Mermaid Effect

"Are you going to be a good boy?"

The voice of the demon whispered in Rand.

Her voice was hoarse, as if her tongue had been burned by the sulphur of hell, and every syllable was like a devil's soul screaming.

"I will."

- When Rand woke up from his dream, he heard himself talking to himself.

His body twitched unconsciously... He quickly pressed his tongue against his captain, and the trembling disappeared a few minutes later.

Rand gasped in bed, his cold sweat dampened his pajamas, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

nightmare.

Rand knew that he had started again, and this often happened, even during his quiet life with the Asian couple. The psychiatrist said that he had had some kind of psychological trauma, but Rand felt that everything was fine.

However, it is the slang of some dreams and the physiological convulsions that wake up later, and Rand is now getting used to it.

Soon he woke up and found that the headache like a nightmare had disappeared.

This feels good, like being reborn, or you can say so.

Rand climbed up from the bed and found that the clothes he was wearing yesterday were neatly stacked on the edge of the bed. A trace of the faint feminine perfume remained in the room, belonging to Rogers.

This overly feminine thoughtfulness made Rand feel a little embarrassing, he looked at the clothes, then grabbed them and stuffed them in while washing the washing machine.

In the living room, Rand couldn’t help but stop, the smell...

Rand felt as if he had smelled something, a slight rot.

But the taste is just like a ghost. Once you focus on it, it will disappear.

In order to deal with the strange smell that may be the illusion, Rand yanked open the curtains. It was still early, but the sunlight pouring into the room still made him wink and blink. Other side effects of the vaccine still exist, and some can endure weakness.

The sound of the water coming from the kitchen, Rand slammed his forehead to the kitchen, and then he saw the water flowing on the cooking table and the fish spinning in the basin.

He couldn't help but pause.

Rand immediately discovered that the wound of the fish was healing, the white film fell off the bottom of the basin, and the water was a bit muddy, giving off a smell that was unpleasant.

"Oh, I have forgotten you."

Rand picked an eyebrow and said to the little guy in the salad pot.

He walked back to the porch and found the fish food recommended by the pet shop owner from the sundries and sprinkled them randomly on the water. But the fish was just lazily turning around and there was no food at all.

Rand stood at the dining table and watched it for a while, using his fingers to play the wall of the salad pot, but the fish still did not react, as if the fish food was just dust falling on the water.

Rand couldn't help but bounced the salad pot, simply trying to catch the fish's attention - forgive him, after all, he had not raised any animals in his limited memory.

The fish suddenly slid out of the water and bit his finger.

"Hey--"

Rand immediately took back his fingers.

He was scared to jump almost, but it was completely different from the horrible scene in which he was bitten by a fish. The fish only smacked him symbolically.

Raising his finger, Rand can see a shallow white print there.

It was not until this time that the cold sweat slowly slipped down from his forehead.

"This is not fun."

Even if he knew that a fish could not understand human words, Rand couldn't help but raise his voice and say it to him.

"..."

Of course, he did not receive any response.

The fish that emerged with beautiful blue-green neon turned lazily, and the fat belly hit the stainless steel surface of the salad pot. Each of its scales looked like a carefully crafted piece of art.

Rand picked an eyebrow and suddenly realized that he was talking to a fish.

Yes, admit it, this is a bit stupid.

He seemed to hear a voice saying to him happily, so he removed his attention from the salad pot and landed on the aquarium material at the door.

In theory, this time he should first give himself a toast, a scrambled egg, a cup of black coffee with a charming atmosphere - oh no, no coffee, he forgot that he had just finished the vaccine.

All in all, he should give himself some breakfast, but the scene where the fish stayed in the salad pot was really depressing.

(Forgive him, he actually started thinking about a fish.)

In the end, he spent a little longer than expected to make the simple aquarium. It looks good. The only trouble was that Rand had sprinkled some of the salt in the sea, but in the end he decided to follow the guidelines, no matter how good the final effect is at least better than what he had made with sea salt and water – even It was like this, when Rand put the fish in his newly-arranged aquarium, he still felt a little nervous.

What if the fish is **** unable to adapt to the better "sea water"?

He had a funny thought in his head, and it was only then that he realized that he had begun to look forward to this weird little thing...

Rand took a moment and then smiled.

Ok, this is really a fresh experience for him. (Remember what we said before? Rand’s limited memory has never been anything, and the reality is that he only spends more time on him. He and his group in the New Jersey countryside apartment - of course, you don't need to be responsible for it.)

Rand didn't know if this was a good change, but it was like the song, let him go.

He looked at his own handmade work, and the pump was decorated with some of it, but the wonderful thing is here, just a simple aquarium, the blue liquid inside matches the obviously more leisurely fish, let him produce A wonderful satisfaction.

Oh, no matter what, at least he has a fish now.

This fish is much more lovely in the aquarium than in the salad pot. Naturally, it does not have any unsuitable performance. It seems that its life is indeed very tenacious.

Rand remembered what the owner had said to him.

"little monster."

He held out his finger and clicked on the fish wall through the resin cylinder wall, and smacked unconsciously.

A moment later, Rand felt that "monster" might be a good name - for a weird fish.

Rand was almost full of compassion and made some fish food on the water. I expected Munster to eat in a comfortable environment, but the same thing happened again. Its attitude towards fish food can still be used. "Look at it", and Rand does not want to experience the feeling of being bitten by a fish (even if it does not cause any harm to him).

He felt a little confused and was not sure whether it was a problem with Munster or a problem with fish food.

Finally, Rand decided to give himself breakfast and find a way to find an answer on the Internet...provided he could find it.

However, when he finished the toast and brought the plate back to the aquarium, he found that the fish feed was given a new meaning by Munster - a sticky, texture-like appearance of glue similar to the nose. In the corner of the aquarium that took Rand for quite a while, and the fish food dyed colorful by food coloring is like a special decorative material dotted on the surface of the mucus.

There is a clear void in the middle of the mucus, which looks like a cockroach or something else, but no matter what it is, it looks disgusting.

Rand's face looked at the thing in a distorted manner, and Munster was busy transporting the fish food from the surface of the water to the surface of the "茧". Rand was not sure that the fish could feel the human emotions, but when Rand felt unwell, Munster turned around.

It has a lot of small particles of fish food in its mouth, and the markings on the body look a lot brighter. Its fish mouth touched comfortably on the wall of the aquarium, and then began to work on the decoration work of “茧”, which was as hardworking as a worker bee.

Rand frowned and moved his gaze back to the plate in his hand, where there was a small group of scrambled eggs, and Rand found himself no longer appetizing.

After fifteen minutes of deciding to raise a pet, Rand began to regret it. 2k novel reading network