Mermaid Effect

Munster's move undoubtedly put Rand under pressure.

He blamed himself for the resistance he had unconsciously shown, but for God's sake, the accident in the bathroom made Rand involuntarily begin to notice something about Munster that he had overlooked... s things.

For example, its muscles bulge like baked buns in every movement, its thick and hard back like a stone, its extremely flexible and well-developed tail...

It has more and more masculine breath.

If Rand had been a young woman, he might have been better able to accept Munster's affection for him, but considering his male identity, this sticky relationship between the two made him feel strong. do not adapt.

However, Munster has such a pure and innocent personality...

"It was a disaster."

After driving Munster out of the room with a dry laugh, and then fell on the bed, Rand sighed and covered his face with his hands, muttering to himself.

The faint scent of roses wafted through his nose, making him dizzy even more.

...wait, rose scent?

Rand suddenly had a quick wit and came back to his senses.

He remembered this smell, and when that "accident" happened, he became distraught because of this weird smell.

He sat up abruptly from the bed, sniffed, looking for the source of the smell.

It emanates from Rand himself.

"What the hell are you doing..."

Rand couldn't believe what he had found.

But the fact is that, he sniffed himself in a very funny manner, quite sure that the faint smell of roses was emanating from himself.

The fever and the dealings with Munster just now made him covered in cold sweat, and the parts that should have smelled of sweat now smelled ridiculously of that faint rose smell.

"Lan...de...you lick...so sweet..."

I don't know why the weird behavior that Munster showed before suddenly appeared in Rand's mind, and there was his extremely embarrassing speech.

Unexpectedly, he stuck out his tongue and licked the palm of his hand.

He tasted a trance-like sweetness.

Beyond any known taste, it seems to soak all your nerves in an instant, sweet, sweet, happy...

All the good experiences that human beings know seem to be condensed and ignited on the nerves, and at the same time, it seems that a pair of arms tightly hugged Rand's body and even his soul, dragging him into the sweet dream.

The arms were wet, the muscles were wet and cold, and the scaly tail squeezed in between Rand's legs, wrapping around him, and the cold, silky long hair wrapped his body...

"Oh, Rand..."

It whispered in Rand's ear.

Rand didn't know that he fell into a trance directly in reality.

His body fell heavily back on the bed, his breathing began to become rapid, his body temperature rose sharply, his pupils dilated and accompanied by a certain degree of spasm.

After a few minutes, all symptoms disappeared.

Like an ebbing sea, the illusion of bliss fades away, leaving behind a gritty, dreadful reality.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Rand lay flat on the bed and looked at the ceiling, panting heavily, his heartbeat was still intense, but slowly calming down.

He needs a new pair of underwear.

——The next second, he stumbled up and rushed to the bathroom, starting another round of vomiting.

"Rand? Are you all right?"

Perhaps it was the movement in the bathroom that alarmed Munster, and its voice came vaguely from outside the door.

And the moment he heard that voice, Rand's first reaction was to slam the bathroom door and lock it.The extreme shame and panic almost made Rand explode. He couldn't imagine what would happen if Munster found out what happened to him now—maybe he would shoot himself directly.

The matter may not be that serious, Rand's rationality screamed desperately in his mind, trying to calm himself down, but the voice was quickly drowned in Rand's chaotic emotional storm.

He leaned his back against the door panel, and after a while, he opened his mouth dryly.

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

He said.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

He washed his face with cold water, then raised his head while supporting the sink.His face was reflected in the mirror—his cheeks were still rosy, there seemed to be water in his eyes, and his lips were bright and bloodshot.It's almost like writing a line of "yes, I had a hair just now" on the forehead.

Rand wanted to punch the face in the mirror.

"No, man, you gotta calm down, you gotta figure out what's going on."

He spoke to his reflection.

Vol2

"Hey man, are you sure you're okay? I think this is kind of weird."

Rogers carefully sat on the chair in Rand's living room, and said to his friend in front of him with a strange expression.

The time is the next day.

The weather was fine and the sky was blue.Even though it was still morning, the temperature was one hundred degrees Fahrenheit.The sunlight was golden, leaving a bright line of light on the floor through the curtains.

It should have been a beautiful day, but the atmosphere hovering in Rand's apartment was extremely depressing and... weird.

For example, Rand Sievers now.

His eye sockets were red, apparently he hadn't slept at all, his hair was disheveled and wet, his cheeks were sunken inwards: no matter how he looked at it, he was very haggard.At this time, he was holding a hand under Rogers' nose.

"...I think you said something wrong? Uh, you knocked on my door early in the morning and asked me to risk my life to come to your house just to let me... smell you?"

Rogers blinked and looked towards the corner of the room seemingly inadvertently. Munster curled his tail and stared at Rogers' direction.Today it appears to be more restrained and quiet than ever before, but even if it is not a professional killer, Rogers can clearly feel the astonishing murderous aura from it.

He sat back involuntarily, and then took out the powder compact to touch up the powder, so as not to sweat the face and make the makeup greasy.

"That's right," Rand said to Rogers, rubbing his temples, "you just need to tell me what you smell."

"You know, Rand, I do have some eccentric companions, and I don't care about that," Rogers shrugged, "but I don't really want the friendship between the two of us to become that kind of relationship, Really, even I want normal friends every once in a while, and you..."

"Rogers! Shut up, it has nothing to do with what you said, you just need to tell me what you think I smell like."

Rand interrupted him unbearably, and then said to him with a pale face.

The bleak smell on his body made Rogers stunned. After hesitating for a while, the latter finally closed his chattering mouth, leaned over in a very frightening way, and sniffed Rand's arm.

Munster in the corner stood up instantly, and Rogers could even feel its scorching gaze, but unexpectedly, it did nothing in the end.

Where Rand didn't know, Rogers twitched his lips.

"uh, I don't know what answer you want to hear, but to be honest, I think you're just smelling like Armani shaving cream and some cheap off-the-shelf body wash...do you want me to recommend a men's cologne? "

he said.Then he saw that Rand's face in front of him seemed to have become even more bleak.

In fact, it was as if he had been slapped out of thin air, and his whole breath became weak.

It's like taking a huge hit.

"Rodgers, do you know? From my own smell, I only have a disgusting smell of roses..." Rand hesitated again and again, but the huge psychological pressure still made him involuntarily express his discovery, and this passage. Time's encounter told Rogers.

Out of shame, of course, Rand didn't mention his bathtub kiss with Munster or his gaffe that night.

"...All in all, I think there must be something wrong with me."

Rand finally concluded.

……

Rogers was silent for a long time with a very strange expression, he looked at Rand.

Maybe he thinks I'm crazy... Rand looked back at Rogers, thinking bitterly in his heart.

To be honest, if the situation was reversed, maybe he would think the same way.

Even Rand himself sometimes felt that maybe the real problem was his brain.

But to Rand's gratitude, Rogers didn't think he was crazy, as he thought.

"Uh, sometimes people have problems like this." Rogers looked serious, "I know some cases that can cause loss of smell, such as Parkinson's or epilepsy... Of course, I think things It’s not that serious, in my opinion, you may just be troubled by the aftereffects of the anesthetic. And most importantly, you are still running a fever, and your physical condition may also cause the loss of sense of smell.”

"But……"

But I even hallucinated because of my own sweat and I had a damn one!

Rand opened his mouth. He almost wanted to growl, but in the end he didn't.

There was no way he could tell Rogers about this.

And... In the hallucination at night, there was another thing that Rand could hardly face-Munster.

The wet arms, the thick tail and its low murmur.

Rand really didn't understand why he thought of it.

"Hey Rand?"

Rogers waved his hand in front of the dazed Rand.

"You know what my advice is? You go back to bed, give yourself some cold medicine and get a good night's sleep, and wait until you're completely healed, and then we'll deal with the smell of roses or peppermint or whatever—if at that Sometimes there are still problems, we can go to the hospital to check again. Or you can also call your brother, my God, you know your brother is from a biotechnology company, and he will always find a way to solve the problem. "

"But……"

"There's nothing wrong with it. God, you're a big man, it's just a small problem, and you look like you're going to scare yourself to death! Believe me, it's not a big deal."

Rogers spread his hand towards Rand. It has to be said that his words are very convincing, and this explanation is very convincing.

At least Rand thought so.

Rand gave him a very forced smile.

"Thanks, Rogers, I think you're right..."

Afterwards, he sent Rodgers out the gate. (Given Munster's presence, Rogers will try to avoid spending too much time in Rand's apartment, well, it makes Rand feel bad).

However, after closing the door, his forced smile disappeared instantly.

Rand no longer thought about the abnormality of his body, but another thing that annoyed Rand was brought to Rand's eyes by Rogers.

Rogers mentioned Vinson, which made Rand's already abnormally depressed mental state even worse.

During the period when he was besieged by the paparazzi in the apartment, he made countless calls trying to contact Vincent.

But the response was not optimistic.

Rand sat on the ground, picked up his mobile phone and dialed the only number he could make, and then leaned against his ear.

"...Caroline, it's me."

He spoke to the person on the other end of the phone.

Vol3

"Rand, I thought I made it clear to you—I know you're worried about Vincent, but for God's sake, you need to figure out where you are. You're the chef of everyone. If you really come to Washington, the goddamn media lunatics will target Vincent! Do you really want that? The board of directors is stalking Vincent's position, and the deep white stock price is no longer Can't stand any gossip. If you really have any pity for Vincent, please stay in Kansas! Vincent doesn't need a brother who is targeted by terrorists to attract attention .”

The cold and anxious female voice growled lowly towards the voice on the other end of the phone.

The next second, the woman pressed the phone and dropped it heavily to the ground.

The hapless phone bounced a few times on the ground before landing at a man's feet.

"It looks like you're in good spirits."

The man looked down at the scrapped mobile phone, raised his eyebrows, and said to the woman.

His words caused the owner of the phone, Caroline, to cast a sharp look at him.

Of course, in the eyes of others, she does not have much deterrent power now.

After all, no one is really afraid of a "mummy" sitting on a hospital bed with its neck and head wrapped in layers of bandages.

Caroline's hair was all shaved off, her face was bandaged down to her eyes, the bandages went all the way to her chest, and her left leg was in a plaster cast, of course, no one signed it Or doodle.

A doctor and several nurses stood beside her bed, looking at the tense two people with some embarrassment.

Andre Braham, the former operating officer and current CEO of Shenbai Technology, walked slowly towards Caroline. He didn't seem to notice Caroline's bad mood at all.

"I thought you'd be happier today, Caroline, after all, today's the day you take off the bandages."

He said.

"To shut up."

"Uh, sorry, maybe I shouldn't be there?"

Andre dragged a chair, smiled and sat down beside Caroline's bed.

Caroline stared at him with wide eyes.

In the early stage of cooperation, Andre was able to retain a little bit of docile illusion, he has always been a mediocre and timid person, which is why Caroline cooperated with him.

However, after taking control, he immediately became a man who made Caroline feel strange.

Just like now, arrogant and full of malice.

Something was beginning to spin out of control, and Caroline felt it acutely.However, at this moment, even though her inner weakness was about to make her collapse, on the surface she still supported the false appearance of arrogance.

"Stay if you want to, I don't care about that."

Caroline said indifferently, and then looked away from Andre's hypocritical smirk.

……

After a short silence, she suddenly growled sharply at the doctor beside the bed.

"How the hell are you going to wait to take off the bandages!"

Her piercing voice even made a timid nurse flinch, and the scissors made a clear thump on the tray.

The doctor frowned quickly, and he twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't say anything in the end.

He helped Caroline remove layer after layer of bandages.

The smell of medicine hangs in the air.

After all the bandages came off, Caroline raised her hand tremblingly and touched her face.

She felt a layer of bumps, something like waxed toad skin.

Although before this, the doctor in charge of her had informed the possible situation in advance, but in reality, she found that she was not as prepared as she thought.

She became panicked.

"Mirror, give me a mirror..."

"Ms. Caroline, I sincerely advise you not to..."

"Give me that fucking mirror!"

Caroline screamed and yanked the tray out of the nurse's hands and threw it at her. Fortunately, the nurse dodged it.

The metal tray collided with the ground, making an extremely loud crash.

Then, everything returned to deathly silence.

In the ward there was only Caroline's gruffness, as if it was not a wounded woman staying on the hospital bed, but an irritated beast.

The doctor closed his eyes, turned his head, and gestured to the nurse.

He brought the mirror.

Caroline finally saw herself as she was now.

No hair, no eyebrows, no hair of any kind, the right half of her face is piled up like melted wax, the skin is a sickening brown, her once smooth, rosy cheeks now look It looked like a cross-section of yeast bread, showing a dense honeycomb state, blood and pus left by the inflammation leaked slightly in the gaps, emitting a foul smell.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Caroline scratched her face and let out a heart-piercing howl...

During the accident a week earlier, Caroline attempted to get up close and personal with the escaped creature, the former Vincent Sievers.

She walked towards it and wanted to hug it.

Instead, it hit her.

The liquid that poured out of its mouth was extremely corrosive, almost completely destroying Caroline's face and the upper half of her body.

It can be said that if the stalemate continued for a few more minutes under such circumstances, Caroline would completely become a half-melted corpse.

Fortunately, "Poseidon" even took measures under the extremely difficult situation at that time.

They used the latest ion weapons to drive Vincent, now the experimental subject A137, back to the cultivation room and lowered the passage screen door to seal it off.

Caroline also received timely treatment as a result.

Her internal organs were not seriously injured, however, her skin was irreversibly damaged.

In the rest of her life, she would undergo numerous skin grafts and surgeries.

But the beauty that belongs to women has completely left her.

Vol4

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Rand's body curled up into a ball.

The phone fell to the ground.

He felt very angry, but he couldn't refute every word Caroline said.

"Rand..."

Munster approached cautiously.

Rand closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down his emotions.Then he turned his head and looked at it.

I should have sent it away.

Rand heard a voice whispering in his heart.

But for some reason, his body completely violated his reason.

Rand didn't even want to move his fingers when Munster's broad body leaned over.

"You don't seem to be in good spirits. I'll send you back to bed."

Munster told Rand that he didn't wait for the other party's answer, so he hugged Rand directly.

Rand was lighter than it thought.

And, he exudes a very seductive aura.

"Munster..."

Rand's body trembled, and then he spoke very quietly.

His fever seemed to rise again, so that his whole body became languid and achy.

The mental blow made him even more exhausted.His hot arms and forehead rested on Munster's skin, and the cold feeling made Rand feel very comfortable.

This comfort even outweighed his embarrassment, and Rand finally accepted Munster's embrace.

"Rand?"

"……thanks."