Mermaid Effect

Two days later—

美国

Kansas

09:25AM

"...uh...hey Vincent...I don't know if you can take this call, but I called anyway...I don't know how you're doing...I spoke to Caroline earlier , and then I realized... maybe I should..."

Rand, holding his phone, stuttered and finally couldn't take it anymore, and after a frustrated "Damn," he canceled the recording.Then he fell heavily on the bed, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.

The phone screen had returned to darkness, and it gave off a strange smell from the weird slime that surrounded it two days ago.

It was the first time that Rand summoned up the courage to call the number that could directly reach Vincent, but after a long period of mental preparation, he was greeted by a voicemail box.

It has to be said that this made Rand feel unspeakable anxiety and panic. Caroline's previous attitude towards him made him have various bad guesses about Vincent's condition. Needles made him feel restless.

Under normal circumstances, Rand would go to Washington to confirm Vincent's safety with his own eyes anyway, but for him now, this is extremely difficult...

"Bang bang bang-"

The door was knocked.

"I'll be right there."

Rand yelled towards the gate, and he tried to get up from the bed, but a pair of cold and pale hands stretched out from under the quilt, wrapping around Rand's waist.

Munster's face, which at first glance might remind one of the protagonist of a Japanese horror movie, was pressed against Rand's waist, rubbing Rand's shirt like a newly weaned pet dog.

It sniffed the scent of perfume in the air that humans couldn't detect, and then said to Rand, "It's Rogers."

"Uh, thanks for letting me know...well, let me go, Munster, I have to go and open the door for him, or we'll both be hungry."

"I don't like him, I don't need his food, I can hunt for you..."

Rand sighed again, ignoring Munster's sincere proposal.He reached out and touched Munster's long, disheveled silver hair, trying to push it away but failed.Instead, Munster turned his head when Rand stretched out his hand, and licked Rand's fingers one by one with his lips.

"Rand..." It kept shouting this name, happy for its finally complete vocalization system, at least it now calls Rand's name so low and full of magnetism - this is the sound that humans like .

"Your breath smells like honey and roses..."

It licked its own lips where Rand's finger had just touched it, and sighed intoxicated (he learned these poor compliments from the old TV series), oblivious to the contorted facial expression of the human beside him.

Obviously, a certain little monster didn't realize the impact that its current appearance had on an ordinary human being.

Rand was trying to adjust to the way it was now, but it was harder than he thought.

First of all, Munster's body... To put it more rigorously, part of its body is completely similar to that of a man in his prime.Even though its lower body remains fishy (and even that is questionable now), its unusually muscular build and broad chest make it look completely different.It only needs one hand to hold Rand in its arms, and even a coffee cup can be placed firmly on the well-developed chest muscles.

As an adult normal human male without any strange sexual fetishes, Rand is full of physical resistance to Munster's current appearance, but what makes people feel distressed is that after the change in appearance, Munster's body looks like a small The animal-like clinginess and coquettish personality have intensified.

In other words, it has already noticed Rand's resistance to the current it, and the strong sense of insecurity forces it to become more clingy than before, and it is more eager to draw from Rand the pampering it once had.

- It's a vicious circle.

For Rand, Munster's previously lovable quality has become his greatest distress.

Just like now, when Munster tried to take Rand's fingers in his mouth, Rand almost bristled like a frightened cat and jumped up and screamed.

Fortunately, Rand eventually held back, considering the blow Munster would receive if he did so.

Braving goosebumps, he broke free from Munster's loving embrace, walked quickly to the door, and opened the door for Rogers, who had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"You know? Rand, sometimes I really have the illusion that I just happened to disturb something about you and your little pet—well, don't show that expression, it's just a joke That's all..." Rogers came in muttering, holding two plates in his hand, one was bright red "venison", and the other was unappetizing boiled beans, spinach puree and meatballs .

There was an expression on his face that he couldn't hide when he saw the slime lingering in the living room.

"Oh God, I don't think I'll ever get used to this," he said.

The goo left behind by Munster's transformation is one of Rand's toughest life challenges right now.

They were dry after a few hours, hard and malleable at the same time, and getting them off the carpet, walls and ceiling of a room was like digging a subway tunnel into hell.

Rand shrugged and smiled wryly at Rogers.

"Hey, don't bring this up, I'm worried I'll have indigestion..." Then he stared at the food on the plate, paused and continued, "Although I already have some indigestion just looking at this."

Rogers rolled his eyes at him.

"God, I've tried my best, at least you don't have food poisoning, which is already a huge improvement! If I can, I also hope to find takeaway, sushi, Chinese food, even pizza, but only if those people Willing to break through the 'Maginot Line' outside your door! I heard that the delivery guy who delivered your pizza was about to be harassed by the reporters until he collapsed."

While speaking, he walked to the window and carefully opened a corner of the curtain.

The reporters' vehicles were parked outside Rand's apartment, and the idle reporters were like vultures guarding the dead body, watching under Rand's apartment.

—they constitute the second serious dilemma of Rand's life.

It was just such a small movement of opening the curtain, but Rogers was still very keenly aware that some reporters had raised their high-powered binoculars vigilantly.

"Damn..."

He quickly lowered the curtains, and called out to Rand in horror.

"I didn't realize you were such a horrible celebrity before."

There was more bitterness in the wry smile on Rand's face, and he didn't even dare to approach the window—even though the curtains had been lowered, he was still full of instinctive fear of that place.

"Probably because Vincent was still there at that time..." After mentioning Vincent, his heart tightened for a moment because of the tingling pain, Rand's face changed slightly, but he continued quickly, "And, at that time I haven't encountered that damned explosion yet, and I haven't been involved in that damned dismemberment case after the assassination..."

……

After mentioning the "dismemberment case", both Rand and Rogers fell silent.

Of course, Rand was because of that suppressed anger, while Rogers... He blinked, and a flash of joy flashed across his eyes.

That horrific murder broke out yesterday—after Rand thought he couldn't be more unlucky.

The FBI removed Rand from protective surveillance this morning after linking the dismemberment victim to the newspaper bombing.But this didn't make Rand feel even the slightest bit of relief.

The dozens of people who were brutally murdered happened to be the main messenger of the bombing of the newspaper office, and Rand Sievers, who had been involved in the serial murder case more than ten years ago.

Cooperate with all kinds of rumors and gossips that have been entwined with Shenbai Biotechnology recently.

Money, tragedy, massacres... Rand is like a piece of bloody flesh exposed to the flies, almost teasing the bloodthirsty nerves of the entire American media to the point where they cannot extricate themselves.The entire United States fell into a carnival, and intensive reports swept through all media platforms like a storm.

Thanks to the building's security measures that prevented those reporters from entering the apartment, but at the same time, Rand was completely trapped in his own home by those damn reporters, relying on Rogers to bring him food and daily necessities.

He dared not appear in the eyes of the media at all. You know, even the bag of garbage he threw yesterday was picked up by the reporters—10 minutes later he saw every piece of garbage in it on various social media The big picture and the speculation about him.

This feeling is simply disgusting, as unbearable as if someone mentally dissected him...

Perhaps because Rand's face was too scary, Rogers suddenly walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Dude, that's none of your business, you're just unlucky, take heart, you know, your 'dog' is counting on you."

"Please, don't bring this up."

Rand wiped his face vigorously, begging Rogers to let him go.

Rogers' face became serious.

"I think it's going to be a big nuisance, especially in a situation like this, and you've got to figure it out. If it's just you, I might be able to get you out of here, out of here, you know I'm in the outskirts There is a cabin..."

"puff--"

A jet of water almost sprayed directly on Rogers' body.

Of course, he dodged with incredible agility.

"Munster?!"

Rand stood up, and was shocked to see that the "dog" Rogers was talking about was angrily leaning on the back of the sofa, making threatening noises.Its long hair spread behind it like the tail feathers of a peacock.

Rogers jumped up and stepped back.

"Whoa, man, calm down man..."

"Rand is mine! Only mine! He's not going anywhere!"

It was uncharacteristically outraged at Rodgers' intimate encounter with Rand (although the so-called "intimate encounter" was merely a pat on the shoulder).

The hormones flooding the body of this young fish in the early stage of estrus make it full of naked desire for its partner, and at the same time, its self-control will be extremely reduced, and its emotions will be extremely high-of course, it will not know this.

And neither will Rand.

So after Munster showed Rogers his blue-veined muscles, hair-like tentacles full of tiny poisonous glands, and sharp teeth inside his mouth, and tried to attack him—he couldn't bear to grab the newspaper on the coffee table and slapped it hard. It hit it on the forehead.