Mermaid Effect

Rand, holding Munster, who was about to become "cracky", rushed to the nearest water, his bathroom.

After opening the shower, he sprinkled water on the little monster, but the latter still looked weak. Uneasy quickly rises from the heart of Rand...

Although he always thought that Munster was a bit strange now, he never thought about letting it die. He even began to wonder if he was too nervous about it before he was too nervous. He once saw his friend's rabbit died of a frightened case, in association with Munster...

"Oh, no, I don't want to."

Rand whispered to himself, he opened the faucet in the bathtub and began to store water in the white tank.

Then he put Munster in.

It sinks straight to the bottom of the water.

The faucet is still open, the sound of the slap in the bathroom echoes, and the transparent waterline is still rising. Rand's eyes glared at the bottom of Munster... It was smaller than Rand's thought in the bathtub.

Its two tentacles pulled down, and the blue tail occasionally twitched, but Rand was not sure whether it was automatic or because of the fluctuations in the current.

"Oh, don't do this."

Rand felt his heart as if he had been tightened. He knelt down and leaned over to the bathtub and muttered at it.

After all, it seems so energetic before a while...

At this time, the little blue monster suddenly slammed into the water from the bottom of the bathtub at the speed that Rand completely responded. It opened his mouth at Rand.

"puff--"

A waterline with a touch of scent rushed to Rand's face.

Rand blinked his eyes, and the brain was blank for a few seconds to realize that just now, the little **** spit a sip of water on his face.

The water dripped his hair and dripped down his cheeks, and even his pajamas collar became wet.

Rand wiped his face with his hand and raised his eyebrows, his face twisted and stared at Munster's line of sight.

At this time, its action is not so much a fish, it is more like a otter. The body that was still sinking under the water just now is incredibly light. It floats easily in the bathtub. Two pectoral fins slowly slap the water, and the part above the neck stands straight on the water.

Its eyes are shining, and it seems that even the two red markings on the face are more vivid. After looking at the rand, it opens its mouth and sends out a series of "squeaky" mutters - it looks energetic. Four shots, there is no such thing as a weak look.

"well."

Rand said coldly.

He vowed to hear ridicule and happiness from the series of snoring.

Damn, ridicule from a fish!

And just now he was still worried about this little bastard. For a moment, Rand only felt that on such a night he was actually stupid because of a fish wearing a wet pajamas in the bathroom.

He jerked out his hand and pressed a smug little monster to the bottom of the water.

Then he stood up and walked straight out of the bathroom and “closed” the door.

There was a loud sound of water behind him. Rand didn't know if Munster had taken the water out, but he vowed that he would not pay attention to it anymore. Now he is sleepy and tired, and his body is still wet.

He really has no spirit to pay attention to the guy who will even die.

Rand licked his hair and shouted at the bathroom door: "Shut up!"

He didn't expect this, but the "beep" and water sound behind the door became quiet as soon as his voice fell.

well.

Rand rolled his eyes, and he took off his pajamas (still with the eccentric scent) and fell to his bed.

"Oh, let the little monster go to hell."

He said to himself in his own mind, closed his eyes, and almost fell into a sleep in an instant.

At the same time, another person... or we should name the surname, Susan, but not enough luck with Rand.

Although she was tired and terrible, the things she faced made her unable to close her eyes and go to sleep.

Because Tony is dead.

Susan twitched at Tony's body. She didn't know what went wrong. There were several obvious wounds on Tony, which were pulled out by Susan's whip, but in theory they could only be left on the skin. The red raised welt was deep in Tony's swollen body surface, like a soft cut on a ripe fruit, and the juice instantly smashed out... and here, Tony’s body It's not such a wonderful thing as juice, dark red blood, mucus, and a hint of pale yellow viscous (perhaps fat), which is a mixture of sticky liquids that almost completely soak the carpet.

There was a strong stench in the room, Susan curled up in the corner, her arms hugged her knees, and her tears washed her black eyeliner into a mottled net over her pale face.

"I didn't think about it, I didn't think about it... I never thought about it..."

She repeated this sentence mechanically.

"Oh, shut up, stupid girl."

Another person in the room angrily yelled at her.

It was a scrawny woman, wearing a leather jacket similar to Susan, but the tight clothes on Susan were loose on her body, and her hair was stained with reddish-brown hair. Almost, there are some red patches on the face that is deeply sunken. People who use drugs for a long time will always have this thing.

Her nickname is "square a"... of course it was just the title.

Like Susan, she was previously a member of "Lace and Leather," and even the most popular. Just like all addicts, youth and beauty are as fast as the grit of the fingertips, and she quickly becomes a marginal figure - but it is undeniable that she is familiar with all the rules of the head. Susan was a good partner with her before, especially "Box a" occasionally helped to deal with Tony with her, this "friendship" continued.

Of course, when Tony died in front of Susan in such a strange way, she instinctively found "square a."

Compared with the frightened Susan, "square a\\\" looks calm and unreasonable - she even thought about pulling out his wallet and cigarettes from Tony's jacket.

She opened the wallet, counted the banknotes from inside, and then licked her mouth.

"Give me another five hundred, I will help you with this stuff."

She kicked Tony with a pair of high heels that she had worn out and lit a cigarette.

Susan raised her head and looked at her: "What five hundred?"

"Box a" smirked and repeated it.

"Five hundred, I know a good place, we can transport him and bury it in the deep underground. No one will find this thing, I swear. Then you continue your life, maybe you can still A reporter, silly girl, everything will be fine... you only need to give me another five hundred, this is just a small amount, isn't it?"

"I... we can call 911..."

Susan twitched and said.

"Box a" shrugged his shoulders: "If you insist, I don't object, but think about it..."

She kicked the body of Tony again.

"These wounds, and your whip - you might stay in prison for a short time because of this **** mistake, baby."

I have to say that in the aspect of convincing others, "square a" is quite talented.

She finally convinced Susan.

They put Tony's body in a trash can and transported it out with a cart, while thoroughly washing the floor of the room with bleach. Then they carried Tony to the depths of a deserted farm – the owner of the farm had mortgaged the whole piece of land to the government because of bankruptcy, but apparently the government did not spend too much time on this remote and ridiculous place.

When Tony was dumped from the trash can, even the "square a" couldn't help but frown.

She and Susan stood next to the deep pits they had dug together.

"Oh... he looks so disgusting."

She said that she couldn't help but ignited a cigarette in her mouth.

"He doesn't look normal," Susan still shed tears. She nervously shook her lips. "He's really not normal, so he will be like this..."

"Block a" didn't care to lick her mouth. She accidentally took out her cell phone from her pocket and took a few photos at the pit.

Susan looked back at her in shock: "What are you doing?"

"Reassure, I just haven't seen such a body, just pat it... Don't look at me like this, okay, I will delete it later."

"Box a" said.

In the deep pit under their feet, Tony is like a melted wax image that melts into a group of things that can't be seen clearly (no matter whether "block a" or Susan can't find a better word to describe him). The wet piece of meat is like melting, the white skeleton is supported from the meat, and the light of the flashlight reflects the light of the forest.

"Fill in the soil, everything will pass."

"Block a" puts the phone back in the pocket and pats Susan's shoulder.

They shoveled the soil again, and the fallen brown clods eventually covered up Tony’s...

After a few hours -

Sending the crying and stupid girl back to the apartment, "square a" lit a cigarette, sitting in the dirty and dilapidated pickup and took a deep breath.

A few passing dregs sent a frivolous whistle to her. If the previous "square a" could not give up the group of guys, but at this time she had something else to do.

She spit out a spit and swayed the window.

Then she took out her cell phone from her pocket, which was like Tony's body. She did not delete the photos as she said.

"You will bring me good things, right?"

"Block a" smirked at the screen, then pouted over it.

blackmail?

Oh, no, she doesn't plan to use these photos to extort Susan—the money for the stupid girl is all used to pay for the student loan. She even thinks that the 500 pieces she wants from the woman this evening are already hers. All the property is gone.

So, the only people who really make these photos work...

Rand Sifus.

The breathing of "square a" is slightly faster. Unlike Susan’s idiot, she realized the unusualness of Tony in the first place. I know that the normal person’s body would not be like that. Not long ago, she had heard Tony’s promise to Susan in a three-person trip – he discovered the little secrets of Rand Sifus, what biological companies killing agents, and so on...

"Block a" licked her lips and she believed she could get a good price from Rand Severus. This is risky, she knows, but she can't manage that much.

Her current addiction is getting bigger and bigger, and her body can't attract enough men to pay for her cute little powder.

Tony’s death is a tragedy, but for her, this is a handy gift.

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