Mermaid Effect

Vol1

The conflict between Munster and Rand was even more intense than both of them imagined.

Munster wasn't even allowed into Rand's room at night.The inflatable swimming pool that had been placed next to Rand's bed (and where he had slept for the past few days) was dragged out by Rand and placed in another spare room.

Its favorite fairy tales and picture books are neatly placed next to the inflatable swimming pool.

——After seeing his new room, Munster's sobbing stopped abruptly, and the hair from the hair to the tip of the tail completely turned into that kind of plaster-like gray-white.

"Rand?"

It turned its head to look at Rand across the corridor in disbelief, its voice hoarse from the previous crying.

"Like I said, you gotta think about your mistakes, Munster."

After meeting Munster's... indescribable eyes, Rand could almost hear his conscience condemning himself crazily.But when he thought of the attack it had done to that poor girl before, he regained his shaky sanity again.

He didn't even dare to think about what happened to that girl after that, those bloodstains proved that she was seriously injured.

If it wasn't for Rogers' obstruction, Rand even wanted to go directly into the city to see her situation (provided, of course, that she could be found).

"..."

Munster bit his lip and stayed there for a while, it looked very desperate and painful, with tears in its eyes.

"Rand, are you trying to drive me away because of her?"

it said in a low voice.

"No, I don't mean to drive you away, but I want you to realize that you—"

"I hate Rand."

Munster suddenly interrupted Rand loudly, tears kept washing his pale cheeks, and its color became so dim that it looked like a stone tablet in a cemetery.

Rand couldn't help taking a step forward.

"Listen, Munster, I mean—"

"I don't want to be Rand's big rabbit again! Woohoo..."

Howling, he dashed into his new room, slamming his tail against the door.

The door slammed shut just before Rand's nose.

He raised his hand and subconsciously wanted to knock on the door, but stopped at the last moment.

And what he wanted to say was stuck in his throat like a stone. He hesitated again and again, but finally said nothing.

"do you know?"

Rogers didn't know when he appeared beside him, and he stroked his chin with his fingers.

"In that scene just now, I almost saw a young couple..."

"Shut up, Rogers."

Rand rubbed his temples, he turned wearily and walked downstairs, and Rogers followed with a smile on his face.

Rand sank himself weakly on the sofa.

The carpet is still wet, and Munster's cleaning here can be said to be secondary pollution. The humid air is mixed with the strong artificial lemon smell of the cleaner, which makes people dizzy.

Everything is so bad.

"Rogers, I saw martinis in the cupboard earlier...would you mind if I..."

After a while, he said sleepily to Rogers.

"Of course, that's all right. I've got a couple of nice bottles of Polson gin. Would you like some?"

Rogers opened his arms and said cheerfully without even waiting for Rand to finish.

He made Rand a martini and a gin.

Rand swallowed both cups, in a very rude gesture.

The alcohol quickly turned into a cold flame burning inside his body, and his cheeks turned a little bloody.

"Thank you, Rogers."

He covered his face with his hands and said in a low voice.

"It's okay, just treat it as kindness from a friend... Alcohol and time are always the best solution to a problem, aren't they? I really hope it makes you feel better."

Rogers sat on the coffee table, and he poured another glass for Rand, who swallowed it without hesitation as before.

"I just don't know what to do, Rodgers, I really feel sometimes... that was a mistake."

"mistake?"

"Munster, it makes me feel like I don't know what to do... It's so powerful and strange, I can't imagine what the consequences will be if it is announced to the public, but like it is now, put It's hiding around me, controlling it like a pet... It's not right, Rogers, it's really wrong, but what can I do? Give me another drink."

He motioned for the bottle of gin.

Rogers raised his eyebrows, he reached out and took the glass away from Rand's hand, and then directly stuffed the bottle into Rand's hand.

"You should think about your future with it, and stand on the standpoint of a friend, this is the only thing I can suggest..."

He suddenly lowered his voice.

"Maybe, you can send it away..."

"No—" Rand said subconsciously, and then he covered his head, "You don't understand."

Rand hadn't dealt with alcohol for a long time, first because of poverty, then because of Vincent's control over his health.

And at this time, he ingested two different wines in one breath, and he was defeated by the heavy drunkenness in an instant.

He was a little awkward when he spoke, but the thoughts hidden deep in his heart surged out as if they were uncontrollable.

"Rodgers... Munster is the only one I have... I watch it grow up, it's like, its life is because of me... It depends on me, it makes me feel, I am needed..."

Rand never felt that he could truly own anything.

including memory.

When he was found at the scene of the car accident many years ago, he was just a bewildered man with no memory.

He didn't know exactly how he appeared in this world, nor who he really was.

He has a pair of good adoptive parents, but they don't belong to him either. When he really realized that he loved them, the gentle couple had already left this world.

He had a brother, Vincent, and he knew that man loved him, but... Rand just felt that what Vincent's burning eyes were staring at was just a phantom named Rand Sievers from beginning to end.That fantasy belonged to the Rand Sievers who hadn't been kidnapped and disappeared, not him.

It's like he's living in a giant illusion.

Although it seems that those beautiful things are within reach, there is always a voice in Rand's heart telling him that these do not belong to him, and no one really needs him.

In the back of his mind, Rand felt like a shadow of the world, who had never had anything, never had anything that really needed him...until Munster showed up.

Even if it's like that...

"But Munster is a monster, it needs you, maybe, but that doesn't prove anything." Rogers changed a bottle of wine for Rand, and he stared at Rand, who was about to lose his ability to think, slowly Said.

"Pfft..."

Rand suddenly smirked, and he raised the bottle towards Rogers.

The golden bottle reflects the colorful broken light under the light.

"No, it may indeed be a monster, but in my heart...in my heart...the Munster is a treasure...it's...light...that bright light, you know? It Lighted up my life...it made me feel like I could have something too..."

"Have what? God! Don't tell me you decided to spend the rest of your life with a monster, it's just not... pretty."

Rogers' face became indifferent unconsciously.

"I... I'm going to... I need it, Rodgers, I hate it, but I admit, I need it, even if it's a monster, even if it might even hurt someone, God, I'm a What a pathetic human...but I want it with me."

Suddenly Rand burst into tears, sobbing and wiping tears on his shoulders.

"You're drunk, Rand."

Rogers said suddenly.

He reached out to get Rand's bottle back, but Rand stood up from the sofa, giggling and crying.

He staggered away from Rogers and headed for the kitchen.

"I like your wine, Rogers, I think I could have some more..."

Rand said drunkenly.

Rogers curled his lips indifferently, and then chased after him.

"Hey, Rand, you're drunk."

He said, pulling the bottle out of Rand's hand.

"give it to me!"

Rand waved his hand in the air, his vision blurred.His original destination was the kitchen, but he ended up bumping into a low decorative cabinet next to the wall.

"boom……"

There was a sharp pain in his knee.

The door of the low cabinet also opened under the impact.

Leather shoes, watches, leather briefcases, lipsticks, necklaces... Several messy things fell from the cabinet door, which made Rand feel confused for a while.

"Hey, I thought this cabinet was for decoration..." He muttered under his breath, then sat down on the ground, fumbling around trying to get those things back.

"Rand! Don't touch those—"

Rogers' face changed, and he rushed over to block Rand, but Rand had already grabbed the briefcase with a smirk.

"I, I'll put these things away, Rogers, I'm so sorry..."

But the moment he grabbed the briefcase, the notebook and documents that fell out of the briefcase made the scene even more messy.

A driver's license is on the ground. The person in the photo has bright eyes and a smile on his mouth...and if you look up his social security number, you will know that the decomposed body of this meritorious police officer was found in his apartment half a month ago. It was discovered that his neck was strangled by a thin thread, and he had suffered inhuman torture before his death.

He once nearly caught Rogers' trail, so Rogers ended up keeping his briefcase as his own trophy.

In fact, almost everything in this row of cabinets is his trophy.

Some of them were members of the secret army who had hunted him down, some were powerful but betrayed his employers, some were former killers who taught him killing skills... and those senior police officers who participated in the Lily Makinson case.

Rogers couldn't help himself from collecting those trinkets, but when he looked at the personal items that belonged to them, he felt a strong satisfaction.It seems that the souls of those people are still squashed and wailing in the cabinet with the smell of damp.

It's just that he didn't expect Rand to find them at this time.

"This, what is this..."

Rand had picked up the driver's license before Rogers could stop him, but he was so drunk that squinting for a long time all he could see was a blur.

The driver's license was then covered by Rogers' red nail polish.

"Rand, be quiet, you're really drunk, you don't want to trouble me, do you?"

Rogers said to Rand.

Different from before, his voice became low and cold at this moment, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter in the dark.

Rand looked up at him blankly, then nodded slowly after a moment.

Rogers smiled.

He kicked the scattered "boots" aside, half held and half supported Rand up the stairs, and stuffed him into his room.

Rand lay quietly on the bed, staring blankly at the roof, and called out "Vincent".

Standing by his bed, Rogers took a deep, deep look at him, a thin strand of silk was pulled out of the wrist mechanism by him, and wrapped around his fingertips.

……

Then he bent down slowly.

And at this time, Rand suddenly spoke.

"Munster... stop..."

He whispered the name, then rolled over sleepily, burying himself in the thin blanket.

Rogers straightened up slowly.

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and then he raised his head.

This barn converted house, like we said before, has a poured roof and you can see the original logs used to build it.

And now Munster's pale face emerged from the darkness behind the log, and it looked at Rogers, its red eyes reflecting tiny gleams.

A subtle smile slowly appeared on Rogers' face.

He raised his hand, and the thin silk thread had been taken back unconsciously by him.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you coming... I remember Rand said that your room is in another room?"

He said to Munster.

"..."

Munster remained silent.

In the previous blow, the color of its body made it look like a gloomy and terrifying ghost, but now it presents a bright blue that is so bright that it makes people sick.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to pretend I don't know anything." Rogers made a contrived yawn, "I think I should go to bed, so have a good night."

After he finished speaking, he kept looking at Munster, stepped back step by step, and left Rand's room.

"Click"

The door was closed.

Vol3

There is nothing worse than being drunk and having a high fever at the same time.

Rand was in a deep sleep brought on by alcohol, but the magma-like heat forced him to wake up.

When he finally caught that ethereal sobriety, he realized that he was breathing heavily like a fish out of water, the air was sticky and scorching hot, his body was astonishingly heavy, and his joints were under the effect of heat It hurts like crazy.

"Damn..."

Rand wriggled his lips and let out a moan that was so hoarse that he could hardly hear it.

He doesn't know what kind of changes this high fever will bring to his body, oh no, what he should worry about now is not this...

His mind is still a little chaotic, and any thought process is like wading through mud.

But he could clearly feel that bad premonition.

And a few minutes later he saw Munster above him, and he suddenly remembered what he was worried about.

The unspeakable mutual attraction between him and Munster!

Rand shuddered, he bit himself, and the blood cheered him up.

"Go... go..."

He rejected Munster with ease, trying to drive it out of his room.

But this time Munster didn't seem to hear Rand's words, it slowly fell from the beam, and lightly pressed on top of Rand's heavy and hot body.

"I don't want to go away."

It stretched out its claws and held Rand's face.

"I am... I am Rand's treasure, I am Rand's light, so I want to be with Rand."

It murmured in a low voice, approached Rand, stretched out its long and forked slender tongue, and gently licked his flushed cheeks due to high fever.

"what……"

Rand blinked. He looked at Munster in confusion, and put his hands on Munster's shoulders.

He tried to push it away, but after a few seconds he found himself actually hugging the cold, slimy monster.

His fingertips dug into its skin.

The air began to change, and an unnatural lusciousness floated between him and Munster.

Rand's mind became chaotic little by little as if he had fallen into a swamp. His body was still as heavy as a stone, but his soul became light and light. Every time he exhaled, it seemed that roses were blooming, in a haze. In his sight, Munster's body shimmered like pearls and gems.

Rand slowly stretched out his hand, his fingers slid down its face, and then lightly stopped at the corner of Munster's mouth.

Munster's tongue wrapped around his fingers.

"Pounding... Pounding..."

At this moment, the hearts of Rand and Munster seemed to resonate.

He could hear the strong rhythm, which combined with the throbbing in his blood.

"Don't... like this... Munster... go away..."

Rand summoned up his last bit of reason and made a desperate struggle.

But Munster shook his head.

"I need Rand."

it said to Rand.

"I belong to Rand."

Its tail wrapped around Rand's body.

"I want to be with Rand forever..."

Rand's body was tense under the effect of hormones, he couldn't even speak, and there was only his extremely heavy breathing in the whole room.

The heat was turning his brain into a thick porridge, and he felt that every cell in his body was thirsting for Munster.

He didn't understand what was going on, but when Munster said those words to him, he felt something in him was completely smashed to pieces.

Munster groped and brought his lips closer, pleading awkwardly and stammeringly in Rand's ear.

"Kiss me please? Rand...please...kiss me..."

……

...the dark and sticky swamp engulfed Rand.

Rand tilted his head slightly, he opened his mouth, caught the tip of Munster's tongue, and then stuck it.

His arms were drawn together behind Munster's broad neck.

It was a deep, utterly luscious kiss.

Rand had never kissed a man like this before...

Almost at the moment of the kiss, his body was completely immersed in a certain situation.

At the same time, something entered Rand's body through this kiss... or rather, his soul.

His soul, which had always been so light and ethereal, became plump and full at this moment.

The gap is filled.

A strong desire filled Rand's body, and when he realized it, he found himself entangled with Munster, and this indescribable voice was echoing in his throat.

It has no rhythm, let alone any lyrics, just one long low hum after another...

And Munster was singing too.

It intertwined with Rand's voice.

At this moment, everything around seemed to become transparent. In the world that Rand could perceive, only Munster and himself remained.

The rhythm of the heartbeat, the resonance of the soul, the resonance of the body...they are so closely linked together.

Then--

"boom……"

Munster suddenly fell to the ground.

The seemingly dreamlike link was instantly interrupted.

"Munster?"

Rand struggled to get up, and he was horrified to see Munster convulsively rolling on the ground as if he had been electrocuted.

A shriek of pain squeezed out of its body.

Between the scales, blue blood gushes out.

"My God, Munster..."

Rand rushed over, his body was still so weak that he could barely grope on the ground and crawl towards Munster.

The moment he hugged Munster's head, its body suddenly stood still and limp like a machine with power cut off.

But its eyes were wider than ever, with dilated pupils.

It rolled its eyes and stared motionlessly at Rand's pale face.

Rand's lips were trembling, he was confused, terrified, and didn't even know what to say... Moreover, Munster at this moment made him feel something was wrong.

Its expression and gaze at this moment were so eerie that it felt eerily familiar to him.

"Rand..."

Munster let out a deep call, and a line of blood slowly gushed out of his eye sockets.

"Rand."

It repeated itself, trying to raise it with trembling hands, but before it could touch Rand's cheek, it fell hard.

It passed out.

Vol4

"what happened?"

"Emergency code β96-31..."

"Experiment A417's mental wave has abnormal growth..."

A sharp warning sound hovered in the laboratory amidst the white light.

Simon, disheveled, opened the door and rushed in.

He was shocked to see the trembling and convulsive body on the other side of the observation window, the long hair of Vincent Sievers...or the tentacles stuck to the inside of the hard petri dish, and the surface of the supposedly indestructible petri dish material has already disappeared. Cracks gradually appeared.

"God...it can't be..."

He couldn't help murmuring.

"Dr. Simon!"

At this moment, the assistant's scream brought him back to his senses.

The pale young man pointed to a red line on the dashboard and stood up tremblingly.

"Please come over and look at this...there's something wrong with the meter...I think..."

The trace on the screen climbed at an angle of about 45 degrees at the beginning, but in the end the angle became larger and larger until it was completely parallel to the vertical axis, forming a straight line that climbed vertically on the screen.

Simon rushed over, tapping the buttons with his fingers quickly, and called up the background value for estimation.

After a moment, he spoke tremblingly.

"No, it's not a glitch...it's just doing a mental surge...God, it can fucking do this..."

Then Simon ran directly to the wall, where there was a box painted black and yellow.

He hacked it open with the safety ax and slammed the bright red button in the middle of the case.

"Dr. Simon, you don't have permission to—"

The research assistant stepped back several steps and screamed.

At the same time, the sound of sirens resounding through the sky reverberated throughout Deep White Biotechnology.

"We have to get this done before it makes all the test subjects riot... Otherwise, we'll all die here."

Simon clapped his hands and returned to the instrument.

He turned his head and said hoarsely to the frightened young man.

……

On the other side of the wall, a pair of bright red eyes suddenly opened...