Mermaid Effect

vol1

In Shenbai's laboratory, 90.00% of experiments contaminated by merman cells will be classified as "experimental garbage".They don't have names, and they come in batches of a dozen or so—then they're killed and transported by the cold, well-oiled rail cars to Deep White's underground biowaste treatment plant for processing.

Employees will never want to know where the ducted heating that keeps the building warm in winter comes from.

But Vincent Sivers now has a number.

There will be some special mutations in the experimental subjects contaminated by mermans. Only at this time, they will be numbered, and the experimenters finally feel that they will have a little bit of research value.

Caroline didn't know how Vincent would feel about it, if he had his senses he might find it funny.

"Cuckoo..."

Sitting in the wheelchair, Caroline let out a short, husky laugh at the rambling thoughts in her head.

Laughter echoed in the corridor, as if in a valley, the sound was empty.However, the place where she is now is inside the building of Shenbai Biotechnology. There are many researchers in the corridor who are going to sneak to the restaurant for a break during lunch time, but the corridor that should be a little noisy is now completely silent.

Everyone looked at Caroline, who was slowly moving forward in the wheelchair, with subtle expressions.

Some people looked away from Caroline's face thinking they were inconspicuous.

"They looked like they were going to throw up."

Caroline's eyes gurgled, engraving the disgust on those people's faces, bit by bit, deeply in her mind.

Even she herself didn't know what was wrong with her, but what was certain was that Caroline felt a secret pleasure after seeing their disgusting appearance.

For God's sake, she hasn't been this happy in a long time.

These bloody little bitches... you gotta be disgusted.

She disappeared into a closed observation room at the end of the corridor with the kind of laughter that made everyone's hair stand on end.

Looking at the "restricted authority" displayed on the display screen of the badge, a kind of rage that almost wanted to destroy everything spewed out of her heart like black thorns.

Caroline's nails dug deep into the leather upholstery of the armrest of the wheelchair.

Andre that shit actually canceled her high-level privileges while she was recuperating.

The many laboratories that had been open to her were now firmly shut, except for...

"D-Welcome, Lady Caroline."

In the flat electronic female voice, the metal door opened smoothly.

Except for the observation room of Subject A137.

Caroline slowly maneuvered the wheelchair and slid in.

When the metal door was closed again, all the noise was blocked out.

The air is cool and dry.

There was silence in the observation room, as if only she and Vincent were left in the whole world.

"Hi, Vincent."

The thorn-like sharp breath faded from Caroline's body, and she slowly came to the confinement vessel that looked like a huge aquarium, and looked inside through the glass.

At first she could only see the icy blue of artificial sea water.

Tears rolled down her dry, uneven cheeks, and she leaned her forehead against the glass, choking out a sob.

"Vincent...Answer me, Vincent, at least let me know, I still have you..."

After maliciously canceling Caroline's authority and stripping away her rights little by little, Anderson finally left Vincent to Caroline out of some dark malice.

It was the only thing she had now.

"bump--"

A warty tentacle snapped on the other side of the glass, rousing Caroline from the deep pain.

She was startled, raised her head, and then saw Vincent who failed to attack.

"Oh, Vincent..."

The moment she saw him, Caroline burst into tears.

He no longer has any human appearance at all, and he obviously mutated again during Caroline's cultivation.

His lower body turned into hind limbs like a long snake. A layer of fine gray scales covered the back and sides of his body. His abdomen and chest had no scales. His bare skin was as pale as a swollen floating corpse. His eyes It degenerated into two bright red glass beads inlaid on that smooth, expressionless face, with sharp teeth in the alien-like mouthparts. After seeing Caroline, the mouthparts seemed to be sharp. It popped out like a sword, and hit the glass hard.

It can be seen that it is full of aggressiveness towards Caroline. If it is not blocked by the special protective glass, Caroline at this time would have been hollowed out by his mouthparts.

The sight of his inhuman, animalistic greed for her made Caroline sick.

Good Mother Mary, she loved Vincent Sievers so, so dearly.

Caroline sobbed and tried to wake Vincent up, knowing that the only thing she had now was him.

She showed him some videos and slides about the past between them, but Vincent, the monster numbered A137, remained stubbornly bestial.

He slammed into the glass frantically, scratching it with his sharp nails, and his crazy appearance even made Caroline secretly worried about the strength of the protective measures.

And at this moment, the video jumps.

Caroline was shocked to hear a familiar voice.

"...Oh please, Caroline, don't shoot me, I'm just passing by!"

"Rand, this is Vincent's birthday party. Tell me a few words!"

"I... well, happy birthday, Vincent."

……

Caroline turned her head and stared blankly at Rand's face on the screen.It was Vincent's birthday, and Caroline collected other people's wishes for him before his birthday, and wanted to give it to him as a birthday present, and Rand was one of them.Caroline had hoped that the tenderness of this video collection would remind Vincent of something, but completely forgot to pull out the Rand part.

The moment Rand's voice sounded, Vincent suddenly fell silent.

His face was pressed against the glass, staring intently at Rand's figure on the screen.That kind of gentle and eager appearance overlapped with his appearance when he was still a human.

Caroline almost had the illusion that he was back to normal...

But after Rand's shot is over, Vincent is once again that disgusting beast.

It's just that now he didn't try to attack Caroline as before. On the contrary, his eyes remained on the changing screen, and his tail hit the ground of the observation room heavily. It's like some kind of alarm, and it's like some kind of urging.

Caroline looked at him coldly all over, trembling so much that she could hardly control the computer.

After a while, in order to confirm her thoughts, she silently played back Rand's footage.Just as she thought, after Rand appeared, Vincent immediately fell silent.

His fingers pressed lightly on the other side of the glass, as if pressing Rand's face.

"Land...de..."

A very vague sound rolled out of his deformed mouth.

Tears welled up in Caroline's eyes uncontrollably.

"Vinson Sievers! Why don't you look at me! Why don't you look at me?"

She rushed to Vincent's line of sight and slammed the glass hard.

"Look at what you did to me—you bastard—"

She screamed hysterically.

"Why the hell don't you call me by my name? Why! Call me 'Caroline' and call me 'Caroline'!"

Vincent didn't even pay her any attention.

All the while, he was just looking at the screen behind Caroline.

Rand's figure disappeared again, it made an angry and sad sound, and the color of its body turned dark gray.

Caroline gritted her teeth. She pulled the control panel and played Rand's video again, but at the same time, she suddenly pressed a key on the panel.

It was a control button to stop the excessive behavior of the experimental subjects. After pressing it, an electric current would be released inside the isolation chamber—it would not hurt the names of the experimental subjects, but it was enough for them to suffer for a long time.

Vincent rolled over on the other side of the wall, and then let out a scream that was indistinguishable from pain or anger.

The repeated application of electric current in a short period of time made its scales scorched black and cracked, revealing fresh flesh and blood, and the originally clear artificial seawater became turbid.

But when Rand's wry smile was on his face, it would still foolishly hit the wall, trying to see the man's appearance clearly.

Caroline heard herself crying, but she did it anyway.

She repeatedly played Rand's voice, Rand's image, and then kept pressing that button at the same time.

again and again.

Vol2

"God, stop...no..."

Rand didn't know how he woke up.

Waking up from a nightmare was never an unfamiliar experience for someone like him.

But today this time seems to be a little more scary.

His body was trembling, and his back was covered with cold sweat. When he covered his face with his hands to try to calm down, he found that his face was full of tears, as if he had cried loudly in a dream.

Even now that he has woken up, the dark fear and pain still seem to remain on his body.

"Rand?"

His movement was not small, almost at the same time, Munster's voice came from outside the door.

"I'm fine..." he shouted in the direction of the door, his voice extremely hoarse.

"You don't sound good. May I come in?"

After a while, Munster whispered outside the door.

"I'm... nothing wrong, it's just a nightmare. Don't come in, Munster, listen to me."

Rand stroked his hair and took a deep breath.He turned on the light, trying to free himself from the aftertaste of the nightmare.

But I don't know why, even with the lights turned on, this room seems to be much darker than before, a lot...

However, Rand didn't care about this. The previous excitement made him emit a very faint smell of roses. Rand didn't want to get along with Munster at this time.

He got out of bed to go to the bathroom to take a shower, and the smell... whatever it ended up being, seemed to diminish or even go away after the shower.

But when he did so, he became aware of something strange in his body.

The floor became much softer than he remembered, and the straight bathroom door frame seemed to be slightly deformed... It was only after he stood up that he realized that walking was so difficult, his body wobbled, and his joints ached Terrible.

He tried to take a few steps, but then he fell to the ground completely uncontrollably.

He has a high fever.

"Rand?!"

Munster called to him uneasily.

Rand clenched his teeth, suppressing a moan of pain.

"I... I'm fine..."

I don't know if it was because he was already aware of the pain in his body, but his discomfort seemed to suddenly become stronger.

For a moment, Rand didn't even have the strength to get up from the ground.

The smell of roses is getting stronger, which is not a good sign - Rand doesn't know whether it is because of his sense of smell, or because he really started to emit that weird smell.

He still remembers how Munster was dizzy because of that smell before, and he didn't want Munster to act weird again because of him.

But things don't always go your way.

A few seconds later, a severe pain that swept over like a tsunami made Rand let out a scream that was completely uncontrollable.

"Rand—"

The door was knocked open, and Munster rushed in.

Rand was embraced into a cold embrace that smelled of water.

"Munster, you'd better stay away from me, I'm not right..."

Rand half groaned.

Every inch of his skin seemed to be burned by the fire of hell.Every exposed skin was abnormally bright red due to the high heat.

If Rand still had the normal intelligence to measure his body temperature, he would probably be surprised by the value above.

You know, that is far beyond the temperature a human being can possibly have, and before reaching that temperature, that human would have died of heat cramps and a series of complications.

Rand wasn't dead—but he was suffering.

Every time he took a breath, he felt that he had turned into a dragon in the novel, and what he exhaled was not carbon dioxide but hot flames, and the flames made his nasal cavity hurt like hell.

Munster's cold skin became his last salvation.

Rand rubbed against it.

The smell of roses became thick and rich... The moment Munster smelled that smell, the color of the scales began to deepen.Its sanity seemed to be involved by something, and it became confused.

It stared deeply at Rand, who was weak in his arms.

The desire to kiss him burned its ignorant soul, but Rand's painful moan forced it back to its own sanity.

Rand is sick, and the most important thing now is that it should take care of him.

Munster was a little at a loss, but he was more clearly sure of this than ever.

Its nails dug hard into the gaps in the scales of its tail, and the pain allowed it to barely maintain its sanity.

"Rand, what's wrong with you? What should I do?"

It gently shook the man in its arms.

In just a short period of time, his condition became worse than before.

His temperature is still rising, and his body has undergone incredible changes.

Some wound-like marks appeared on his arms and back.

Rand raised his hands tremblingly, looking at the marks emerging from his body, those marks seemed to be just some strange twists and turns, but they struck Rand's heart like lightning.

His soul seemed to be torn in two.

Half of them were still imprisoned in their bodies and endured crazy pain, while the other half went to another world.

There was a boy with a thin knife in his hand, grinning devilishly at Rand.

Vol3

"Rand, my brother, you'll like this, it's art."

He approached Rand step by step.

Rand felt his body was as cold as ice, unable to move.

He lowered his head and saw his own body.

This is the body of a young child, completely naked, with bright red blood pouring out from every wound on his body, as if wearing a bright red dress on him.

Tears dripped from his eyes completely uncontrollably, and pain and deep fear gripped his throat tightly.

The boy, however, seemed to have encountered a very happy festival, grinning and showing his teeth.

He squatted beside Rand, pulling his arm.

The tip of the knife pierced the boy's skin.

"The part on the back is over, hold on, and the last sentence is almost finished... Oh, don't cry, when you really learn to appreciate this you will know how beautiful it is, blood and skin are the best poems Carrier, what mother said is right... What's more, Gabriela Mistral is my favorite author, and the theme is also very suitable for you..."

Whispering to himself, he carved his favorite poem letter by letter on Rand's arm.

— that day, when evil hands strangled you,

The stars take you out of the lily garden.

When evil hands have misfortune entered the garden,

Your life is in the year of joy...

Vol4

After two hellish hours, his high fever finally subsided.

However, this sudden high fever brought a sequelae that Rand had never seen before. His skin became like dry cellophane, wrinkled and wrapped around his body.

Rand nearly had an asthma attack when he saw himself in the mirror.

After trying to calm down, Rand fought back his nausea and used his fingernails to lift a piece of skin - and found that it was just dead skin.

Rand took a deep breath.

He tried to rip the dry skin off his body.

This was probably the weirdest scene he had ever encountered.Those skins were so complete that they could be reassembled into the shape of his limbs on the ground, which gave Rand the illusion that he was a snake that had shed its skin.

Faint traces, some incomplete bends and scratches remain on the skin where the poetry was once carved.

After tearing off the large folds of dead skin on his body, Rand stood expressionlessly at the door of the bathroom, looking at the pale yellow human skin on the tiles.

There is still some confusion in his brain.

what on earth is it?

Is it a sequela of high fever?Or some new skin disease?

Raising his hand, Rand gently touched his skin with his hand.

They were very smooth and soft to the touch... Perhaps because there was not a single hair on his skin now, Rand always felt that something was wrong with his skin.

If he is careful enough, he may be able to perceive those small parts.

His skin now has no pores.

However, the memories that surfaced in his mind in the pain before are still disturbing his thoughts, and he is troubled by the current panic and the residual fear of the past at the same time, so that it is difficult for him to focus on the weird changes in his body come up.

those memories...

That should have happened when he was kidnapped. The boy who was with him would inject him with anesthesia under the guidance of the "mother", so that he could not move but could stay awake.Then he would hum, carving his favorite poems on the surface of Rand's skin.

Usually that would be a sonnet.

It was a kind of mental abuse that cannot be described in words.Severe pain and blood loss, and the fear of being tortured tormented Rand.What's even more frightening is that Rand's skin seems to be hard to leave scars forever, which disappointed the mother and son who hoped to get "artwork". Expect their "work" to be left on Rand's body.

……

Rand made a quick snap, the shock of memory causing a strong sense of nausea.

He threw up again.

In the dinner swallowed at dinner, all non-meat (salad, cheese, and bread) was spit out whole, with no trace of digestion at all... Considering that no one will observe their own vomit, maybe It is understandable that Rand did not realize this.

Thanks to Munster for his existence, it finally carried Rand, who was limp, back to the bed.

It's more apprehensive than it was before - but it also seems a little more mature than it was before.

"Rand, are you okay?"

it says.

Rand held his head and gave it a forced smile.

"I think I'm much better now."

Rand wasn't lying.

The pain and high fever that almost made him feel like hell before were like hallucinations, what he felt now was a kind of soft comfort and laziness.

But in stark contrast to his physical comfort, his spirit was more anxious than ever before.

He involuntarily turned his gaze to the small ball of dead skin piled up in the bathroom, and shivered.

A cold uneasiness crept up his spine.

He should go to the hospital.

Rand's common sense told him, but his intuition was desperately resisting the idea.

Rand could deeply feel the abnormality of his body, but at the same time he had a strong hunch that it was impossible for the hospital to find the reason for his abnormality.

No, that wasn't even a hunch, it was a certainty, as if someone had told Rand that.