Mermaid Effect

"Cough cough cough..."

Rogers coughed violently after hearing what Munster said.

He looked as if he was going to laugh wildly, but he finally managed to hold back considering Rand's mood.

"Come on, Rand, sometimes you just can't control the education of your kids."

He said to Rand, whose face was completely red, in a frivolous and humorous tone, and a strange excitement that was deliberately suppressed shone in the eyes that were dyed purple by colored contact lenses.

"It's not funny, Rogers."

Rand said through gritted teeth.

Then he charged at Munster again, and forcibly wrested the stenciled clumps from it, to his great embarrassment.Munster was very aggrieved, he groaned, and the tip of his tail slipped on Rand's thigh indistinctly.

"I... I gave Rand... teeth, Rand... gave me... hair..."

The tentacles on its head stand tall, and a bright blue color emerges from its scales.

It said this to Rand, trying to get back the balls of paper that were stained with leg hair.

"puff--"

Rogers sneered again from the sidelines, and he shrugged after receiving Rand's murderous gaze.

"I have to say, your little monster is actually quite talented. I should write this down and tell my group of boys. I can guarantee that they will be as hard as cannonballs in an instant."

Rand took a deep breath, and then another, and he could feel his calm melting away like an ice cube in the sun.

And it was at this time that the door of the storage room was pushed violently.

The mop lever made a loud noise on the doorknob, and Rand was taken aback. At the same time, there was an angry muttering from outside the door.

"Oh shit, whoever the fuck is in there, you better get out!"

……

Rand's body trembled slightly, and he involuntarily opened his mouth to say "sorry" habitually, but Rogers reached out and covered his mouth at this moment.

In the dim light, he blinked at Rand, and then he leaned against the door panel and let out an ambiguous gasp on purpose.

A barrage of curses came from the man outside, and he kicked the door angrily before roaring inside.

"Okay, ok, you win! Why can't you just honestly do it in your own homes? I don't care how far you've gone but I'll be back in 5 minutes if the door isn't open by then I'll just call the guards! Damn it! Toilets and storage rooms, can't you fucking have some public morals? Why do people always have to work in places like this?!"

The man cursed angrily and walked away.

As his footsteps gradually became smaller, Rand felt that his shirt was soaked in cold sweat. Compared with his nervousness, Rogers seemed extraordinarily calm.

"Don't worry, they will always encounter this kind of thing, and they should be used to it."

He said.

Rand rolled his eyes at him, then turned and shoved Munster into the wheelchair.

"I'll discuss this with you later, we have to get out of here now."

……

What happened next went even smoother than Rand had imagined.

He and Munster leave by the hospital gate instead of the emergency door.Just like Rogers told Rand, there were a large number of reporters at the door of the hospital, and fortunately none of them seemed to realize that the "female" in a short black one-piece dress was their target Rand West Firth - in the end they had to focus the interview on another person, Bennett, the special assistant of Rand Sievers, who escaped in order to chase Rand who suddenly left the company.

In any case, he can be said to be full of stories, but this is another story.

Let's turn the timeline back to the present.

Thanks to Rogers' enthusiastic help, Rand and his little monster made it back to the tiny apartment before the FBI agents moved in next door.

Although he only left here for a very short period of time, after returning home, Rand felt that he had been away for a long time.

After this period of life, this apartment has been stained with Rand's own atmosphere: the scattered clothes, the magazines on the coffee table, the fish tank in the living room, and the fresh water that lingers in the apartment fishy smell.Strictly speaking, it is far less beautiful than when Vincent first gave it to Rand, but the current state of the house makes Rand feel more at ease.

"Thank you, Rogers."

Rand turned his head and said sincerely to Rogers.

"You're welcome, your women's clothing is pretty good, but don't forget to remove your makeup."

This is Rogers' sincere answer.

Rand's body stiffened in embarrassment... Seeing his appearance, Rogers showed that smile again. He walked over and gave Rand a warm hug.

"Hey Rand, take it easy, everything will be fine."

Rand gave him a forced smile.

Honestly, he didn't think things were going to get any better...

And just as Rand thought, at night, the house next to him that had been vacant for a long time was occupied by plainclothes police, and there was an overly tidy hatchback cleaning truck downstairs—that was the Those in the know only need to take a look to know that the car of the bored surveillance personnel is sitting there.

Rand moved his face away from behind the gap in the curtain, sighed deeply, and turned his gaze to Munster.

He had meant to educate Munster about his erratic interest in the hair on his legs earlier.

However, at this moment, it was lying on Rand's sofa, looking weak and very depressed, and even the mucus on its body became scarce.

Rand immediately forgot about education.

He felt that something was wrong with Munster, but he couldn't judge what was the reason.

He was anxious and had a bad premonition at the same time.

"Hey, Munster? Are you all right?"

He walked over and touched Munster's head lightly, and found that its tentacles were softer and rotten than usual... that kind of touch was very bad.

That's right, the touch of Munster's tentacles was very unacceptable before this, but it will definitely not be as soft as it is now, without a trace of elasticity.

Like two rotten seaweeds, Rand even felt that a little force would completely rot those two fragile little things.

At the same time, Munster's scales became distorted. They had always maintained that dusty state. Rand thought it was because of frustration at first, but now when his fingers touched those scales, He noticed that the slime covering the scales was losing its stickiness, and they smelled strongly fishy.

"Rand..."

Munster raised his head reluctantly, and he groaned and rested his head on Rand's knee.

"I really like Rand..."

It muttered softly, grabbing Rand's hand with both hands and placing it on its face.

"My God, Munster?" Rand exclaimed, looking at the little monster on his lap in shock.

Its body is heating up.

This monster has a fever.

……

In another apartment across the corridor, Rogers, or rather, "Spider", retracted his fingers, and the soft curtains fell back, covering the abrupt hatchback downstairs.Contrary to the anxious Rand, he looked relaxed and happy, even humming a soft tune.

In his room came the soft hum of the printer, and a few seconds later, a photo landed on the other side of the printer.

Rogers walked over, he reached out and picked up the photo, looked at it, and smiled with satisfaction.

Then he put that photo in a frame and stood it on the bedside table, juxtaposed with another frame above it.

Rogers took two steps back, looking at the two photos in front of him with his arms around his chest.

"Today is very pleasant for me, mom, he fits your skirt better than I thought, so beautiful...I can't wait to let him enjoy the beautiful art beyond the laws of this world with me, I'm looking forward to that day..."

In two photographs on the bedside table, two women (one needs to be in quotation marks) who look very similar at first glance are standing in the same black skirt and black wig in the photo paper.

It's just that one of them has an embarrassed expression, his breath is jerky, and the background is a messy storage room.

The other person had a sweet smile, and almost every inch of her skin was shining. She stood in front of the luxurious villa with two boys on her hands.

... What Rand will never know is that "Rose Red Rose's Secret Garden" is not the name of the erotic clothing store he imagined, but a special clothing repair shop specializing in clothing restoration.

And the short skirt he was wearing was exactly what the kidnapper "Lilith" wore when he committed suicide 16 years ago.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that Rand is very similar to you even in this respect, Mom, he will always be the focus of the world..."

Rogers spoke to the withered corpse on the bed in a sweet and illusory tone. He seemed to be speaking to a living person. If anyone could see this scene, he would probably be overwhelmed by the indescribable sense of distortion. And screamed.It is a pity that there is no real living person in Rogers' apartment except himself. The corpses he put in the bathtub can only stare blankly at a corner with blue-gray eyes. The "venison" that has been cut in the dish slowly oozes bright red blood on the plate.

Rogers and his mother talked softly for a while, and there were some small noises outside the door.

It was the plainclothes group, and someone brought them pizza and hot coffee.After observing them for a while, Rogers returned to the window. The hatchback was a little more obtrusive than he had imagined.

"While it's nice to be in the spotlight, it's a long way off now, is it?"

He said softly to himself.