Mermaid Effect

Contrary to Rand's expectation, under the attack of the newspaper, Munster did not become restrained as before.

Instead, its thick tail slammed to the ground, and its body jumped to the ceiling like a spring.

Being punished by his partner in front of another male in this way greatly angered Munster. Of course, he would never project his anger on Rand.

All the problems come from Rogers, the human male who broke into its territory rashly.

Before being dazzled by hormones, Munster was still able to maintain his tolerance for him (it was keenly aware of Rand's love for Rogers, and clearly knew that Rand would not like its attack on Rogers), but Now……

Please forgive this little monster who has been completely in a state of hyperactivity.

It's a goddamn rut after all.

Neither Rand Sievers nor Munster himself has yet realized what this means.

"Munster! Calm down!"

Rand looked at Munster worriedly, feeling overwhelmed by the other's abnormal behavior.There were waves of chills on his back, and a dark cloud of bad premonition spread over his chest.

Something is really wrong with Munster, and it has never shown such a ferocious posture like a beast in front of Rand before.It had to be said that this made Rand feel that it was extremely strange.

"Oh, come on, Rand, your pet looks really unfriendly."

While Rand was tense, Rogers, who was the target of Munster's attack, was not as calm as he appeared.

A normal person might feel weak from fear when encountering such a situation, but Rogers is by no means a normal person. On the contrary, every muscle in his body is tense and trembling slightly. The roots stood up, and the breathing began to quicken.Wandering in the extremely dangerous world all the year round, let his body have an instinctive response to "danger", just like it is now.

Although Munster was just hanging upside down from the ceiling and staring at him, in Rogers' view, this docile and sticky little monster under Rand's palm was actually the god of death...

The adrenaline in his body spurted from the extreme danger, and he stretched out the bright red tip of his tongue to lick his lips, feeling extremely excited.

"Rodgers?" Rand swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, he moved in front of Rogers without a trace, then frowned tightly and said, "I think it might be better for you to leave, I don't think Munster is very happy today. Right."

To be honest, he felt that Rogers didn't look quite right today, and he exuded an aura that made Rand's skin crawl, but Rand felt that it might be an illusion produced by himself in an extremely nervous situation.

Rogers laughed softly behind him: "Relax, Rand, it's just jealous, it seems that your little pet has already regarded you as its property."

"Munster is not a pet..."

"...you have to let it learn to accept reality, and it is not suitable for being a thing other than a pet."

Rogers didn't wait for Rand to finish speaking, he shrugged his shoulders, showing a deliberate indifference, then he approached Rand, put his arm around Rand's shoulder, and deliberately put his arms around Rand's arm. I stroked it twice.

Like a child playing with fire, sometimes you know the consequences will be serious, but you just can't control yourself.For long-established and highly skilled killers like Rogers (who are often out of their minds), teasing a dangerous monster and putting himself in a dangerous situation is nothing short of entertaining.

And he did.

Munster immediately fell into a rage, and its claws clawed at the wall and quickly crawled to a place that Rand could not reach.It lowered its head, its silver hair squirmed and opened, trembling like a threatened poisonous snake, its eyes and teeth shone with small sparkles, and its bloodthirsty eyes locked on Rogers.

It wanted to kill Rogers—and Rand could feel that clearly.

Just as Rand thought, a few seconds later, Munster swung his tail and rushed towards Rogers.

Its movements were more sensitive and fierce than any other animal. It miraculously turned a corner in the air and bypassed Rand who was standing in front of Rogers, and then opened its sharp teeth and bit down on the murderous killer.

It was only a short moment, but for Rand, time seemed to be slowed down by God invisibly.

He saw Munster's grinning mouth, the blood-red and long and narrow slit seemed to go all the way to the bottom of his ear, and its mandible was astonishingly opened as if it had been flipped open, revealing a row of dagger-like sharp teeth. Teeth and the anemone-like mouthparts inside the mouth, with a ring of thin teeth growing on the top of the mouthparts.

Those terrifying attacking organs went straight towards Rogers, and in the next second the mouthpart would be directly inserted into Rogers' temple, crushing his soft yellowish brain, and its lips would wrap around the human head, The tooth was firmly lodged in his skull and even the most violent struggles couldn't make it slide off the round bone until it sucked the luscious sticky fluid out of that body.

Without Rand, Munster could have easily done this.

but……

And that's without Rand.

The reality is that Rand let out a hysterical scream, and he instinctively reached out to try to push Rogers away. When he saw him, Munster's tail slapped the wall hard, in such a small space It adjusted its trajectory with astonishing control, eventually avoiding Rand.

But the angle it threw at Rogers before was so tricky, and its desire to kill him was so strong, so Munster inevitably hurt Rand even when the angle was changed.

The thorn in its ear had left a long, deep gash on Rand's arm, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

……

"Rand!"

Munster fell heavily to the ground. It turned its head and looked at the wound on Rand's arm in shock. The scales instantly turned gray-blue due to the shock.

"Damn it! Rand, you're hurt!"

It was Rogers who spoke next, and he took a step back, staring at Rand's wound.

For Rand, the pain from the elbow was like a small knife poking his nerves. The wound was hot, as if a fire was burning, and the blood pooled into a small dark pool under his feet. shadow.

Oh damn my rug.

At this time, I don't know why Rand only thought of the carpet in his head. Maybe it was because of blood loss that he felt that he didn't even have the basic thinking ability.Then his body shook a bit.

Munster rushed over and tried to support Rand, but at the moment he smelled the familiar smell of water, for some reason, what appeared in Rand's mind was the terrifying scene he saw before, which made him The disgusting mouthparts, the gaping jaw and the bloodthirsty eyes...

Before Rand knew it, his body moved by itself.He barely took two steps back, avoiding Munster.

……

His range of motion was not large, but it was enough for Munster to realize Rand's rejection of it.

Almost at the same time, this little monster, which was like a killing weapon not long ago, completely froze in place as if it had been petrified. Its lips trembled slightly, and at the same time, its arms still kept the initial raised position. posture.

It stared blankly at the pale-faced Rand, the killing desire brought by the hormones had been completely washed away by fear and blame.It touched its ear carefully, and felt a drop of bright red blood on the thorn - from Rand.

Oh, it hurt Rand.

It actually hurt Rand...

Munster felt that this was the worst nightmare he had encountered in his life. He stood there with his tail tucked blankly not far from Rand, looking at him with helpless and apprehensive eyes, as if he was about to cry .

"Rand?" It panicked and whispered, its body trembling slightly, but after considering Rand's previous move to avoid him, it still didn't dare to move a step, "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Its voice was distinctly nasal.

"I... I'm fine, don't worry, Munster."

Rand said perfunctorily to the petrified little monster, he took a deep breath, the blood was still gushing out, this is a bad sign, he pressed the upper edge of his arm hard to try He stopped the bleeding, but he only let his other hand be stained with the sticky, warm blood.

To make matters worse, his vision started to go dark.

Rand was worried that he would faint from the blood loss from the wound, and he would have to go to the hospital if he did, thinking of the group of reporters outside the apartment...

Oh no, absolutely not like that.

Rand bit his lips hard (although he soon found that his lips were bitten like someone else's) to clear the messy thoughts in his head, and then he said dryly: "Rodgers ? I think I need your help."

With his back pressed against the door, Rogers looked terrified, his eyes glued to Rand's wound.

The blood-red gash on the fair skin...

His breathing became faster than before, and a blush welled up on his cheeks.

If Rand hadn't been injured at this time, he might have noticed that something was wrong with Rogers, but now he simply thought that Rogers was frightened by Munster's previous behavior-in fact, even he himself was frightened.

"I... I'm sorry for Munster's behavior, but, if possible, can you please help me get the first aid kit out of the room?"

Rand said.

"Rand..."

Munster tried to move a step to Rand's side, and it never met Rogers again, which made Rand heave a sigh of relief.

But at the same time, Rand didn't have the energy to respond to Munster's pitiful call.

He could feel Munster staring at him, but he didn't respond to it, and he didn't know how to respond to it.

The rusty smell of blood filled the air.

Rand felt dizzy for a while.

"Hey, are you crazy? Your wound needs stitches and a first aid kit won't save you!"

He heard Rogers object, but all he could do was shake his head.

"No, I can't go to the hospital, and now I can't get the attention of those reporters anymore."

Rand insisted on this, and Rogers was eventually persuaded by him.

He fetched a first-aid kit from his home ("I'm afraid to go into your room in front of your little pet right now" - he cried pitifully), and tried to bandage Rand's very badly wounded the wound.

The blood gushing from the wound almost completely soaked the first roll of bandages, after which Rogers had to stuff Rand's wound with a padded medical tampon—an army item in which tampon balls are compressed in a In the containers of the bullets, they would be stuffed into the cavities of severe wounds, and when filled with blood, they would expand to stop the bleeding, which was very effective, but also very painful.

Rand's face was as white as paper, and beads of sweat covered his cheeks.

Rogers took a deep breath of the rust-smelling air in an unnoticed place, and then happily admired Rand's horrific wound for others, and he forced himself to use it after a short while. Another roll of bandages helped Rand bind the wound.

"It looks like your wound has temporarily stopped the bleeding, but it won't last long and you will eventually have to go to the hospital."

When Rogers raised his head, he had put on his gentle and friendly neighbor's face again, and Rand showed him a very forced smile.

"Let's wait until it gets dark. At that time, we are more likely to sneak out without disturbing the guys outside."

Rand said.

Rogers rubbed his eyebrows, he could only give in to Rand's stubbornness, and then he left Rand's apartment considering Munster.

"I will come to take you to the hospital at night, and then...you can find me if you need it before that, and I will pay attention to your side...I know I should stay here with you, but..."

As the door closed, Rogers explained earnestly, but Rand interrupted him.

"I understand, sorry, Rogers, I didn't expect Munster to be like this..."

Rand couldn't even force a wry smile now.

There is no way to cover up, or explain Munster's aggressive behavior. If it weren't for Rand's blocking today, he believed that Munster could have fatally injured Rogers.

This made Rand feel disbelief and... fear?

Rand didn't know how to describe his current mood.He wanted to tell himself it was just an accident, but the burning wound on his arm reminded him how dangerous Munster was.

And it launched the attack after Rand stopped it.

Rand always felt that he could control Munster's behavior (so even after it showed a terrible attack ability, he still didn't think it could cause any harm to others), but it turned out that this was just an illusion .

Rand's fingertips were as cold as ice, but the wound was so painful that he wanted to scream.

Rogers and he did not continue the topic of Munster.

Although after closing the door, Rand knew that he still had to face Munster's problem.

He can't escape this.