Mermaid Effect

When the anesthetic was inserted into Vincent's body, it made a sound like a needle piercing thick rubber.

Caroline's angle was precisely chosen (although she was almost delirious by this time), and the needle pierced right through the base of the slightly flared scales on the back of Vincent's neck.

Vincent let out an extremely hoarse roar from the depths of his throat, and Caroline vomited almost as soon as she heard the sound. It felt like someone standing behind her with a baseball bat slammed her a stick.The indescribable pain plunged Caroline's head into chaos, so that when her body was slapped by Vincent to the corner, and then fell to the ground like a sandbag, she didn't feel too much. Much pain.

The yellow liquid quickly entered Vincent's body along the injection tube, and he quickly noticed that something was wrong, weak, weak, and loss of control over his body, although at this time it had almost lost all the remnants of the human period. Its intelligence, it still realized something was wrong with its bestial instinct.

That angry roar and a large amount of saliva gushed out of its mouth, it twisted its body (at this time its movements had begun to lose coordination), struggling to roll up the discarded mobile phone on the ground with its tongue, and then With blood-red eyes open, she walked step by step towards the culprit who made everything wrong, the woman.

If there is a God in this world, Caroline hoped that she could faint at this time. She was completely incapacitated due to the previous impact and Vincent's infrasonic attack, and her ribs and arms were broken, but it was this The pain miraculously kept her awake.She was like a broken doll, her hands and feet were twisted by the opponent at random in the corner, and she watched Vincent walking towards her in a monster state.

"You... this... damn..."

Her facial expression was completely distorted after seeing the cell phone that Vincent was holding cautiously in his mouth. In fact, even she herself was shocked by the deep-seated disgust and fear in her voice that could not be ignored.

She couldn't even shed tears anymore.

This is nothing short of a joke.

Deep in her heart, it seemed that someone was speaking to her.

For a moment, her soul seemed to split into two people, one remained in this broken and miserable body, enduring severe pain and experiencing everything like a nightmare.As for the other one, she flew high above the sky, separated from everything, calmly and rationally, watching all this like a machine.

And that voice is spoken by that soul.

Caroline's life was nothing but a joke.

You see, it's just like you think, even though it has become a real monster, it still has a "special person".

But, that person is not you at all.

The voice was like the whisper of a demon, lingering in Caroline's ears.

In Caroline's increasingly skewed vision, Vincent, oh no, that monster, moved more and more funny.

Its steps became shambling and its saliva became completely uncontrollable.

The roar that came out of its mouth was also weird because of the looseness of its vocal cords.

But Caroline knew it still wanted to hurt her.

She could see the cruelty and ferocity towards her that burst from the monster's four eyeballs.

That was completely different from the special gentleness it showed before when facing Rand's call.

With the anesthesia taking effect, the monster accidentally dropped the waste phone in its mouth when Caroline was less than two meters away in the game.

In fact, it still retains the bite force of its lower jaw at this time, and it only takes less than a second to jump up, bite through Caroline's fragile head, and suck the sweet brains inside.

Yet it stopped awkwardly.

"Ss-ss-Ran, Rand-"

The monster that used to be Vincent lowered its head, trying to continue biting the phone with its uncontrollable mouth.

But all this is in vain.

It no longer has any memory, no wisdom, and can only make extremely embarrassing, even ridiculous sounds, but the strange thing is that it can always pronounce the word "Rand" clearly.

Finally, in such a brief stalemate, the specially prepared anesthetic finally completely controlled Vincent's body.

"boom--"

Its huge body completely fell to the ground.

Unable to close his mouth, a small whimper escaped from his throat.Its eyes kept staring at the phone until the light inside completely disappeared.Its mouth opened and closed slightly, and its tongue tried to stick out in an attempt to roll up the phone, but in the end all it could do was pull it out convulsively.

After a few seconds, its body trembled, and then it finally became completely quiet.

It's comatose.

"Cough cough..."

Caroline coughed and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

The sound of a cutting machine came from the other side of the door of the ward. It seems that "Poseidon" used mechanical power to cut open the previously closed doors after realizing that something was wrong. They finally reached the last door. .

Caroline could even hear the soft clang of weapons clashing behind the door.

She didn't know where she got the strength, and finally resisted the pain that made people's vision black, and moved her body.Little by little, she crawled towards Vincent.

Then, with great effort, he grabbed the phone that was slippery with saliva and threw it out.

After doing this, she curled up beside the monster.

After Vincent turned into a mermaid and turned into a monster, she would rather it be completely reduced to biological garbage without even a shred of sanity—and she doesn't want it to retain the slightest trace of human attachment.

Caroline finally discovered this, and she let out a hoarse wail as she felt the coldness of her blood flowing from her body.

At the same time, the closed metal door made a loud and ear-piercing sound.

A light so bright as to make people feel dazzling jumped in, and at the same time, there were shadowy figures running towards her in a panic.

It's passed

……

美国

Kansas

"National Express" Editorial Center

Associate Editor's Office

"Mr. Sievers? Mr. Sievers?"

A hand waved in front of Rand's eyes, accompanied by an embarrassed voice.

Rand shuddered, blinked his eyes, and finally recovered from his contemplation.

"Ah, sorry."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled wryly at the other party.

Bennett was wearing a suit, holding a stack of documents that almost blocked his sight, and shrugged his shoulders at Rand.

"Oh, I get it," he said in a very reasonable manner, "after all, the first day at work is always a bit nerve-wracking..."

The place where they are located is the headquarters of the "National Express" in Kansas, the office of the deputy editor.

However, no matter how little Rand lacked common sense in this industry, he knew that his office was definitely beyond the normal range—even when the editor-in-chief with a flattering smile brought him to the office and opened the door. At that time, Rand felt an unspeakable embarrassment because of the extravagant decoration and office equipment inside.

The carpet is made of natural wool imported from Persia, covering every corner of the office. The desk is cut into a perfect geometric shape and placed above the handmade silver office supplies. There is a soft and oily light under the lights, and there is a whole set of bar counters for making cocktails in the office, and an exclusive coffee lounge is prepared on the other side.

All in all, an office that makes one understand why it took them so many working days to renovate.

Meticulously crafted, every corner has been considered, and Rand only needs to take a look to know that this is complete Vinson style.He didn't even doubt that the person who might have designed the entire office was Vincent himself, because only he had this level of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Oh Vincent...

Thinking of Vincent, Rand couldn't help falling into that anxiety again.

This gave Bennett a headache.

"Your complexion is not very good." He said tactfully, "Is it because you are not feeling well?"

In fact, when he saw Rand this morning, he was also taken aback by the emaciation and embarrassment on his body.

He even suspected that Rand didn't sleep last night, and the suit on his body exuded a somewhat suspicious atmosphere-if Bennett hadn't been in contact with Rand before, he would even think that Rand was a completely irresponsible person. Responsible playboy, fooled around with someone last night.

There was something wrong with Rand's worried aura, too. The job description in the morning was a disaster. Neither Rand, Bennett nor the rest of the editorial department wanted to recall it.

And Bennett was entrusted by the editor-in-chief of "National Express" as if to save his life.

"...I don't care what you do, but, Bennett, you've got to find a way to deal with that dude. Oh, don't put on that face, you said he was a nice guy, but look at him-- It's a 'nuke' - if he's really going to work, I think he'll destroy the whole paper. It's your responsibility, Bennett, to get him out of that luxury suite Live your own life here, don't bother us..."

In front of Rand Sievers, the editor-in-chief was a man with a kind smile, even a bit of a dog leg. He was so attentive that it made one's scalp tingle. His face was so naked.

Even Bennett couldn't help feeling a tinge of disgust for him.

Facing the man's greasy nose, Bennett suddenly felt an itchy feeling on his body as if something dirty... or a bug had crawled over it.

He scratched his stomach not too obviously, and smiled at the editor-in-chief.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll take care of him."

……

However, when he was really standing in the same office with Rand, he could more or less understand the editor-in-chief's worries.

Today's Rand seems to have lost his soul, he is frowning, and seems to be thinking about something forever.