Mermaid Effect

Vol1

When Rogers faced Rand again, he had adjusted his expression well.

That harmless and gracious good neighbor.

"Wow, sorry, I'm just so shocked." He winked at Rand. "Did you get bitten by some bug? I think you're really fit to dangle in the middle of the building by spraying silk from your wrist now." Come and go, justice and stuff."

"..."

Rand looked at Rogers in silence, the atmosphere was awkward, and the latter had to put away his exaggerated expression and rubbed his hair.

"Okay, okay, Rand, don't look at me like that, it's just a joke! I just want to make it easier for you... All in all, as far as the symptoms you are showing are not harmful at all, in fact I think a lot of people will probably want these 'repercussions' of yours. However, if you want to go to the hospital for an examination, I can drive you there..."

"No, I don't want to go to the hospital." Rand said his refusal before his reason came into play.

Rogers shrugged.

"Well, I also think you should let your brother handle this matter. After all, the changes that are happening to you now don't seem to be caused by diseases-I don't mean to offend, but I'm really curious, you know, Your brother is from Shenbai Company, he really didn't try something unknown on you? Otherwise, I really don't know how to understand the mutation in you. "

"It's not about deep white..." Rand wanted to say that he never had that damn experiment on him.

But some fragments slowly emerged from his sea of ​​memories at this time.

He had seen pictures of himself as a child, the albino child, but now he was a normal person with normal black hair and green eyes.

and also……

After Rand returned to the Sievers family, Vincent was so secretive about Rand's mutation and blood problems...

For a moment, even Rand himself wasn't sure.

He sighed deeply, and the breath on his body became even more gloomy.

Rogers stood up from the stool and put his hand on Rand's shoulder.

"Come on, my man, everything will be fine."

he said, with a friendly smile.

In the next few days, Rand stayed in his apartment honestly, quietly enduring the strange changes in his body (the change in vision made it difficult for him to even use electronic products, he could easily see down to every tiny electronic component), his body doesn't seem to have any other changes.

At the same time, with the passage of time, there were finally fewer paparazzi around the apartment, which made Rand very relieved.

He thought things were finally starting to turn around.

Vol2

That hellish fever hit Rand again in the night.

At that time, he was lying flat on the bed, next to a small dim light.

He had whiskey on his bedside table and a copy of Wilde's fairy tales in his hand—whiskey for Rand's insomnia, Wilde for Munster's coquettishness.

Rand's beloved little monster didn't spend the long nights in Rand's bedroom as in the past.

In fact, since that ridiculous and embarrassing night of confusion, Rand never allowed Munster to enter his bedroom for the night.He'd given Munster a comfy enough bed in the living room (which turned his expensively designed living room into a sprawling college dormitory—Rodgers complained), but Rand knew In fact, Munster would quietly guard the carpet at the door of his bedroom every night.

That's the closest location to Rand.

Rand was annoyed and... soft-hearted about Munster's behavior, especially considering that Munster hadn't actually tried to get into his bedroom noisily any more.

It just pulled Rand's sleeve with a trace of flattering and suppressed tears, and said weakly: "Rand, if I am good, you won't drive me away."

——Rand felt at that moment that he was a hard-hearted beast.

He finally acquiesced to Munster staying at his door, and he knew it could hear everything he said in the bedroom.

As compensation, he would open the book of fairy tales in his room and read the fairy tales word by word—he knew Munster could hear it, and he liked it.

"...then Nightingale pressed the rose thorn tighter and pierced her heart, and a sharp pain hit her whole body. The pain became more and more severe, and her singing became more and more intense, because she sang Singing the love completed by death, singing the love that is immortal in the grave. Finally, this extraordinary rose turned crimson red, just like the red clouds in the eastern sky, the outer ring of petals is crimson, and the flower heart is even redder. Like a ruby."

He was thinking of this sentence at the time.

A strange pain suddenly erupted from his heart.

At the first second, he even mistakenly thought that it was the pain caused by the nightingale in the fairy tale, but then he knew that this was definitely not normal pain.

The severe pain swept over like a tornado, almost tearing his soul apart.

He saw the book in his hand fall uncontrollably to the floor, and his arm convulsed, knocking over the whiskey.

In a short instant, Rand's body temperature rose ten degrees.

His heart went into overdrive, and he quickly became deranged.

The air in the room seemed to be sucked out suddenly, and Rand's swollen lungs made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"... Rand? Rand!"

Munster seemed to be howling, but its voice sounded as if it was in another world.

The strong scent of roses erupted from every inch of Rand's skin like a fountain. Even in a semi-comatose state, he could clearly smell the strong fragrance that was so strong that it was almost suffocating.

Oh no……

"Don't... come in... come..."

Rand struggled and shouted towards the door.

He couldn't imagine what Munster would do if he entered here under such circumstances and was confused by these damn smells.

Of course, what he was more afraid of was what he would do.

……

At the door, Munster suddenly withdrew his claws.

The door of the bedroom had been gouged out by it (this was actually very simple for Munster), and the sweet breath of Rand flowed out.

Munster's mouthparts protruded straight out of the mouth before it realized it, secreting a lot of mucus that dripped on the carpet.

If Rand was close to semi-comatose at this time, Munster's condition was actually no better than him.

The call rooted in nature whipped at its soul like a whip, making it frantically want to rush into the room and squeeze Rand into his arms.

but……

"Don't come in".

Rand's voice, as weak as a newborn kitten, pierced Munster's heart like a nail.

It threw its head back and let out a long, painful cry.

Then shrank back sharply.

"Rand...Rand...Rand..."

It kept calling that name over and over again, as if that would make it feel a little better.

Its body temperature is also rising, a sense of emptiness, hunger and thirst... It produces a huge pain like being torn apart.

Its claws slammed into the crevices of the tail scales—this would cause severe physical pain, but at the same time it would also allow it to regain a little sanity from the boiling hormones.

Rand told it that it was not allowed to go in.

Munster whimpered, enduring both physical and mental torture, but never crossed that paper-thin obstacle.

In order to relieve the pain, it pressed its face against the door, and then opened its mouth...

Rand heard a strange sound.

The kind of sweet singing that he had heard before would paralyze every nerve.

That voice overflowed into his body like cool spring water, soothing every muscle and soul that was bitten and gnawed by pain.

The spasms gradually stopped.

Rand's shortness of breath also calmed down bit by bit.

He lay there quietly, greedily absorbing the coolness and peace in that beautiful voice.

Sanshen also slowly floated out of the darkness and descended back to his body.

After a while, Rand realized that he was lying on the ground.

Fragments of a whiskey bottle scratched his skin.

Some tiny drops of blood squeezed out, and Rand didn't even feel the pain.He was still running a fever and was a little dazed.

He slowly got up from the ground and staggered towards the door like a zombie.

If there was a second human in this room at this moment, he could see Rand's abnormality at this time.

His pupils became black and bright in the moonlight, reflecting light like polished silver coins.

His eyes used to be like the greenest leaves on the treetops in midsummer, but now they seemed to be dripping with blood, showing an ominous color of blood.

Rand put his hand on the doorknob.

"Man... s... special... hiss..."

He called that name.

The singing was interrupted for a moment.

"Rand..."

it responded.

Strangely, this human name gave Rand a moment of clarity.

He withdrew his hand from the doorknob, but his body hit the door heavily, and then he slid down slowly.

"Don't... come in... come..."

Rand could clearly feel some kind of...unspeakable longing in his body.

He didn't know what it was all about, but he was suffering.

Rand never knew he was such a monster.

He was about to collapse.

If Munster really appeared in front of him, he could swear that he would never have the courage to resist again.He would be overwhelmed by the demonic desires in his body, and would do unforgivably disgusting things.

Munster didn't do that.

The door to the bedroom was so fragile, but it didn't open it from the beginning to the end.

Rand saw the hole in the door, just enough for him to stick his hand through.

Rand let Munster grab his hand.

"Don't... let... me open the door... I... don't want to do... that kind of thing..."

He leaned his head against the door panel, moaned softly, and said.

After hesitating for a moment, Rand's fiery fingers were squeezed into Munster's cold palm.

Its singing sounded again.

This time with a touch of sadness.

Rand took a deep breath, as if he could inhale the song into his lungs.

He feels better.

Munster's singing made him feel... as if surrounded by something.

At this time, the situation where the soul is paralyzed and disappears occurs.

Rand felt as if he was drowned in honey and amber, every nerve and every inch of skin was immersed in sweetness, but he couldn't breathe.

can not breath……

By the time he regained consciousness from the hallucination again, about... tens of seconds had passed?or minutes?

Rand wasn't so sure.

The high fever seemed to be receding gradually, and the desire and heat burning him also began to weaken.

Rand could finally think normally.

"Munster, thank you."

he said hoarsely.

After returning to normal, he opened the door.

Saw Munster who was almost as exhausted as he was.

It still looked a little embarrassed, a large amount of mucus wetted its body and the carpet under its body.

The sweet smell on Rand's body has faded, which is not a pleasant thing for a mature siren in estrus (after all, under natural conditions, this may mean that another regular mating opportunity has disappeared up).

But Munster felt very happy.

Compared with the appearance of Rand moaning in pain under the influence of hormones, it was surprised to find that he actually liked the appearance of his partner smiling weakly at him.

At least, when he smiled, his eyes weren't clouded.

Rand is looking at it, and he can clearly know who it is-just this knowledge makes Munster feel a wonderful sweetness and satisfaction.

It stretched out its hand and hugged Rand naturally.

"I don't know what's wrong with me... But, I really appreciate you, Munster..."

Rand whispered in Munster's ear.

"In the future, if you feel uncomfortable in the future, I will sing to you...you don't have to be afraid..."

With happiness, Munster murmured a promise to Rand.

Intellectually, Rand knew that it was strange to be with Munster like this (nor should he be in his current strange physical condition), but the latter's clumsy tenderness was still very good at soothing his tired spirit.

Peace of mind...

Yes, a year ago, Rand would never have thought that one day he would find a sense of peace of mind that he had never had before from a little monster, an unidentified strange creature.

He couldn't help leaving a light kiss on Munster's forehead.

"Thank you."

He said.

If it weren't for the abnormality of the body, the relationship between Rand and Munster would probably continue for a short time.

But the reality was, after a few minutes, Rand noticed some itches on his neck, some wet, hot stuff dripping from behind his ears to his shoulders.Rand reached out and touched it, then put his finger in front of his eyes.

Thanks to his eyes that can now see in the dark, he can clearly see what is on his finger—blood.

"Rand?!"

Munster also saw his blood, and it was a little frightening.

"Oh, it's okay, I think it's just some minor aftereffects."

Rand said reassuringly.At first, I thought it was the inexplicable high fever that caused the ear bleeding.

But soon he realizes that things are not that simple.

Because he felt several side-by-side cracks behind his ears on both sides.

Rand struggled and dragged his weak body to the bathroom. In the bathroom mirror, he was shocked to see the appearance of those cracks.

Each of them is about five to six centimeters long and evenly spaced.Not superficial wounds, they looked... down to the bone.

Yet Rand didn't even feel the pain.

He wiped away the remaining blood with some alcohol-soaked cotton wool, and the edges of the cracks became more visible, smooth.

Rand pressed one of the cracks uncertainly.

However, a strong smell of alcohol suddenly rushed to his forehead, it felt like someone sprayed several pumps of alcohol spray into his nose, and he couldn't help sneezing several times.

Then he found that the cracks in his body opened when he sneezed.

A gust of air blasted from the crack.

"Oh my god..."

Rand covered his mouth in shock.

He couldn't help holding his breath amidst the intense emotion, but this time he could still feel the air flowing in.

Those cracks... were actually his gills.

Vol3

"What the hell is this..."

If we talk about the mutation in the eyes, Rand can reluctantly accept it after a brief shock.

The gills that grew out behind the ears were like heavy hammers, completely smashing the illusion of calm that Rand had barely built.

In any case, he couldn't understand the current changes in his body.

腮？

God, he has never been bitten by a fish, at most he was only bitten by Munster...

Wait, Munster...

Rand's breath stopped.

At the very beginning, Munster was just an ordinary little fish.

Everything that went wrong started from the day Munster cut his hand. Could it be that the mutation in him was really related to Munster?

Rand matched everything up almost immediately.

The wonderful connection between him and Munster after that night, his inexplicable and unspeakable desire, the mutation in him...

"For God's sake……"

Rand slammed down on the toilet, covering his head with his hands, panicked.

If all his changes are because of Munster, then what should he do next?

Rand felt an unprecedented helplessness.

Now he really didn't know what to do.

And God may have heard his prayer, it didn't give Rand too much time to struggle——

A few seconds later, a knock on the door interrupted Rand's thinking.

Rand opened the door and saw Rogers with a pale face.No makeup, no huge cheap jewelry, no tight T-shirts and stretchy pants.He looked almost so gloomy and terrifying.

"Rogers? What happened to you?"

Rand was taken aback after seeing Rogers' death-like expression. He checked the time by the way, it was early morning.

Rogers looked back at the corridor, and after confirming that there was no one there, he quickly slipped into Rand's apartment.

He didn't even show deliberate panic to Munster present as usual.He seemed a little out of breath.

"Damn it, I'm the one asking what the hell happened?! What did you and your little monster just do?!"

"what?"

Rand took a guilty step back.

"Uh, I had a fever and..."

He tried to explain, but soon he found that Rogers was not listening to him.

The man, who was much more modest than usual, quickly opened the balcony door and cursed.

"Damn it, I knew it was something wrong with you."

He said.

Rand walked over suspiciously.

A fresh stink rushed into his nostrils.

On Rand's balcony, a layer of black corpses almost completely covered the floor.

They were bats with severed necks and shattered skulls, as well as the carcasses of some nocturnal birds.

"God, this is..."

"Don't tell me you don't know anything?!"

Rogers turned his head sharply, and stared at Rand with a poisonous snake-like gaze.

……

Residents of the Pine Street Apartments were haunted by the eerie event that night.First the bats, yes, under normal circumstances, they are like ghosts, people know there are bats at night, but no one really notices them.

But on this night, countless bats began to smash into the windows and walls of the apartment as if they were crazy, one and then the other, they smashed themselves on the cold glass without fear, huge The sound can wake up any sleeping person.

Then, Bird also joined the ranks of suicide.

The whole building seemed to suddenly possess some kind of inexplicable magic power, which attracted countless nocturnal animals to crash into the cold concrete and glass, leaving behind their corpses that were softened like muddy flesh.

And the hardest-hit area was this floor of Rand's house.

"I don't know if anyone else noticed...you know who I mean by 'others'. Anyway, when I looked at your balcony, I thought you were being attacked by some demonic creature, those bats, god Ah, they've been gathering at your window, don't you notice?"

"I was running a fever."

Rand said, frowning tightly.

"I don't know what's going on..."

But almost as soon as he gave that answer, Rand thought of Munster's "singing voice," he said.

That "song" is so sweet and wonderful that it can almost take away the soul of a human being.

It is difficult for Rand to guarantee that it will not have the same effect on other creatures.