Mermaid Effect

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Vol1

The contradiction between Munster and Rand is even more intense than the imagination of both of them.

In the evening, Munster was not even allowed to enter Rand's room. The pool of inflatable pools (also where it slept in the past few days) placed next to the Rand bed was pulled out by Rand and placed in another idle room.

The fairy tales and picture books it likes are neatly placed next to the inflatable pool.

- After seeing his new room, Munster's sobs came to an abrupt end, and the tip of the hair from the hair to the tail turned completely into a plaster-like grayish white.

"Rand?"

It dared to look over the rand across the corridor, and the voice became hoarse because of the previous cry.

"It’s like I said, you have to think about the mistakes you made, Munster."

After touching Munster's unspeakable eyes, Rand could hear his conscience condemning himself madly. But once he thought about the attack he had made against the poor girl, he once again found the crumbling reason.

He didn't even dare to think about what happened to the girl. The bloodstains proved that she was not hurt.

If it wasn't for Rogers's block, Rand even wanted to go straight into the city to see her situation (of course, if she could find her).

"..."

Munster bit his lip and stayed in place for a while. It looked very desperate and painful, and his eyes filled with tears.

"Rand, are you trying to drive me away?"

It said lowly.

"No, I am not trying to leave you, but I hope you realize yourself -"

"I hate Rand."

Munster suddenly interrupted Rand loudly, tears continually scouring its pale cheeks, and its color became so dim that it looked like a stone monument in the cemetery.

Rand couldn’t help but take a step forward.

"Listen, Munster, I mean --"

"I don't want to be a big rabbit of Rand anymore! Hehe..."

It burst into tears and rushed into his new room, his tail slamming on the door.

The door slammed shut in front of Rand's nose.

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

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

"do you know?"

Rogers didn't know when he was around him, he stroked his chin with his fingers.

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

"Shut up, Rogers."

Rand licked his own temple, he turned tired and walked downstairs, and Rogers followed with a smile.

Rand had some weakness to trap himself on the sofa.

The carpet is still wet, and Munster's cleaning is almost secondary pollution. The moist air is mixed with the heavy lemon flavor of the detergent, which makes people feel dizzy.

Everything is so bad.

"Rogers, I saw Martini in the cupboard before... You mind let me..."

After a while, he said to Rogers sleepily.

"Of course, no problem at all, I still have a few bottles of good Polson gin, do you want to come?"

Rogers opened his arms and didn't even wait until Rand said it.

He gave Rand a glass of martini already a gin.

Rand swallowed both shots in a very rude manner.

Alcohol quickly turned into a cold flame burning inside his body, and his cheeks were covered with some blood.

"Thank you, Rogers."

He licked his face with his hand and whispered.

"It doesn't matter, it's good to be a friend's goodwill... Alcohol and time are always the best way to solve the problem. Isn't it? I really hope it will make you feel better."

Rogers sat on the coffee table, and he poured a glass of Rand, and the latter did not hesitate to swallow it as before.

"I just don't know what to do, Rogers, I really think when I do... it was a mistake."

"error?"

"Munster, it makes me feel that I don't know what to do... It's so powerful and different. I can't imagine what it would happen if it was announced to the public, but like now, put It is hidden around me, it controls it like a pet... This is not right, Rogers, this is really wrong, but what can I do? Give me another."

He gestured to order the bottle of gin.

Rogers picked an eyebrow and he reached out and took the cup from Rand's hand, then stuffed the bottle directly into Rand's hand.

"You should think about you and its future, standing on the side of friends, this is the only thing I can recommend..."

He suddenly lowered his voice.

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

"No-" Rand said subconsciously, then he grabbed his head. "You don't understand."

Rand had not dealt with alcohol for a long time, initially because of poverty, and then because of Vinson's health control.

At this time, two different wines were taken in one breath, which made him lose the drunkenness in a flash.

When he spoke, there was something unsatisfactory, but those thoughts hidden deep inside him seemed to flow out like uncontrollable.

"Rogers... Munster is the only one I have... I watched it grow up little by little, as if its life was due to me... it depends on me, it makes me think, I am needed..."

Rand never felt that he could really have something.

Includes memory.

When he was found in a car accident scene many years ago, he was just a helpless person without any memory.

He doesn't know how he appears in this world, and he doesn't know who he is.

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

He has a brother, Vincent, who knows that the man loves him, but... Rand is fascinated by Vincent's burning gaze, and it is only an illusion called Rand Sifus. That fantasies belonged to Rand Sifus, who had not experienced the kidnapping and did not disappear, and did not belong to him.

He is like living in a huge illusion.

Although it seems that those beautiful things are at your fingertips, and Rand's heart always has a voice telling him that these are not hiss, and no one really needs him.

In the depths of his heart, Rand feels like a shadow of the world. He has never had anything, and there has never been anything that really needs him... until Munster appears.

Even if it is like that...

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

"Hey..."

Rand suddenly smirked and he lifted the bottle towards Rogers.

The golden bottle reflects the shimmering light under the light.

"No, it may indeed be a monster, but in my heart... my heart... Munster is a precious treasure... It is... light... that bright light, you know? Light up my life... It makes me think that I can have something..."

"What do you have? God! Don't tell me that you decided to put your remaining life with a monster. It's just too... beautiful."

Rogers’s face became indifferent without knowing it. ”

"I... I just intend to do this... I need it, Rogers, I hate this, but I admit, I need it, even if it is a monster, even if it might even hurt others, God, I am a What a sad man... but I want it to be with me."

Rand suddenly cried, and he twitched and put his tears on his shoulders.

"You are drunk, Rand."

Rogers suddenly said.

He reached out and tried to get Rand's bottle back, but Rand smirked and stood up from the couch while crying.

He stumbled away from Rogers and walked toward the kitchen.

"I like your wine, Rogers, I think I can come again..."

Rand said drunk.

Rogers squinted his face in a cold voice and chased it up.

"Hey, Rand, you are already drunk."

He said, he pulled out the bottle from Rand's hand.

"give it to me!"

Rand reached out and waved in the air, his vision blurred. His original destination was the kitchen, but he finally ran into the low-decoration cabinet on the wall.

"boom……"

There was a sharp pain in his knee.

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

Leather shoes, watches, leather briefcases, lipsticks, necklaces... A few pieces of messy things fell from the door, making Rand feel confused.

"Oh, I thought this cabinet was for decoration..." he whispered, then sat down on the floor and fumbled for an attempt to get those things back.

"Rand! Don't move those -"

Rogers' face changed, and he rushed over to try to block Rand, but Rand had already smirked and grabbed the briefcase.

"I, I will pack these things up, Rogers, I am holding... sorry..."

But at the moment he grabbed the briefcase, the notebooks and documents that fell from the briefcase made the scene more messy.

A driver's license is on the ground, the person on the photo has bright eyes, and the corner of the mouth is smiling... and if you look up his social security number, you will know that the rotten corpse of the honoured police officer was in his own apartment half a month ago. It was discovered that the neck was shorted by thin lines and suffered from inhuman torture before death.

He almost caught the trace of Rogers, so Rogers finally retained his briefcase as his own spoils.

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

Some of them are members of the secret forces who have chased him, some are betrayed by his employer, some are former killers who have taught him murder skills... and senior police officers who have participated in the Lily McKinson case.

Rogers couldn't control himself not to collect the gadgets, and he didn't feel the strong satisfaction when he looked at the belongings that belonged to them. It seems that the souls of those people are still being squeezed and mourned in a cabinet with a damp smell.

It’s just that he didn’t think that Rand would find them at this time.

"This, what is this..."

Rand had picked up the driver's license before Rogers had time to stop it, but he was so drunk that he looked at it for a long time and he only saw a blur.

Then, the driver's license was covered by Rogers' hand with red nail polish.

"Rand, be quiet, you are really drunk, you won't want to trouble me, right?"

Rogers said to Rand.

Unlike before, his voice became low and cold at this moment, just like a serpent spitting in the darkness.

Rand looked up and stared at him, and slowly nodded after a moment.

Rogers smiled.

He kicked the scattered "trophies" aside, and half of the support was to help Rand upstairs and then stuff him into his room.

Randan lay in bed quietly, and he snarled at the roof and shouted "Vinson."

Rogers stood by his bed, glanced deeply and deeply at him, and a thin thread was drawn from his wrist and wrapped around his fingertips.

......

Then he slowly leaned down.

It was also at this time that Rand suddenly spoke.

"Munster... Stop..."

He whispered the name and then turned over sleepy and buried himself in a thin blanket.

Rogers slowly straightened up.

There was a thin cold sweat on his forehead, and then he raised his head.

This barn-remodeled house, as we said before, has a pouring roof that allows you to see the logs that were used when you first built it.

Now, Munster's pale face emerged from the darkness behind the logs. It looked at Rogers, and the red eyes reflected a small glow.

Rogers's face slowly showed a subtle smile.

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

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

He said to Munster.

"..."

Munster is still silent.

In the previous blow, the color on it made it look like a gloomy and horrible ghost, but now it presents a bright and disgusting bright blue.

"Okay, okay, I don't know what to do." Rogers made a swearing swear. "I think I should go to bed, so I wish you a happy evening."

He finished, keeping his posture with Munster, stepping back step by step and leaving Rand's room.

"咔嚓"

The door was closed.

Vol3

There is nothing more uncomfortable with the arrival of drunkenness and high fever.

Rand was deeply trapped in the deep sleep of alcohol, but the lava-like heat made him wake up.

When he finally caught the ethereal waking, he realized that he was breathing like a fish that had left the water. The air was thick and hot, his body was amazing, and his joints were under heat. It hurts to make people crazy.

"Damn..."

Rand squirmed his lips and made a hoarseness that could hardly be heard.

He didn't know how the heat would bring to his body, oh no, now he should be worried about this...

His head still has some chaos, and any process of thinking is like trekking in the mud.

But he can clearly feel the bad feeling. ’

And after a few minutes he saw Munster on his own, and he suddenly remembered what he was worried about.

The incomprehensible attraction between him and Munster!

Rand hit a spirit, he bit his own bite, blood made him play some spirit.

"Go...open..."

He refused to keep Munster in an easy way, trying to drive it out of his room.

But this time Munster did not seem to hear Rand's words, it slowly fell from the beam, and lightly pressed over the body of Rand's heavy and exuberant body.

"I don't want to go away."

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

"I am... I am the treasure of Rand, I am the light of Rand, so I am going to be with Rand."

It whispered in a low voice, approaching Rand, extending a long, split, slender tongue, gently licking his cheeks because of high fever.

"what……"

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

He wants to push it away, but after a few seconds he finds himself actually embracing the cold, slimy monster.

His fingertips got stuck in his skin.

The air began to change, and an unusual sweetness floated between him and Munster.

Rand’s temperament seems to be chaotic as if he fell into a swamp. His body is still as heavy as a stone, but his soul has become light and fluttering. Every breath he exhales seems to have roses in bloom, in confusion. In the sight, Munster's body is like a pearl and a gem.

Rand slowly reached out and his fingers slid down his face and then paused at Munster's mouth.

Munster's tongue caught his finger.

"Oh...hey..."

At this moment, the heart of Rand and Munster seems to resonate.

He can hear the strong rhythm and synonymous with the incitement in his blood.

"Don't... this... Munster... Go away..."

Rand whipped up the last bit of reason and struggled to make a dying struggle.

But Munster shook his head.

"I need Rand."

It said to Rand.

"I belong to Rand."

Its tail is wrapped around the body of Rand.

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

Rand's body was stretched under the influence of hormones. He couldn't even speak. The whole room was only his heavy breathing.

The heat is almost going to turn his brain into a pot of thick porridge. He feels that every cell in his body is craving for Munster.

He didn't understand what was going on, but when Munster spoke to him, he felt that something in his body was completely broken into pieces.

Munster groped for his lips, and it clumsied and stuttered in the ear of Rand.

"Kiss me, okay? Please... kiss me..."

......

......

...the dark and sticky swamp drowned Rand.

Rand slightly tilted his head, and he opened his mouth, covered Munster's tongue, and then stuck it up.

His arm was tightened behind Munster's wide neck.

This is a deep, sweet and sweet kiss.

Rand never kissed someone in this way before...

His body was almost at the moment of kissing, and he was completely caught in a certain situation.

At the same time, something entered the body of Rand through this kiss...or, in the soul.

He has always been such a light and soul that has become full and full in this moment.

The gap is filled.

A strong ** is filled in Rand's body. When he realizes, he finds himself entangled with Munster's limbs, and his throat is echoing this kind of hard-to-use language. the sound of.

It has no rhythm, no lyrics, just a long, low-pitched...

Munster is also singing.

It is intertwined with the voice of Rand.

Everything around this moment seems to be transparent, and in the world that Rand can perceive, only Munster and himself are left.

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

then--

"boom……"

Munster suddenly fell to the ground.

The kind of dreamy link was interrupted in an instant.

"Munster?"

Rand struggled to climb up. He was horrified to see that Munster seemed to be electric shocked and rolled on the ground.

The painful screams squeezed out of its body.

Blue blood is pouring between the scales and the scales.

"God, Munster..."

Rand rushed over, his body was still so weak that he could barely groping on the ground and climbing to Munster.

At the moment he hugged Munster's head, his body suddenly stood still and softened like a power-off machine.

But its eyes are bigger than ever, and the pupils are enlarged.

It turned its eyes and stared at Rand's pale face motionless.

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

Its expression and sight at this moment is so weird that he feels a weird familiarity.

"Rand..."

Munster made a low call, and a line of blood rushed out of his eyes.

"Rand."

It repeated it, his hands trembled and tried to lift it up, but before he touched Rand's cheek, he fell heavily.

It fainted in the past.

Vol4

"what happened?"

"Emergency code β96-31..."

"The spirit wave of the experimental body a417 has abnormal growth..."

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

Simon's dress slammed into the door and rushed in.

He was shocked to see the trembling body on the other side of the observation window, the long hair of Vincent Sifus... or the tentacles sticking inside the hard petri dish, and the surface of the petri dish material that should have been invincible Cracks gradually appeared.

"God...this is impossible..."

He couldn't help but mutter.

"Dr. Simon!"

The scream of the assistant at this time made him violently return to God.

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

"Please come over and see this... the meter has a problem... I think..."

The trace on the screen climbed at an angle of about forty-five degrees at the beginning, but the final angle grew larger and larger until it was completely parallel to the longitudinal axis, forming a straight line that rises vertically on the screen.

Simon rushed over, his fingers snapped the keys and called up the background values ​​for estimation.

After a moment, he shuddered and opened his mouth.

"No, it's not a fault... It's just a spiritual surge... God, *** it can do this..."

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

He cut it directly with a safety axe and then pressed the bright red button in the middle of the box.

"Dr. Simon, you don't have permission --"

The research assistant screamed back several steps.

At the same time, the alarm sounding through the sky echoed throughout the deep white biotechnology.

"We have to get this done before it riots all the experimental bodies... otherwise we have to die here."

Simon patted his hands and returned to the instrument.

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

......

......

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On the other side of the wall, a pair of bright red eyes slammed open...

The author has something to say: First of all, I want to say sorry to everyone... The anti-theft chapter should be replaced last night. As a result, my Jiji writing collapsed and all the manuscripts disappeared... Rewritten to 3 o'clock in the morning, but one came to me. In my aunt, I was still weak. Secondly, my finger ulceration was almost impossible to bend. After an hour of oozing, I couldn’t hold it. I could only postpone the time to replace the text.........

It’s more than a thousand words more than the number of words purchased.

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