Mermaid Effect

In this hot, central city, the pale, huge moon illuminates the roof of the rude hut on the outskirts of Rogers, where the man with strawberry-colored hair sings the song and the same moon shines on the pine street. On the 72nd apartment, Rand is still sleeping in his warm bed. In the kitchen, a fish that emits blue fluorescence slowly swims in a salad pot that is a little small for it, and the white film at the end of it fades off under the gentle slap of the water. And in the place separated from the Rand apartment, Mrs. Smith’s door handle turned.

The old man's apartment exudes a pungent stench, and the scent of excrement and cat urine makes the teenagers who slipped into the door gently and frowned. One of the teenagers turned on the light after quietly listening to the sound in the room.

A total of three people, the young Mr. Smith, the grandson of Mrs. Smith, and his two companions, perhaps the girl named Daisy, and the teenager who is nicknamed Stone, their common point is the pale face. Black lips and nails, as well as various metal ornaments dotted on their skin. "Mr. Smith" looked at the carpet covered with filthy light under the dim light, and snorted.

"Hey, aren't you saying let's not wake up the old guy?"

"Stone" muttered at him.

"She's not here," our young Smith licked his lips and lowered his voice. "If she is there, there must be terrible snoring here. I think the nurses probably took her to the treatment, I I think today is our lucky day."

"Lucky Day? Are you sure that there is enough for us in this garbage dump?" Daisy observed his nails and sneered.

"What are you talking about?"

The boy rushed up with a twisted face, but was blocked by the "stone" (his figure is as strong as his nickname).

"Shut up," he gave orders to the two quarrels, then tore the zipper of his backpack and put the bag on his arm. "We have to hurry and get the goods at night."

After that, he began to frown at Mrs. Smith's apartment and threw those barely usable things into his backpack—a few tanned dressing boxes that looked like antique porcelain dolls. Candlestick...

When collecting these things, his brows were always wrinkled, and obviously he could not be satisfied with these things.

The young Mr. Smith said that his grandmother could get something - they were going to sell those things and exchange them for money to buy some happy "good stuff", but the situation is obviously not satisfactory.

When Daisy climbed on the cupboard and tried to smash the silver crucifix on the wall from the cross made by Ebony, "Mr. Smith" made a curse.

"Hell, if that thing is lost, my grandmother will know!"

Daisy turned his head and gave him a careless sneer.

"Hell," she deliberately imitated his tone of voice. "You didn't tell us that it was a garbage dump before you came."

On Mr. Smith’s face, there was a mixture of anger and anger. He turned angrily and rudely pulled all the drawers in the apartment, but the things that could be converted into money were simply pitiful. Even if he is young, he can know that no one wants to take over a denture with one tooth missing.

The "stone" and Daisy face his dilemma, showing a cold indifference and contempt. The teenager almost felt that the two men's eyes were like a mouse biting his thumb, making him restless. At this time, he suddenly accidentally saw the window on the other side of the balcony.

He went out and found the balcony of the apartment to be close to the window there.

At that moment he found an exit for his own dilemma.

He called his companion, pulled out a screwdriver and put it on his belt, and then turned to the window belonging to the Rand kitchen.

Daisy frowned and looked at the two of them on the railing of the balcony.

"Are you sure you want to do this? This is stealing!"

Young Smith blushes and angers her **** towards her.

"Shut up, I know what to do!"

He said, then carefully opened the window.

He reached into the window with his hand.

And in places he couldn't see, a very thin wire was tight, in front of his fingers.

Maybe only a millimeter, the teenager's fingers will touch the silk thread - the next thing will be very unsightly, dozens of hair only a quarter of the thickness of the polymer material will be directly stretched Close to him, he would even be struck into a similar piece of meat without feeling pain, then wrapped and sent to Rogers' collection box by lever principle, the blood will be set in advance. The box is directly poured into the sewer pipe. Everything will be clean, neat and perfect, in full compliance with the nickname of Rogers "spider."

However, the boy's hand stopped in front of the silk thread.

"Hey, have you smelled it?"

He frowned and smelled at his companion.

"what?"

"This taste is a bit disgusting," Mr. Smith squinted and bent his face to the side of the window. He felt that he smelled the blood... he didn't know this but he felt instinctively What is wrong.

Then he touched a layer of slippery fur along the window.

The fur became slimy, and it felt a wonderfully heavy, though it was actually fluttering.

Mr. Smith figured out the phone, and the finger left a dark blood on the screen while sliding the screen.

He followed the glimmer of the phone and saw what he had touched. It was a cat skin.

There was no bone, no muscle cat skin, a green eyeball flowing out of its eyelids, dripping a circle and swaying on the back of his hand.

"Mom, this is what-"

"Stone" looked at the things in Smith's hand with a twisted face, almost bursting out.

Then he saw a blue light popping out of the stench that was stinking. For a moment, he thought it might be a prank made by a cowardly and useless companion, because the blue tentacle straight into the teenager's mouth, nose and ears.

In the latter's throat, there was a terrible "giggle" sound, like the devil's whisper. He twitched against the "stone" body epilepsy. The eyeballs were like irregularly rotating marbles in the bottle. The part is almost filled with dark red in an instant.

"Stone" couldn't help but take a step back, and then the body was empty, almost falling like that.

In this terrible time he reached out and grabbed the edge of the little sink. He can feel the night wind blowing his body, he is shaking.

"Help... help me..."

He gasped in a hurry and wanted to scream - but the extreme fear made his throat stretch to an incredible degree, and he finally only made a weak scream like a newborn kitten.

Shake, shake, and shake.

From the top of the sump, there was a sound that was difficult to describe in words, a damp, with an ominous muffled sound. He heard the bones slamming hard under the skin and slamming hard objects, from the juvenile throat. The "giggle" sound that comes out in the air is accompanied by the sound of bubbles rupturing on the water surface.

"Stone" finally felt a cold and cold between his legs.

He could barely feel his hand, and the body was sliding down and slipping.

However, silence came suddenly.

The wind stopped and the sound stopped.

"Stone" swallowed a little, and he whispered weakly.

"黛西...黛西...Help me...help me..."

As he called, a figure appeared above him.

He can only see a black silhouette in the backlight, but even this does not prevent the "stone" from asking for help.

"黛西? Smith?"

He screamed tentatively.

His hand can't stand it anymore. Despair almost made him cry, but his throat was so dull that he couldn't even cry. The only thing he could do was to lean his head and look at the figure above.

"Oh, kill you... kill you... kill you..."

At this time, the songs that belonged to their own arrangement rang, this is the ringtone of Mr. Young Smith's mobile phone.

With the screen lit up during the call, "Stone" finally saw the look of the figure.

His pupils were wide open in an instant.

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after an hour--

“Well, this can be a bit interesting.”

Rogers squatted on the wall of the apartment like a giant spider, and he lightly removed the trap that was previously set here - all the traps were not triggered.

However, he still narrowed his eyes.

He thought he smelled the smell of blood.

A few seconds later, Rogers fell on the balcony of Mrs. Smith's apartment like a bird.

There is some chaos here, but it’s not a special thing that the old people in Alzheimer’s home are messy.

The clock ticking in the room, a silver crucifix did not know why it fell over, and the super-headed **** seemed to face Rogers with a weird expression.

There is no one here.

"Really interesting."

Rogers shrugged and repeated it.

On the other side of the wall, the blue fish looked back at its tail.

The white film there has completely fallen off, revealing the intact scales underneath.

A fingernail with a black finger on the surface of the water has been blistered into a translucent white.

The fish swam slowly and the suction cup from the mouth slammed the finger.

After a while, everything was restored to the previous calm. 2k novel reading network