Mermaid Effect

Vol1

Before long, Rand realized that there was more to the anomaly than bats and birds.

On this tormenting night for him, almost everyone in the apartment felt unwell.

Some of them were only plagued by diarrhea and mild headaches, but others suffered from very severe afflictions.

The ambulances were screaming and gathered downstairs in the Pine Street apartment while the sky was still gray.

Standing on the balcony, Rand looked down and saw one person after another being carried out on a stretcher from the gate.Rand had never hated his unusually sharp eyes so clearly, because it allowed him to see the pained expressions on the faces of innocent people so clearly.

A fat woman's eyes were bloodshot, squeezing out of their sockets like ping pong balls painted red.A young Pakistani had a bloody black hole on his forehead, and blood covered his face; a little girl who looked only six or seven years old had her cheek cut open with scissors by a mother who suddenly went berserk, and her body Drenched with blood, his eyes were as dull as a doll made of a dead person...

Munster's "singing" drives some people crazy, they're delirious, and in that poisonous sound you completely lose your soul.

And government vehicles arrived soon, and epidemiologists put up warning signs downstairs in Rand, and researchers in white containment suits walked in with boxes.

This can make many people feel very afraid of the scene, but it instantly aroused the enthusiasm of the paparazzi reporters like blood.They gathered like flies, and the flashlights flickered in the twilight of dawn.

"…Sorry, no comment, I have no comment."

A spokesman's gut-wrenching official answers were drowned out by the rush of questions from reporters.Rand heard countless names of himself in the words of those people.

However, at this moment, he had no time to think about the troubles he was about to face.

"My God, is this... is it..."

Rand fell from the balcony back to the living room in a daze. He gasped heavily on the carpet, trembling so hard that he could hardly speak.

Rogers blinked. He looked at the messy scene on the balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, with an interesting look in his eyes.

He tried to comfort Rand, but Rand grabbed his wrist.

Damn it, he didn't think Rand's strength was so great before.

"Rogers, what happened to those people...is it related to me?"

Rand asked, begging, panicked, looking crazy for a negative answer.

However, before Rogers could answer, he had already said to himself: "Oh, of course, I think it should be related, that voice is too strange, and I am too strange, God, I did some shit What……"

"Hey man, come on. You're freaking out your little pet."

Rogers couldn't help interrupting Rand's muttering.

He was right, Munster was hovering very restlessly on the roof above Rand.

Some of its hairs stood on end as Rand's emotions seemed to perpetually affect it so easily.

"Calm down, what do you mean by 'voice'?"

Rogers asked without a trace.

Rand gave him an answer, but what the man in the chaos said was hard to understand—let's say there was such a "singing sound", but Rogers swore that he had nothing but bats and birds hitting the glass last night. There was no sound other than the sound, and the howling of the children downstairs.

So it can only be said that the voice is not something ordinary people can hear.

Rogers then looked at the gills behind Rand's ears. They were lighter than when they first appeared, and the edges of the gaps showed a light white color, and they were tightly closed together.If you don't pay attention, you will only think that it is a scratch... Of course, when Rand gasped emotionally afterwards, Rogers saw those cheek slits tremble, and a gust of air flowed out.

In the blind corner of Rand's line of sight, Rogers raised his eyebrows.

Next, he went to the kitchen to make Rand some rosemary herbal tea.

Then he knelt down in the center of Rand's line of sight, forcing Rand to look into his eyes.

"Rand, look at me," he said, reaching out and pinching Rand's chin arrogantly, "look into my eyes and listen to me, you need to calm down. The CDC will definitely fix this apartment For the sake of yourself and your little pets, you have to keep your spirits up-I don't think you want Munster to be found by others? As for the unlucky people downstairs, you can Don't think about them for now, who knows if their madness is really related to you? You see, I didn't feel any strange..."

The son of a serial killer, Rogers was fully mentored by Lily Makinson as a child.He is very proficient in various spiritual hints, and this time he used this ability on Rand.

Rand, who was in panic, gradually calmed down, although he was still in a trance.

After a while, the CDC also inspected his food and took samples of his furniture.Rand's pale face was as bad as that of all the active people in this apartment, and they didn't pay more attention to him.

Although, after leaving his house, the two staff couldn't help lowering their voices and exchanging ideas.

"Whoa, didn't think he was that 'Rand Sievers.' Looks like he's got a lot of trouble."

"Shut up, his identity is not what we should consider, the sampling of the water tank we should consider now..."

They walked through an emergency exit.

After the sound of footsteps faded away, a thin figure cautiously slipped in sideways through the half-hidden door.

Vol2

Thompson Ray had been at the Kansas Life Journal (a notorious local gossip tabloid for filling its pages with gossip and nonsense) for six years.

Unlike his mediocre colleagues, Thompson has been the tabloid's best "reporter"—if he can even be called a reporter at all.

In fact, he should be called a "paparazzi", and he is the most moral and bottomless kind.Money and the pursuit of fame and fortune have made him the most greedy and keenest wild dog in the current information pursuit war.You know, since he got the bugs and needle-hole cameras from ebay two years ago, he has never worried about where those revelations came from, he just needs to process the facts a little bit (meaning fill in several times Dirty speculation and nonsense), paired with a cowardly headline, readers will automatically reach out to his paper.

As for breaking the law?Oh, of course Thompson knows a lot of what he does is illegal...but so what?He was never caught after all.

He is a professional.

What happened to Rand Sievers this time tugged at his heartstrings from the very beginning.Thompson knew the value of that hapless man better than anyone.His youthful experience, his mysterious and wealthy brother and the bombing that killed countless people... Rand Sievers is simply a stunner created by God for the tabloid pages.

After countless days of waiting outside that damned apartment, Thompson was once again in God's favor.The food poisoning incident at the Pine Street apartment (or something else, but that didn't matter) had allowed Thompson to sneak into the apartment's interior through the chaos.

He also mixed into the apartment with the patch bug and pinhole camera in his leather bag.During the long wait outside the apartment, Thompson had studied the construction of the apartment complex.If he's adventurous enough to climb out of the balcony of the vacant apartment next door to Rand Sievers (the apartment's original owner is said to be missing), he can take his equipment, including a camera and several high-resolution Drew's bug, placed under the sill of Rand Seavers' kitchen window.

This will be a great help for Thompson's subsequent "recording".

And he was indeed prepared to do so.

He managed to pry open the door of the unoccupied apartment and spent the night in the stinking living room.

From this position, he could even hear Rand Sievers' indistinct conversation with another man in the living room.

"...you should rest, Rand... considering your current physical condition..."

"sorry, I……"

"...Listen to me, go to sleep, when you wake up we'll be thinking about what's next..."

……

God, a man!

Thompson's blood boiled, and he had a dirty news headline in his mind, and he was sure the readers would like it.

About an hour later, the lights in Rand Seavers' living room went out.

After another hour, his apartment fell into silence.

At this time, the night was dark, which was a good time for Thompson's activities.

He put a low-power pen-shaped flashlight in his mouth, flipped down from the outside of the balcony with his hands and feet, and then carefully climbed towards Rand Sievers' kitchen window sill under the faint light of the flashlight.

Things have been going great.

Maybe if one day I quit this damn reporter, I can consider becoming a snitch.Thompson couldn't help grinning at his own humor.

The laptop slipped between his teeth and fell straight to the floor of the apartment.

"Oh, damn it..."

Thompson was suddenly plunged into darkness.

There was no moon this night, he could hardly see anything, and he couldn't help cursing many times in succession.

But what should be done must be done after all. After hesitating for a moment, Thompson finally decided to grope for the location in memory.He was already very close to that window sill, very close...

One small step, and another small step.

It took him a while to discredit and move to the window in his memory. After a sigh of relief, he took out his eavesdropping and candid equipment from his pocket, and prepared to install them as usual.

But he tried many times without success.

The curved surface of the window sill prevents the camera's magnetic mount from fully fitting, and it keeps falling down forever.

Cold sweat quickly broke out on Thompson's forehead, and he could feel his knees getting colder and number.

Because he kept the same posture for a long time, he almost lost control of his lower body.

"Fucking designer son of a bitch with curved window sills..."

He couldn't help cursing.

Then, his voice suddenly stopped.

That's right, no one uses curved window sills.

He had observed the window sill of Rand Sievers before to determine where the bug was installed, and now he clearly remembered that the window sill of that young man was neat and orderly, and it was definitely not the kind he was touching with his fingertips now. Cold and uneven curved surface.

"Gudong-"

Thompson swallowed dryly.

A strong ominous premonition emerged from Thompson's heart like a mushroom cloud.The cold sweat on his head became more and more, pooled on his chin bit by bit, and then fell to his chest.

He tried to open his eyes wide in the darkness, trying to see clearly what he touched.But the excessive tension made it difficult for him to maintain his balance, and in an instant, his body fell to one side.

He didn't even have time to let out a short cry of surprise.

He's screwed.

It was his only thought at the time.

However, in the next second, something wrapped around his waist heavily and dropped him in the air.

"God, God..."

Relieved, Thompson murmured with tears in his eyes.

He didn't even have time to finish the second "God" - the thing hanging on him "chucked" and tore his whole body through the narrow kitchen window.

The unlucky Mr. Paparazzi's body broke his collarbone and several ribs in the huge force and narrow window. The pain made his eyes go dark, and he passed out with a muffled grunt.

Vol3

"Clap" sound.

The human body fell to the floor with a heavy muffled sound.

Mount Shirt let go of his tail, and explored a circle beside the limp body.

If it was in the past, he would not even allow such an intruder to enter the apartment, it would directly enjoy its supper outside the window.

However, some of the education Rand gave him during this period made the little monster vaguely realize that maybe eating the prey directly in this way is not very recommended in Rand's opinion.

Twoleg society had a complex and hypocritical code, at least according to Munster, but it was willing to abide by it for Rand's sake.

only……

Trapped in this small apartment during this time (you know, since the paparazzi were downstairs in the early summer, the hapless Munster was not even allowed to go to the balcony to get some air) Munster has a natural restlessness, it There are so many who want to hunt, and at the same time, fresh food makes them salivate.

It couldn't help but circled the comatose human again, lowered its head, and the digestive juice dripped on his face.

A few seconds later there was a red spot with tiny shiny blisters.

Perhaps it was the pain caused by the digestive juices corroding the skin. Thompson, who was already unconscious, let out a weak moan, and the eyeballs under his eyelids rolled.

He is about to wake up.

And it was at this time that Rogers appeared at the kitchen door.

He had just finished dealing with Rand's falling asleep problem, and his brows raised slightly after seeing the human body suddenly appearing in the kitchen.

"Oh, don't tell me you can even catch this now..."

Munster's hair twisted like Medusa's snake hair in the air, its bright red eyes fixed on Rogers firmly, and made a threatening sound.

In fact, it hates Rogers even more than Rand imagined.

But Rand would not allow it to hurt him.

This annoyed Munster even more.

Rogers smiled at it, keeping his guard, of course.

He slowly, slowly approached Thompson, the bugs and cameras scattered on the ground made him frown, he squatted down, and took out his business card from Thompson's arms.

A reporter... no, a paparazzi.

The smile on his face deepened.

Thompson opened his eyes vaguely, he was so unlucky to see Rogers' undisguised bloodthirsty smile, a faint scream almost came out of his throat, but before that, Rogers forcefully Cracked his jaw and forced it to dislocate.

Thompson twisted the muscles of his face in pain and fear, he slapped the ground hard, and was firmly stuck on the ground by Rogers.

Seeing Rogers touch his "prey", Munster almost attacked Rogers uncontrollably.

And it was at this time that Rand's slightly sleepy voice came from the corridor.

"Munster? Are you slapping the ground? Please don't do that, the tenant downstairs has complained many times..."

As his footsteps approached, Rogers smiled and opened the locker under the kitchen.

He removed Thompson's arms and legs with astonishing speed, then randomly plucked an orange from the freezer and stuffed the hapless paparazzi's unclosed mouth.Like stuffing a ball of rags, he stuffed Thompson's limp body into the locker.

"I don't think Rand would be happy if he knew you were a monster that would hunt humans."

The moment he closed the cabinet door, he approached Munster's ear with astonishing courage, said softly, and then retreated like lightning.

When Rand appeared in the kitchen with a tired face, Rogers happened to put his hand on the refrigerator door that had been opened earlier.

"Hey Rand, need some soda?"

he said with a smile.

"Oh no, thanks, I just need some water to take my aspirin, I think I'm getting a headache again," Rand waved his hand, looking suspiciously at the two in the kitchen, " Hmm... I thought you two didn't have a good relationship, but it seems to be better now. I was worried that having you keep vigil in my apartment would cause conflict between you two..."

Rogers shrugged: "I still don't think your little pet likes me. But now is a special time, you need me as a friend, don't you? It will understand."

He kept his eyes fixed on Munster.

And until Rand left the kitchen, Munster never said a single word about the unlucky guy in the storage cabinet.

Hearing the sound of the bedroom door closing, Rogers smiled and dragged Thompson out of the locker.

The uncontrollable saliva in the latter's mouth had completely wet the clothes on his chest, and tears of fear filled his eyes.

When he was dragged out this time, he saw Munster standing by.

His eyes widened at that moment, and when he saw Munster's free movement, he cast an extremely incredible gaze, and then he fell on the ground like an insect whose wings and legs had been plucked out. Moved with difficulty and ugly, trying to escape without any meaning.

The appearance of human beings, weak and powerless in fear, almost made Rogers physically excited.

Suddenly Munster popped his tail, and it pulled Thompson's body toward Rogers.

"Take him... away... Rand doesn't like it."

It stared at Rogers and said coldly.

You have to admit, being stared at by those bright red pupils, even a killer like Rogers still feels an involuntary tension.

But soon he put on a relaxed look in front of Munster.

"Okay, okay. You don't look like you're going to have supper."

He spread his hands, pretending to be helpless and said.

After hearing the word "Supper", Thompson, who was stepped on by Rogers, struggled a little bit more.

"Munster?"

Rand's voice of reproach came from the bedroom.

Munster's ear spines and hair stood up amidst the reproach, and his hostility and anger were surging.Rogers, who adapted to and understood the breath of death better than anyone else, restrained the illusion of his hippie smile at this time.

That's the end of teasing Munster, he thought.

He rubbed his temples with some headaches, then nodded to Munster.

"Okay, Lord Munster, I'll take care of this, I'm sorry."

He put on a pathetic and disgusting look.

Then he looked around the kitchen, and took out an old stainless steel fork that had been washed and cleaned from a drawer.

He took Thompson's head between his knees, bent down, put his fingers under his chin, and thrust the fork through the inside of his mouth, and back, in the man's silent, terrified terror and convulsions.

The entire fork sank into Thompson's head.

Rogers threw the hapless creature's head back and gave it a stir with the handle of the fork.

After a violent convulsion, Thompson fell silent like a toy with no power.

His eyeballs turned red, and dark red blood slowly flowed down his nose and ears, leaving marks on his cheeks.

Munster, looking agitated, once again made demonstrative noises at Rogers.

Rogers quickly stuffed the fork into his pocket, and walked out with Thompson's body on his shoulders.

"Please, I have to deal with it."

He complained softly, and opened the door to transfer the corpse to his room.

However, the sound of him opening the door made Rand, who couldn't sleep because of his mind, sleep.Rand thought that Munster had offended Rogers again, so Rogers left late at night.Before that, in order to suppress Rand's physical abnormalities and prevent Munster from making that strange sound, they had agreed that Rogers would stay in Rand's living room overnight.

When Rogers took out the door key, Rand opened the door anxiously in his pajamas and said.

"Rodgers, I'm sorry, Munster is losing his temper with you again...uh, this is..."

When he saw Thompson, he was slightly taken aback.

He was awake all the time, but he didn't hear any other sounds.

"This is my friend. He is drunk and has some broken relationships. I have to settle him first. Don't worry, Munster and I will have a good relationship."

Rogers said without changing his face.

He even gave Rand a wink, and then dragged his "friend" into his room like a real drunk.

"Well, I wish your friend a sweet dream."

Rand breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the living room.

However, an indescribable weirdness always made him feel a little uneasy, as if something was gnawing at his bone marrow.

Something made him feel very abnormal, but...

Rand poured himself another glass of water in the kitchen, then dug out a bottle of sleeping pills from behind a cupboard.

He thought he really needed to sleep, he couldn't see anything right now—Rand sighed, then thought silently.

It was also at this time that Rand discovered the anomaly in an inconspicuous spot on the kitchen floor.

It was a drop of blood.

Rand reached out and touched it... the drop of blood was still warm.