Mermaid Effect

Vol1

Washington, America

Shenbai Biotechnology——

02:52AM

Caroline had a dream.

In the dream there were flowers and laughter, she was wearing a beautiful wedding dress (her grandmother was married in this wedding dress) and Vincent was beside her.

The man was much younger than she remembered. He almost never smiled. The only thing that could show emotion was his dark red eyes. When he was angry, his pupils were dark red, and when he was happy, his pupils were dark red. shallower.

Only when Rand appeared did Vincent's thin lips show a slight curve. Many people would think it was a sneering curl, but Caroline knew it would be a smile.

He would look at Rand and smile...

No, no, now is not the time to think about such troublesome things.

Caroline grabbed Vincent's hand tightly in her dream, like an anaconda catching its prey.She held a bouquet in her hand, and a slender road covered with white rose petals spread out in front of her and Vincent.

At the end of the road, drooping white and purple wisterias create a stunning floral dome above a large silver cross.

The priest is waiting for them.

Caroline took steps towards it, and her heart was more urgent than her steps.

Yet she swore she had been gone for a long, long time, and the cross and the dome, heralding dreams and happiness, were still out of reach.

She began to feel tired, miserable and suffocated.

When she came back to her senses, she realized that the tunnel under her feet had been soaked with thick and smelly blood at some point.

"no no……"

She squealed and turned her head in shock, trying to get Wen Sen's comfort, but found that beside her was a corpse riddled with holes.

Its skin was covered with scorched black traces left by the electric current, the blood had almost been completely drained, and countless whitening wounds burst open on its body, exposing its rancid internal organs.

"Caroline, what a bad boy you are."

He opened his mouth.

What escaped from Vincent's dead body was the voice of her long-dead father.

……

Caroline woke up screaming, reeking of alcohol.

In her hand is an empty vodka bottle, not far away is the foul-smelling vomit, and her wheelchair is about a meter behind her.

Caroline's headache was almost cracking, so that she was in a trance for a long time before realizing that the place she was in was Vincent's office.

Andre probably didn't think Vincent's metal coffin-like office was to his liking, so he kept it here.

From Vincent's illness to the present, no one has actually set foot here.

The central ventilation system has been working dutifully, and the floor and furniture are spotless, but this cannot conceal the gloomy and gloomy atmosphere in the office.

Caroline didn't know exactly how she got here, her last memory was of being in excruciating pain, ignoring the doctor's advice and prescribing herself a bottle of wine, then another.

Apparently she got drunk very quickly, and then she came to this office habitually—even though it was impossible for Vincent to come back here again.

After realizing what stupid thing she had done, Caroline kept lying on the ground and laughed lowly until her face was covered with tears and snot.

Her skin pricked in protest as it was soaked in tears.

See, it hurts even for her to cry now.

Caroline tried to cheer herself up. She wanted to get back into the wheelchair, but it was much more difficult than she thought. The last time she almost succeeded, she fell down because of her unsteady center of gravity and fell on herself. on the vomit.

That disgusting feeling simply drove Caroline crazy. Of course, what drove her even more crazy was her current situation.

She sat on the floor blankly, thinking for a moment why she had gotten into such a situation.You see, she wakes up from a nightmare, only to find that reality is even scarier than the nightmare.

Frustration and despair wrapped around her soul like a poisonous snake, and she could hardly breathe.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

She suddenly let out a shrill cry, and as a way of venting, she randomly grabbed the empty wine bottle at hand and smashed it against the wall.

"bump--"

The bottle fell straight onto a cheap and vulgar fresco hanging on the wall (it was a gift from Rand), and the fragments fell, smashing the black wood carved Mary under the fresco. Like knocking over a decorative clapboard.

"Shit shit shit shit..."

Caroline was still screaming to vent the anger and hatred gushing out of her heart.

However, a metallic "click" sound sounded very abruptly behind her.Caroline turned her teary face away in surprise, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

She was very surprised to see that behind her, the metal wall cracked into two pieces and smoothly slid to both sides.

Oh, no, to be correct, that wall was not a whole from beginning to end, and the brushed surface concealed the gap of this hidden door so well that Caroline never found it for so many years.

A hidden door inside Vincent's office.

This is simply impossible... She knew Wen Sen so, so well, but she never knew the existence of this secret door.

Caroline scrambled back into her wheelchair in shock, and slipped cautiously into it, fighting back the headache from her drunkenness.

Behind the hidden door is a white room.

The air was colder and drier than outside, and Caroline felt short of breath soon after entering—the oxygen levels were low, and she knew immediately why.There are bookshelves reaching to the ceiling on every wall here, densely packed with yellow file folders and thick materials. They look well preserved, but they still show signs of obsolete.

In the center of the room was a glass coffin, under the white light, a brown mummy lay quietly here.

When Caroline saw "it" for the first time, she almost thought that Vincent had brought Oz the Iceman into his office as a collection, but after a close observation, she immediately forgot about her crazy thoughts the back of the head.

You know, although Oz the Iceman has the same shriveled skin as the mummy in front of her, he doesn't have a long, dry fish tail.

This is the mummy of a siren.

"This is impossible……"

Caroline could hardly believe her eyes.

Judging from the appearance of the mummy, it is obviously not a product of modern times. It looks like it should be contemporary with the mummies in Egypt. The entire body has been carbonized, and its face is forever frozen in a cry-like expression. , with his hands folded in front of his chest, and his abdomen... the abdomen was cut open.

Caroline later found a row of embalming viscera on a bookshelf, the same dark, shriveled chunks of meat, placed in glass dishes that looked like canned pickles.

What she saw in this room made Caroline full of confusion. A mummy of a siren must have its research value, but it was placed in such a closely guarded secret room in Vincent's office?

Caroline did not see any need for this.

Frowning, she walked around the secret room, and then pulled out a folder from the bookshelf.

In fact, she never expected to find anything meaningful, and she saw a picture of a deformed baby with adherent lower limbs (these babies are often called "mermaid babies" and usually die shortly after birth), and then Some test reports...

Then, she saw the baby's name marked on the report.

Rand Sievers

Her fingers froze.

Vol2

June 25

dear father,

I appreciate your letter, but a decision has been made regarding Rand's body.

Yes, as you've been trying to avoid, we're finally back at the fate of the Sievers family.

Vincent's body is close to failure. Dr. Rhodes gave us an ultimatum a week ago. He hoped that we would be ready for his departure, but for God's sake, as a father, how can I tolerate it? My favorite child leaving this wonderful world in such a way?For so many years he has been imprisoned on that small hospital bed, struggling with the painful disease, he has never enjoyed a day without pain, his feet have never stepped on a grass, he has never really bathed Been in the sun, never touched a single furry animal...he's not even as good as a mouse we use in the lab!And all his suffering is his struggle against the illness. He has worked hard for so long. In fact, we have also worked hard for so long. How can we tolerate our hard work for so many years being in vain?

I know you may think I'm selfish and cruel, but I still feel that Rand may be God's salvation for us in the face of the pain we have suffered as a family.

The blood of Siren and Sievers flows in his body.

For so many years, whenever I look at the body of His Highness Poseidon, I always have doubts—is it really our ancestor?Is it really like in those stories you tell us, falling in love with our ancestor, the unknown sailor and giving birth to our cursed bloodline?Yeah, I think you already know that by now, I ended up breaking the promise, and we did some academic research on Rand after it came out.

But Rand let me get the answer. The Sievers family is indeed a hybrid of siren and human, and the atavism that appeared on him proves this.

We tested his physical condition, he is indeed a human being, the DNA test proves this, but at the same time, he has perfectly integrated siren and human cells, considering the strong erosion of siren cells in years of research Sex, the balance of the two types of cells in his body can be said to be a miracle.The human genes in his body can perfectly coexist peacefully with the siren fragments.We are considering using his bone marrow to transplant Vincent. If Vincent can also obtain Rand's unique immunity, we can consider treating him with a large dose of mermaid preparations—this is probably the only way so far. The only medical treatment that could save him.

Please don't blame us, dear father, the human experimentation on our own son has put us in hell, but there is nothing we can do about it.

We can only pray to God to bless our experiment and save Vincent's life.We sincerely hope to get your understanding and blessing.

Always belong to you

Charmian Seavers