Mermaid Effect

"Vinson -"

Rand rushed toward Vinson.

Because he was so frustrated that his hands and feet were so uncoordinated, he fell on the ground without any obstacles, leaving a serious bruise for half a month on his knees, but this time Rand even Did not feel any pain. At this moment, there is no fear or resistance to Vincent in his heart.

He kneels beside Vinson and puts his head on his knee.

Vincent's body was extremely trembled, perhaps awkward, his chest was agitating but Rand put his finger in front of his nose and found that he had not inhaled a little air.

Rand didn't know what happened to Vinson. He shuddered and slammed Vinson's head back, trying to get his breathing back to normal, but it didn't help at all - and he was using the biggest decibel he could make in this life. The voice calls for people outside.

He just wanted to blow up the **** soundproofed wall.

Vinson was particularly embarrassed by the distortion of his facial muscles, and his face turned blue. Rand stared at him.

A strong fear is like cutting a nerve like lightning.

No, don't be like this, Vincent will die.

Vincent will die.

Rand pressed Vinson's ribs, pinched his nose and put his head next to the dry, cold lips of his lizard skin, giving him artificial respiration.

"Vinson, hold on, just hold on!"

......

For Rand, it all seems so long, just like people say "like a century."

He heard someone rushing through the door and then he was rudely pulled away from Vincent.

A woman with champagne hair is as if she is guarding the lion.

"Give me a stretcher! I need to send him to the plane, we have medical equipment!"

Her voice sounded far away.

Rand was squatted on the corner of the sofa. He sat on the cold carpet and watched the woman grab the injection from her pocket and insert it into Vinson's artery. She poured the golden liquid into the white rudely. In the body of a man.

Vinson's chest burst into a long, dumb sound like a beast, and then he began to cough.

He can finally breathe.

Until this moment, the scene in which Rand’s slow-pressed button was pressed in front of Rand’s eyes suddenly became normal.

Rand's faceless woman looked at the champagne-colored hair... The consciousness slowly recovered.

Oh, it’s Caroline.

The man she is Caroline and on the ground is Vincent.

The pain that almost fainted Rand was like a snail finally being conveyed to his body at this time. Rand felt that his back hurts, and the knees became hot and sore as if they were broken. He had just hit the sofa corner directly, and as a sofa in a military airport office, it was terrible.

At this time, the staff transported a streamlined stretcher with special space wheels to the office. Two white nurses rushed in and transferred Vinson from the ground to the stretcher in the most professional way.

Rand took a deep breath and forced himself to stand up from the ground, although the pain from the bruise caused his eyes to drift through the black mist. Then he forcibly followed the caroline behind him... The latter was directing others to send Vinson to his private plane.

Rand didn't know what the problem was with Vinson, but from Caroline's series of instructions to those people, they seemed to have already known Vinson's problems and prepared medical devices that were beyond the usual configuration. - Just after a certain oil king in Saudi Arabia knows that he has a heart attack, there is always a medical team on the private jet and two heart donors.

Caroline's steps were fast and anxious, and her face was full of dignity that made Rand feel scared. She didn't find the rand that was barely behind because of the end of the bridge.

"Sorry, Rand."

She turned her head to Rand.

"what?"

Rand didn't understand that Caroline's eyelids covered her eyes and made it impossible to see her true mind.

"I mean, you can go back, I will send someone to send you back."

"I……"

Rand stared at Caroline with amazement.

"I know you are worried about Vincent, but," Caroline bit her lip. She took a deep breath and seemed to be controlling herself. Then she used a fake voice like a plastic piece. Rand continued to speak. "Is it so good? Rand... Now Vinson needs a more calm state, and his body has some problems. I need to send him back to Washington in the shortest possible time. He needs some. Special treatment."

"Isn't it a small problem?" Rand said, and he accidentally discovered that his voice had become stranger. It sounded like it was coming under the water. "If so, Caroline, I I think I should stay by his side..."

"But you just want to do this!"

......

Rand looked at Caroline, the kind of ecstasy that seemed to throw his entire soul away from the scene. He never thought that Caroline would interrupt his words in such a rude way, she looked at his eyes so strange.

She rubbed a handful of hair, picked an eyebrow, and then spoke to Rand.

"God, I hate this... but I have to say that, Rand, it won't be of any use even if you get on the plane, isn't it? And, in fact, anyone can see that you are not so happy. Get along with Vincent, no, you don't need to rush to deny, anyone with eyes can see it, including me, including Vinson, so this is why I will stop you here, Vinson's current body The situation... is not suitable for you. He is an excitable person after all. So, you only need to go home. If there is any news, I will inform you, I promise."

Caroline’s vision was that there was no temperature. She was annoyed by Vincent’s things, but she had to suppress it deeply.

When listening to her saying this, Rand suddenly noticed this.

He snarled and tried to refute but found that all the sounds were stuck in his throat like dry cotton.

Someone made a gesture from the operating room to Caroline, he needed to remove the bridge - the plane was about to take off.

Caroline finally looked at Rand deeply. She never said anything else but went straight into the airport.

The silvery whites were closed in front of Rand.

Some people brought Rand out of the covered bridge and stuffed him into a luxurious extended Lincoln.

In the long and narrow compartment, there is a black crystal tabletop coffee table with RAND likes, coffee, water, chocolate and red velvet biscuits - Vincent, and people around Vinson will never forget these detail.

There is aroma of orchid in the air.

Rand's body was deeply trapped in a leather seat, but he felt like he was a walking dead with no thinking ability.

The pain in the back and legs is like burning, but something deep in the heart of Rand is more unbearable than this burning pain.

He didn't understand why it was like this.

The black and long Lincoln car was ghostly carrying the man named Rand Sifus, walking along the highway under the deep purple night sky, with the pale moon above it.

No one answered the question of that person.

At the same time, in another place, Rand's head is seven kilometers above the sky. Vincent is making a dream.

He hasn't dreamed for a long time, but when the milky French colonial house once again appeared in his world, he was horrified to realize that he was back there again.

Go back sixteen years ago.

He looked down at his hand, a pair of white and slender hands, he was wearing a school uniform and a black bag under his arm.

Even if you don't have to look at him, you know that there are some gifts - chocolate, biscuits or greeting cards - that he was comforted in the high-level private high school, everyone knows that.

His brother was dragged out of his house and never returned.

The sun is about to set, and the sun has turned red at the edge of the distant mountains, and the darkness has begun to spread on the top of Vinson's head sixteen years ago.

He could hear his heart whining, but the body walked into the house completely uncontrollably along the path that was planted with rosemary.

A woman is sitting in the living room waiting for him.

She has black curly hair and grandmother's green eyes, pale skin, so similar to Rand that Vinson reflexively shook as she saw her face. She used to be beautiful, of course, she is also beautiful now, at least in Vincent's dreams - even if her cheeks are sunken, it will be the same as if she would die the next day.

The room was arranged by her.

The ground is polished brown maple, the wall skirt is also the same color wood, and the upper part of the wall is a pink wallpaper with golden patterns of vines and birds. The living room is large, and the hand-woven carpet is decorated with antique furniture that the Severus couple like. The chandelier glowed yellowish above the living room.

All this should have been warm and happy.

However, the blood on the carpet exudes a thick and almost suffocating rust.

"Hey, Vinson, you are back."

The woman turned back and she looked at Vincent and showed a smile.

Vinson walked over step by step.

The body of his father is so little in his sight.

Just hugged him that morning and told him that everything that would be fine would fall to the ground, the abdomen was cruelly cut, and the ugly internal organs were scattered under his body like broken berries.

He squinted from start to finish, staring at his top with an incredibly surprised look.

"Sorry, I seem to mess up myself."

The woman said weakly to Vincent, she bent down and pulled the silver knife from the man's abdomen.

Her hands were completely dyed red and looked like red lace gloves.

She pressed Vinson's shoulder with that hand, forcing him to do it on the couch—and his father's head was at his feet.

The woman sat down across Vincent.

There was even a fruit plate on the coffee table - Vinson couldn't help but wonder why there was a fruit plate - he looked at the fruits and his brain was blank.

Until the woman's hoarse and illusory voice forced him to drop his sight on her.

Don't look, don't look -

His inner mourning is so strong that if there is a physical one, it may have turned into a real beast to tear open his chest and escape.

But in this dream, he still looked at the woman uncontrollably.

"Vinson, why don't you optimistic about Rand?" She began to cry, tears dripping the blood from her face.

"I can't stand it, Vinson, I am sorry that I did it all."

She is sobbing.

"...but you really should be optimistic about him. You are a brother. You should protect Rand. You should protect him. Why can't you do this?"

She covered her face with her hand and then suddenly raised her head.

Vinson had to look at the green eyes that had completely fallen into madness.

She, the woman, Vincent's mother, Mrs. Sifus – she showed Vincent a desperate smile that he would never have seen again in his future life, and then picked up the silver knife, accurate and simply The ground broke through the carotid artery.

Under the pumping of the heart, the blood rushed from the wound and instantly bathed the whole person of Vincent.

He tried to escape, but at that moment his body was completely unable to move.

He can only sit there, letting the hot and bright red blood fountain spray on every inch of his skin, every capillary blood hole and every fold of the soul.

"You should protect him."

Mrs. Sifus's body fell vertically from the sofa, her head squatting on Vinson's toes.

Her lips opened slightly and couldn't make any sound, but Vinson knew what she was going to say.

"You should protect Rand."

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