my bed."

He said.

"You only like me...not other fish..."

It suddenly rushed over, and its heavy weight instantly caused Rand to fall on the bed. He groaned because of the weight of the opponent.

"Damn it, Munster, what are you talking about?"

"I...I don't like...other fish..."

Munster suddenly sobbed.

……

Rand lay on the bed, feeling the difficulty in breathing due to the heavy pressure on his chest, and rolled his eyes at the ceiling.

If he was still worried about his body before, now he really doesn't have any thoughts to worry about that, he can only feel a headache now.

He found that he had no idea what Munster was thinking?

It was acting so nervous this evening, but in the end it just asked Rand to commit to it and only like it a fish... (Wait, is this adjective really correct?)

Rand shuddered.

His body was back to normal now, without that inexplicable excitement. Rand felt that he might really just have a nightmare, and he felt a little tired now.

"Well, Munster..."

He tentatively stretched out his hand and pressed it on Munster's shoulder, trying to push it away.

But Munster's sobs got worse.

"Damn-"

Rand let out a muffled grunt, and he found that Munster's tail was wrapped around his waist, and it was tightening—when it was tense, it would unconsciously exert force, and Rand felt that he was about to lose his breath.

Munster's current situation made Rand feel in a trance that he was dealing with a giant child. Of course, to some extent, children may be no different from aliens.

He finally gave up trying to figure out what Munster was thinking.

He hugged Munster back, running one hand along its hard scale-covered back, and then another.

"I like you the most, really, Munster, of course, I only like you."

He was like coaxing a difficult and arrogant child, he had to make such a promise.