Mermaid Effect

"Munster? Where are you?"

Rand sat on the bed. He lifted the quilt and heard his own voice... He seemed a little helpless and panicked.

Rand swore he wasn't a coward, but the silence in the room after he called made his stomach tighten.

"Click".

He tried to turn on the light, but after pressing the button, the room was still dark and the light was not on. It was only then that Rand noticed that the entire room was extremely dark, and the thin light of the street lamp that used to be faintly reflected on the ceiling was gone. gone.

There was a faint knocking sound after another from the window.

Rand staggered out of bed in the darkness and came to the window. When he opened the curtains, he realized that the whole of Kansas was covered in thick darkness.The strong wind carried raindrops and crackled on the glass windows, which was the source of the knocking sound Rand heard before.

It's a typhoon.

The typhoon paralyzed the power supply system in Kansas, but Rand, who was physically and mentally exhausted, hadn't noticed it in his sleep before.

His eyes quickly passed the dark window and then returned to the room.

He called Munster again, but as before, there was no answer from his slimy little monster.

Rand took a deep breath, then groped to find his phone.

Using the faint light from the phone screen, he began to check the rooms one by one—some animals would be scared by the impact of the storm, and Rand worried that Munster would be the same, maybe he was hiding in the house Some corner is shivering, he thought.

The bathroom was empty, and Rand went to the living room and kitchen again.

But there is no sign of Munster anywhere.

Rand felt his heart beating faster and faster.

"Oh, Munster, where have you been..."

He couldn't help muttering to himself, desperately opened his eyes wide, trying to find the figure of the little monster from the hazy darkness.He even couldn't resist checking the latches on the gate and balcony, they were all good and showed no sign of being opened.

On the other side of the transparent glass door of the balcony, there was a strong wind and heavy rain. When Rand looked up inadvertently, he saw his face reflected on the glass under the bluish-white light of the phone screen.

The man looked weak and anxious. For a brief moment, Rand even thought that what appeared there was a weak ghost instead of his own reflection. That "Rand" seemed so unreal that he almost jumped.

"Oh, damn it!"

Rand cursed under his breath.

He lowered the curtain of the balcony to turn around, and then saw the white shadow appearing behind him in the reflection.

The shadow slowly fell from behind him...

"God……"

Rand turned sharply and backed away.

He was really frightened this time, so that it took him a while to see what the "shadow" was.

It was a large mass of slime, more than two meters in diameter, and it almost occupied the ceiling of Rand's entire living room.

The slime fell down thickly like melted pitch, exuding a strange sweet and rotten smell.

It happened to be just a step or two behind where Rand had been before, and the color was an indescribable white... In such a weak light, the big lump of slime reflected faintly like some kind of fluorescent substance. of white rays.

Rand looked up in the direction where the mucus fell, only to realize that he forgot to look up at the ceiling when he was looking for Munster.If he had remembered Munster's troublesome wall-climbing problem in his panic, he might have found Munster already.

Although Munster's appearance at this time has changed completely from before...

"Snapped……"

The slime hit Rand's carpet with a wet slap.

Then after a while, there was another sound.

At the center of the slime was a translucent cocoon. Rand's phone light couldn't make him see what was inside, but what was certain was that something was slowly wriggling there.

Rand immediately remembered the disgusting cocoon that appeared in the aquarium when Munster molted before, but when he thought of the one in front of him, Munster's first cocoon seemed to be too cute many.

Rand's eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and the sweet and corrupt smell was getting thicker, but he didn't realize it at all... He swallowed a mouthful, and then found that his throat was dry.Apparently not everyone can keep calm when they see a two-meter-long cocoon that is constantly wriggling (and more importantly, crackling and smashing slime) appearing on their ceiling.

At least Rand didn't think he could.

He had to take a deep breath to force himself to associate the thing in sight with Munster.

There's nothing to be afraid of, that's Munster, it's an alien after all... he said to himself.

The evolution of creatures like Munster is somewhat different from that of humans, Rand tried to convince himself, but then he saw the "cocoon" wriggling violently.

Thick slime fell from the ceiling in a continuous stream, like it was raining.

"Squeak-"

Accompanied by the tearing sound that made teeth sore, Rand saw that part of the cocoon was torn, and a slender and pale hand stretched out with transparent mucus, each finger They stretched out tightly, as if they were resisting something.

Rand didn't notice that the webs had become less noticeable between the fingers of that hand, because at this moment all his attention was on the other hand that extended out from the cocoon, and then It is the long tail sticking out from the tail of the cocoon shell.

The scales of the slender tail flashed a bright blue color, but when it opened up nervously, you could clearly see that there were unusually conspicuous red spots in the gaps between the scales.

The tail was nearly two meters long, and after curling up and falling down, it shook desperately in the living room like a frenzied fish.

Rand watched as it shattered the glass on the coffee table.

Next is a vase.

……

"Hey man, did you hear that voice?"

In the room next to Rand, one of the two sleepy police officers suddenly looked up.

He didn't realize he had accidentally fallen asleep until he saw the coffee in his hand, and then he heard strange noises coming from the target's room.

He patted his companion awake, and the latter yawned and listened for a long time before attempting to bury his face in his arms again.

"Don't be nervous, this is a typhoon day, you will always hear the sound of all kinds of things breaking. Besides, no one would want to kill people in such a ghostly weather." He said.

But his nervous partner forced him to Rand Seavers' door.

"Mr. Sievers? Is everything all right with you?"

Disguised as apartment managers, they knocked on Rand Sievers' door.

It took a long time before they heard the voice of the son who had escaped death today from behind the door.

"I'm fine, thank you sir, the wind knocked some of the vases off my balcony, but other than that everything is fine."

Rand Sievers opened a crack in the door, and his pale face appeared in the darkness like a dead man about to pass away.A disgusting smell of sweet rot slipped out through the crack of the door.

It seems that even young masters don't have much taste in choosing perfume.

A police officer had this inexplicable idea in his mind, but he didn't pay much attention to the smell.

After getting Rand's answer that everything was fine and confirming his safety with his own eyes, the "Mr. Sleep" among the police officers gave his companion a "Look, I told you so" look.

He yawned and dragged his partner back to the room that was extraordinarily dark because of the power outage.

"I told you it was fine."

He said.

"Did you... feel that Rand Sievers' voice seemed a little... tense?"

After being silent for a while, his companion couldn't help but spoke with concern.

"God, I didn't know that surveillance can also make you have murder fantasies, in my opinion, he couldn't look any better..."

"Mr. Sleep" shrugged nonchalantly.

In reality, of course, Rand was anything but nice.

His legs were going limp after closing the door, and the only thing he could pray for now was that those two people in the dark didn't see the weird scene in his living room.

A long tail fell from the ceiling, twitching and flailing wildly.

Most of Munster's body was about to fall from the cocoon on the ceiling.

Rand could even hear the crack of the cocoon tearing, a strange figure that seemed to be gasping for air, its tail and arms writhing wildly at the same time. and struggling.Obviously, Munster was in a difficult situation, and Rand saw Munster's face several times.

Its face would appear behind the soft and moist cocoon shell as if it was covered by a rubber film, but after a long time, its face never tore the film.

Rand watched Munster's movements under the cocoon shell in horror. Gradually, he realized that Munster's struggle had become a little weak, and his heartbeat began to speed up crazily again.

"Munster? Are you all right?"

"Munster?"

……

Rand couldn't help asking stupidly a few times, but Munster, or rather, the human figure in the cocoon was just struggling frantically, and then struggling.

"I really hate this world."

Finally, Rand said to himself, he turned quickly and rushed into the kitchen, pulling a long bread knife from a drawer.

Immediately afterwards, he returned to the living room. At this moment, he could no longer care about how disgusting Munster's cocoon dripping with mucus was. He just stood on tiptoe, and then carefully inserted the knife into the white cocoon. .

That touch Rand didn't want to recall...but he finally managed to leave a very small opening in the cocoon.

Right next to Munster's vaguely humanoid head.

The opening quickly turned into a big opening under Munster's tearing and struggling, and the cocoon shell quickly burst open.

A large amount of transparent mucus stored inside it poured on Rand's head almost instantly, and then Rand only had time to see a solid white flesh fall off the cocoon.

Then it fell directly on top of his body.

Rand's mouth and nose were covered with mucus for an instant, and he couldn't even breathe.He could only frantically wipe his mouth and nose with his hands in an attempt to get some air, but the mucus was like glue, holding the suffocating sweet rot smell in his mouth and nose.

The mobile phone also fell to the ground in the unexpected incident just now, Rand's vision became dark, his eyes were also blurred, he struggled, and the heavy body was pressing firmly on him at this time body, he was almost unable to breathe...

That's when Rand felt something long, limp, wet (a stick of flesh, or something) pierce the mucus that stuck in his mouth and protrude into his mouth.

The moist and warm air was squeezed into Rand's mouth.

Then after a while, Rand felt it pull out, and the creature licked him clean bit by bit with the hot, wet, but nimble thing in the position it was lying on top of Rand. Mucus on De's face, from lips, to eyes...

When the tip of its tongue brushed Rand's eyelashes, Rand couldn't help flinching.

"Munster?"

he asked hoarsely.

……

It was a while before he heard the creature's response.

"It's me, Rand, here I am."

Munster said in a low voice.

His voice sounded like a fully human being.