Mermaid Effect

"Words are magic. When you say something, your future self will one day confirm what you said, whether it is good or bad. So be careful my little rabbit, be careful what you say if……"

After Rand hugged Munster and made him the kind of promise that anyone with normal thinking would think is nonsense, these words appeared like sprouts suddenly emerging from the damp soil in spring In Rand's mind.

His body trembled unconsciously.

It was supposed to be a woman's voice, deep and hoarse, with a subtle kick-up at the end of each word.

If those evil lizard-chewing witches in fairy tales actually appeared in reality and spoke, this would be their voices--Rand thought inexplicably.

He frowned, feeling a little stuffy in his chest. Maybe it was the ominous premonition in the legend. Of course, it was more likely that he was about to be deprived of oxygen by Munster.

Rand had to forcibly tear Munster off of himself (yes, "tear", every time the slimy little monster left him with that wet touch, Rand Always feel like my body is like a piece of sticky paper with an adhesive side).

He plucked at Munster's tail on his ankle, kicked it twice, and finally climbed off the bed amidst the aggrieved moan of the monster.He didn't know what was going on, but when he realized it, he was already standing by the window.

A faint lavender color different from the night appeared in the far distance of the sky, and in the woods, some unknown birds had begun to chirp.

It will be dawn soon...

Rand took a deep breath of the fresh air outside the window without any fishy smell, and rubbed his temples in distress.

Today would be his first day at the National Express, but for some unknown reason, he was up almost all night.Rand hoped that his dark circles would not be so heavy that those people would think he was nervous (of course he was).

Munster also climbed out of the bed, and it slowly came to Rand's back, and then crawled all the way behind him, wrapping his hands around his shoulders, and resting his head next to the base of his neck.

"very beautiful."

It suddenly whispered in Rand's ear.

Because of the way it speaks so smoothly, its hoarse, subtly accented voice sounds like some other creature, such as a grown man with a magnetic voice.

Rand felt a little uncomfortable, he reached out and touched Munster's head.

"Well, the sunrise is always beautiful."

He said.

Munster put his lips next to Rand's earlobe again.

"No...it's not...it's not the sun...it's Rand."

This time Rand blinked, and he turned his head to look at Munster, which obviously gave the latter some strange encouragement.

"Rand is beautiful...you are...prettier than the sun..."

……

After a moment of silence, Rand couldn't help laughing: "Oh God... where did you learn this?"

This level of praise can even be regarded as some kind of sweet talk.And Rand's previous experience made him never accept such frank praise from others.And he never thought that one day he would be judged "beautiful" by a monster.

"I'd rather you say I'm attractive," Rand said, "but thanks anyway..."

Then he got stuck.

According to custom, he should tell Munster by the way, that he appreciates its compliment and that it is actually beautiful.

But when Rand faced Munster's face, which was far from "beautiful" from any angle, he felt a little embarrassed.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally touched the tentacles on Munster's head.

"You...you are cute too."

He changed to a more conservative word, trying to avoid hitting the self-esteem of this creature that is different from ordinary people.

The effect of this sentence was very significant, the tentacles on Munster's head stood up quickly, and its tail flicked on the floor, looking very happy.

Oh, that's right, it looks ecstatically happy.

"Mun, Munster...will... become cuter...chirp...I...I like Rand the most, and Rand likes me the most!" When it was excited, its voice was inevitably dyed again. There were some chirps.But Rand bent down and hugged its flicking tail in fear.

"Oh, stop."

he said distressedly.

It was early morning, and Rand very much didn't want the sound of Munster's tail flick to cause any trouble to the residents downstairs.

When he hugged Munster's tail, the little monster immediately moved its body closer without hesitation.

"forgive me."

Rand let out a melancholy sigh for the first time today.

"I really can't hold you anymore."

Saying this, he hugged it in Munster's favorite way, the way the prince and princess hug in Disney cartoons.

"In the future... I... I can hold you... Rand... I... I can hold you forever..."

Munster immediately set up and said to Rand.

Of course, Rand never listened to the promise of the little monster in his arms.

……

While Rand Sievers on Pine Street in Kansas and his current pet Munster were enjoying some too sweet time for two, on the fourth floor of 140, the headquarters of Deep White Biotechnology in Washington, Caroline was taking a bath In the biggest nightmare of my life.

blood.

Lots of blood.

For Caroline, at this moment, it was as if the entire universe was floating in that stinky, cold blood.

"it's wired."

Her eyes were empty, and fragments of words without any normal logic spilled from her lips.

But in fact, she really found it strange. She always felt that the blood was warm. In all the stories, people always liked to use the word "warm" when describing the blood that had just flowed out of the body.

However, when she really felt the experience of the blood gushing out of her body, she discovered that the blood was actually cold.

Colder than anything.

She was sitting on the floor like a cheap toy that had lost all power, and there was a huge gash on her right shoulder from which the blood was pouring out.The cold blood seemed to have frozen all her nerves, and she almost couldn't even feel the existence of her right hand.In front of her, the original "Poseidon" team member has now become a broken body, his head is like a pumpkin crushed by a truck, it has become deflated, and the fragments of the skull are overflowing A brain that has been ground into a slurry.The hands that were holding the weapon tightly had been separated from his body at this time. Vincent grabbed the flesh at one end of the arm with his teeth, held the other end with both hands, and then happily put the gray-white bone and the bright red one on the The dripping bloody chunks of flesh were torn apart.And before he did it, he had already eaten the viscera of this unlucky man in front of Caroline, as well as the fatty buttocks and thighs.

In fact, both Caroline and the team member made extremely wrong decisions this night.

For example, in order to block the news, Caroline insisted on taking only one team member to the ward with the floor closed, and made contact with Vincent who had turned into a mermaid.

And it was here that the "Poseidon" team member made a fatal mistake.

He agreed to Caroline's order, and as to why he did so, there were actually good reasons.

As a mermaid mutant, Vincent is nothing to an experienced "Poseidon" team member.

Here, perhaps we should understand a little bit about the so-called "mermanization".

This is not a rare phenomenon. Mermaid cells have powerful regeneration and division capabilities, and sometimes they will directly erode the normal cells of the test subjects—monkeys, dogs, mice—in a terrifying way after the experiment. — No matter how low-level the animal is, there is a certain chance that such a mutation will appear after the experiment.They will have some characteristics of mermaids, but because of incomplete evolution, there will always be various serious defects.For the deep white experimenters, the experimental animals that appear as mermaids are not even worth conducting research.

They are just the lowest level of biological waste.

So, when Vincent, or rather, the mutant that used to be named Vincent Sievers, showed that almost demonic attack in front of the "Poseidon" team members and Caroline , "Poseidon" was torn into pieces in an instant.

Not to mention any attack, that human didn't even figure out what happened when his life was swallowed.

Even though its lower limbs are not well developed, Vincent possesses terrifying speed and strength. When it sprints, it seems that even the space can be torn apart by him.

Caroline had come into contact with some bred blue scales in the experiment. They were real mermaids, but she could swear that none of those mermaids could match the mutant Vinson.

Although there was no research data or evidence, she didn't even have time to think, but when she saw Vincent, she was sure of one thing.

If Wen Sen met those cultivated blue scales, he could easily tear them into pieces.

"Oh, Vincent, Vincent..."

Caroline called his name in her head.

This is her Vincent, her beloved Vincent.

Even if he has been reduced to the tragic state of being insane and like a beast, he still retains that incomparable and powerful ability.

Just as Vincent is unique to Caroline, Caroline firmly believes that she is also unique to Vincent.

Vincent must not hurt her.

however……

When Caroline tried to walk into Vincent, who was enjoying the feast of human flesh, she was greeted only by a hoarse and vulgar roar of threats—and a wound that almost cut her in half.

Vincent, showed no mercy to her at all.