Mermaid Effect

Rand looked at the police car on the balcony.

He stood there silently for a while and then returned to the room, walked into the kitchen and began pouring coffee beans in the coffee grinder.

Oh, yes, he certainly remembers that he was in the midst of a vaccine, but he felt that he couldn’t resist the craving—a desire for that sweet and hot cheap instant coffee.

This is rare because he never wanted to drink that thing since the night of fourteen.

Perhaps it was just because the unpleasant contact with the police evoked his memories. Rand thought so, but he found his hands trembled very sharply. The dark brown coffee beans fell on the table and then fell on the gray matte kitchen water floor. on.

I should clean it up here.

Rand seemed to be able to hear a voice in his body talking and muttering, but all he could do was just numbly standing there.

He found himself unable to move.

cold……

Under the high temperatures in Kansas, Rand felt the cold in his kitchen that seemed to make people freeze. He breathed warm air in a big mouth, but the ice cooling that seemed to spread from the depths of his body frozen his whole person.

Rand felt a groan.

He seems to have returned to the fourteen-year-old night again. The lights of the police station are dim. There are various kinds of smudges on the walls that can't tell the source. The air is filled with the turbid atmosphere. By those addicts, drunks and have Brought by the prostitutes who are rich in perfume.

He sat in a hard chair and swayed back and forth uncontrollably.

Everything around him wrapped him like a sticky liquid. His brain was blank. Someone came over and asked his name...

he does not know.

In the past, he was a mist of fog, everything was so chaotic, only a vague fear stayed behind the fog.

Then, the boy who was thinner and paler than his peers bowed his head and saw his hand... the black smudges in the nails.

But Rand knew that it was not a stain, it was just dry blood.

The cold was the one that hit him at that moment. His heart was like a beating that was about to explode. He forced his mouth open and tried to breathe, but the air could not enter his lungs at all, as if there was an invisible The hand caught his trachea.

The strange thing is that he can clearly outline the hand in his mind, dry, slender, wet and cold.

After a few tens of seconds, his face lie flat on the ground, and a female police officer found his strangeness (at that time he was desperately rolling on the ground, his legs slamming on the ground).

"God, this child has asthma..."

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"Hey, calm down, calm down, look at me... Rand... Look at me... call... suck... call... suck... Rand..."

A voice is talking to him.

Rand instinctively obeyed his words, and it took a long time (and probably only a moment), and he realized that the person who spoke was Rogers.

His brightly colored hair in the blurred sight is almost irritating to the human eye.

He was kneeling on the floor, one hand holding a rand, and the other hand holding a brown kraft paper bag over his nose and mouth. Rand looked at him in a very close distance and found that Rogers had a pair of gray eyes with unusually light colors.

The eyes are just like reptiles in a certain angle. There is no emotion that human beings should have. People feel incompetently chilling – of course, this is just a very short moment, even Rand I didn't realize it because another feeling was confusing him: familiarity.

Rand’s consciousness swayed for a moment, as if there had been a lot of backs in front of the scene.

(Someone used to gaze at him almost suffocating like a reptile without any emotion)

Rogers's hand held Rand's neck, and his hand was unusually stable compared to the anxious expression he was showing. It was unusually cold, like the hand of a dead man who had been iced for a long time in the refrigerator's freezer. Slightly shrinking under the effect of cold air, there is a wrinkle-like touch - but, damn, what is he thinking about!

Rand slammed a fierce spirit, and the whole world finally returned to his side.

The air was warm, Rogers's voice was tight and loud, and his body was pressed against the coffee beans, and not far away, some messy daily necessities were scattered on the ground, apparently the leather bags in the hands of Rogers were loaded with them.

"Oh, I think I am alright."

Rand flat recovered some of the rhythm of breathing, and finally had the strength to slowly push Rogers's hand.

Rogers blinked, his fake eyelashes and the bottom of his eyes were covered with small rhinestones, and he stared at Rand.

"Man, do you know one thing - if you have asthma, you should put the life-saving spray at your fingertips!"

He exclaimed, and then as if he had finally returned to God, he sat down on the floor with his hands on the floor behind him.

"You are scaring people to death!"

After a while he opened his hand and slammed his chest and added that if he could ignore the resin rose ornament on his nails, he looked really frightened.

Rand couldn't help but feel sorry for his instinct to resist at that moment. After all, Rogers now seems to be really worried about himself.

"Sorry," he said dryly. "I didn't think... it's just neurofunctional asthma. I haven't had it for a long time. I thought it was already good."

Rand slowly supported the station and stood up. His legs were still soft, but he was about to return to normal.

"Nervous...functional asthma?"

"Ah, yes, it's kind of..." Rand struggled to find the exact words in the still chaotic mind to explain, "Psychological problems, I think."

Rogers looked straight at Rand, and he blinked again (Rand couldn't ignore his blink because the rhinestones were too shiny), he opened his lips, but in the end he simply said: "Oh. It sounds a bit troublesome." Then he thought for a moment and added another sentence, "But everything will be fine, right?"

Very obvious, he wants to comfort Rand.

A burst of warmth swept Rand, and for the first time he leaked a little weakness in front of a person who was still not familiar with it - he asked Rogers to give him a cup of hot coffee with a lot of syrup.

Rogers looked worried about his condition, and he forced Rand to eat some of his new snacks: butter biscuits with marshmallows and peanut butter, wrapped in creamy chocolate crust.

Even if the physical and mental state is extremely fragile, Rand must admit that this dim sum may be too sweet to create a good illusion.

Perhaps it is this illusion that when Rand took the last bite of coffee, the ghost made a secret opening.

“In fact, the doctor said that I might have suffered a serious trauma.”

He said to Rogers.

"I think you should know that I used to... ever..."

"A kidnapped." Rogers interrupted his hesitation. The next second, the man with heavy makeup showed a sly expression. He held his mouth. "Sorry, I just didn't care..."

"Ah, no, no, it doesn't matter. After all, is that famous?" Rand was relaxed. "I heard that the whole United States was playing my tracing notice at that time."

Rand did not make a mistake.

Eighteen years ago, the kidnapping case about him was shocking the entire United States.

A female mentally ill patient broke into Siefs's home in Los Angeles during the summer vacation, where she was kidnapped and then left after the 10-year-old Rand Sifus. At the time, Rand's parents were busy with a very important experiment at the company, and 16-year-old Vincent Sifus accompanied Rand at home.

However, Rand was still tied up.

If this is the case, the whole story has not yet reached the point where people still pay attention after 18 years. The real turmoil occurred after he was missing for a week. Some people found four in a luxury holiday villa near Los Angeles. The cruelly murdered body - the body of the villa is the owner of this villa.

What makes people feel incredible is that according to the record of closed-circuit television in the villa, the victim was killed a week ago, the day Rand was missing...

Then, a young woman with Rand and another child spent the entire week as a master in a luxurious and enjoyable manner. The woman even opened a dance party. Almost everyone believed in her remarks that “the former main investment failed to mortgage the villa to her”. After all, she was so funny, humorous and graceful.

When people were partying in the open-air swimming pool, four bodies were rot in the basement.

The final odor was almost unbearable, but when the corpse was discovered, the woman had disappeared without a trace of Rand and the other child.

This mass-killing tragedy was called "the Los Angeles substitute **** case" by the media at the time - unfortunately, this is only the beginning.

From that day on, almost every other time, similar cases will happen.

Sometimes it is the owner of a luxury villa, sometimes a happy middle class in a model community, sometimes a poor but happy family in a caravan... The woman changes her appearance in various ways to kill the owner of the original house. Then, with two children posing as real homeowners, after a dreamy family life, they quickly disappeared.

According to a handful of materials that fbi later circulated, the judgement of the woman at the time was "unimaginable high IQ and cold blood."

She is simply Lilith in the criminal world, completely playing with the law enforcement agencies at the time. The criminal tactics, appearance and whereabouts are simply impeccable. She has only one point that has never changed, Rand.

At any time, she carries Rand.

Until two years later.

"Lilith"'s crime is too arrogant and modeled. After paying a lot of manpower and material resources, fbi finally caught her fox tail.

However, in the cottage where she eventually committed suicide, there was no trace of Rand and the boy known as "another person."

People just found a large number of **** boys with their belongings in Lily's carry-on baggage, but according to the identification, those bloodstains did not belong to Rand.

With the death of Lilith, Rand's whereabouts have almost become an eternal mystery.

In fact, after Rand returned to the Sifus family, if it wasn’t for Vinson’s ability to show fear, and with all the resources that could be used to forcefully suppress the entire American media, Rand Sifus was almost It is impossible to have this life that is calm.

At this point, Rand had to admit that he was unusually grateful to Vincent.

"But, when you appeared two years later, everyone should be aware of it?"

Rogers sat next to Rand and said with a relaxed gesture.

Rand showed him a subtle smile.

"Oh, actually, when I reappear, except for amnesia... there are some other changes." He said, "It’s a very unbelievable thing to say, my looks have some Change, and, my blood type has changed. If it is not the final identification with dna, I don’t think anyone would think that I am the Rand Sifus. In fact, I know that there are still many People think that I am just a liar trying to divide the assets of the Sifus family."

Rand said self-deprecatingly.

What did Rand before ten years old look like? He used to see the child on the photo.

The bad habits of the close relatives of the Severus family from Europe directly led to the genetic disease of the entire family. Like Vinson, he had some mild whitening symptoms - almost exactly the same as his father. The white-skinned, pale-colored light-haired hair was even the symbol of the Sifus family. However, when he appeared again in front of the world fourteen years ago, he was a normal boy with dark hair and green eyes.

At the same time, his blood has become a rare blood type.

Rarely, Vinson strictly forbids him from revealing his blood problems to anyone.

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In this conversation with Rogers, Rand didn’t actually say too much—after all, he talked about a kidnapping that he didn’t mean at all, or a **** case that caused many senior agents to commit suicide... It’s a very embarrassing thing.

Rand just said something about psychotherapy. He has some minor problems, but doctors are always making a fuss. Rogers even resonated with this - many years ago he was sent to see a psychiatrist just because of mascara.

"... Of course, the effect is not very bad, the doctor's stuff is incredibly incredible."

Rogers finally licked his lips and recalled that there was some blush on his cheek, but Rand guessed it should be just blush.

Well, except for some of Rogers’ occasional remarks that made RAND feel uncomfortable, the conversation was basically enjoyable.

The conversation with him made Rand feel relaxed and happy, although at a certain moment, in a very short time, he still felt a little bit of fear for Rogers.

Rand didn't know what the **** suspension bridge theory or anything else, or even the abnormal mutation next to the orml3 gene (this mutation can lead to misregulation of sphingolipids - this change directly contributes to asthma) He still thinks that Rogers gave him a feeling of being like a friend.

As night fell, Rogers and Rand ended the contact. When Rand sent Rogers to leave, he finally realized why he always felt that something was wrong.

The apartment's large door locks were clearly detached, and there were clear footprints on the outside – no matter what it was before, but the ones now appearing in Rand's sight are no longer useful. .

God knows how much strength Rogers used when kicking the door. Rand involuntarily stroked the door and found that the planks there were almost completely cracked.

"I'm very sorry."

Rogers's fingers were in the red hair, and he shrugged his shoulders, some not too embarrassed to say.

Obviously, he was able to appear next to Rand because he directly broke the lock of Rand.

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Rand did not speak, and he looked at him in confusion.

His asthma attack, even breathing, was a great difficulty. He was weak and silently fell on the floor—in theory, Rogers as a neighbor should not and should not be aware of it. But Rogers broke into his room at the most critical time and saved him.

This approach may be difficult to explain by coincidence.

As a person who was forced to resist the mental breakdown by Vincent's control, Rand's vigilance against this kind of thing has almost been portrayed in his genes. He is sincerely hope that Rogers can give him a reasonable explanation.

"I just didn't feel right, so I didn't control my strength." Rogers stepped back and said to Rand. "Really, this is ridiculous, but when I pass your door, I want to listen." It’s a certain sound."

"sound?"

"Oh, yes, I don't know how to describe it. In short, it is a very uncomfortable sound. I feel a bit like white noise, but... no, it's different... I just heard the sound at the moment. I feel that something extremely bad is happening in your room, so I sneaked in."

He blinked again, and there was a touch of emotion that really belonged to him - doubts, passing quickly.

Rogers knew that he did not lie.

"Listen, Rand, if you think there is something wrong with what I am doing, I... well, I don't know how to explain it, but that's the way it is."

Rogers looked very upset.

Rand bowed his head and smiled. He must admit that Rogers is a person who is very good at infecting others with his own, at least in the face of this kind of explanation that is just like a joke, Rand found that he really began to believe his statement.

"Well, maybe that is God's instruction."

He said to Rogers.

After calling the administrator to handle the door lock, Rand was still confused about the so-called "white noise."

A kind of uncomfortable, can you express the sound of emotions as long as you hear it?

You know, the creature in the room at the time was only a fish, except that he was lying on the ground like a madman. The only thing left was a fish.

Rand thought as he slowly approached the aquarium.

However, after seeing the state of the aquarium, Rand involuntarily widened his eyes. 2k novel reading network