Mermaid Effect

Rogers blinked and then he extended a finger to force Rand to turn his attention to his face.

"Hey, look at me." He said, "What did you see?"

Rand groaned and hesitated to pause for a while before opening.

"Oh... your foundation?"

Rogers had to step up his tone and his hand drew a circle in the air.

"What you see should be a perfect face. With such a face, I will always be harassed by some people, and in order to ensure that my wonderful body is not subjected to violence, you know, I can only choose to call myself a person who is not harmed by violence. By the way, I have a legal proof of guns, and then I have just lost sleep tonight... You should not know that you and your dear pet before How big is the movement coming out? I thought someone was illegally breaking into your home. After all, you have a brother who is a billionaire. People like you shouldn’t stay alone. In the apartment, oh, yes, if you insist on doing this, you better not raise strange pets."

Rogers's special tone and calm expression like a frightened girl made him look more sincere than anyone else.

Sincerely, I even felt sorry for Rand’s doubts about him before.

"Oh... thank you for your help... As for Munster, it was just a bit strange before, I didn't think..."

"'some'?"

Rogers raised his voice, but he quickly remembered that there was another creature in the living room, and he immediately lowered his voice.

"Well, it's weird."

Rand Ganba said.

In fact, even himself, in this case recalls the strange and strange things that Munster had revealed before, and he was very surprised that he turned a blind eye to it.

Before today, he always thought that it was just a little strange amphibious animal. It was just the raw materials that the deep white biotechnology leaked at sea made it change. Oh, it changed...

Rand played a spirit.

Then the whole room fell into that kind of silence again.

He looked at Rogers with a sigh of relief until the other party couldn't help but yawn.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

Rogers told him.

Rand was completely unable to answer his question. He now has a head in his head like a thousand Kekeys tapping on his brain, his brain is blank.

But he still shook his head slowly to Rogers.

"I don't know, maybe, look at it for a while?" he tempted.

"Observation? Rand Sifus! Are you crazy? Have you ever wondered how dangerous your living room is? I don't want to see you being wrapped up in a data-storing film one day, in the form of pieces. I got out of the door opposite me - I didn't tell you that my grandmother used to love lizards, and one day, you know, her Parkinson's attack, she may just faint at home, of course, it is more likely to just forget Feed her baby 'Sofia', 'Sophie' and 'Alexander'... Then when we found out, she had been eaten by them and the neighbors didn't even smell anything! God, your one Pets are bigger than my grandmother!"

"I think Munster looks more like a lizard... smarter?"

Rand squeezed out a bitter smile, and the tone was unsettling uncertainty.

Rogers looks fainting.

"The point is not this! The point is safety, your safety! God... we should call the 911 animal management station even if it is nasa! That stuff may be an alien! Let them take it from your living room. When you get out of the aquarium, those people will always have a way to deal with that stuff. I heard that Nasa sometimes mixes the Martians who have been scraped in the hamburger meat to the employees so that they will have more in the space for the aviation adaptation syndrome. Good resistance..."

"No, no, Rogers, don't do this."

Rand raised his hand and swayed in the air.

Although Rogers said that it was totally nonsense, Rand could not help but think of something else.

In the laboratory of Deep Biotechnology, he had occasionally seen some of the guinea products there, but it was a very common thing but made him feel very sick and uncomfortable. Randby has determined that once Munster is exposed to the sights of public institutions, it will become a subject of total research.

Plan the plan, then remove the internal organs, and finally put it into the liquid of formalin...

Rand felt a cold sweat on his back, and his tongue began to suffer and had a weak vomiting sensation.

He is not sure why, but as long as he thinks about it, his reaction seems to be always intense.

And when those elements are associated with Munster, his rebellious heart has become more intense - he has been feeding it for so long, and...

"Let me think about it, really, I think I just need a little time to deal with Munster better. It looks pretty awkward now."

Rand said.

"Hey, man, it almost killed me!"

"I know, but at that time you shot, it was still very obedient..." Rand said with a hard scalp, then pointed to the slippers on the floor. "It is still afraid of slippers."

......

Rogers showed an expression that seemed to be a toothache.

"Do you know? Rand, what you look like reminds me of my grandmother, her cat has a bubble in my shoes but she insists that it is just a way for the cat to show me love."

"I thought your grandmother was a lizard..."

"Oh, she raised lizards and cats. Of course, the cat was eaten by lizards." Rogers shrugged and said, "Well, if you must insist on keeping your monster in your house - please You will come to my apartment to taste the new biscuits in the future. That's it. Also, protect yourself from being eaten."

Rogersmo licked his fake hand and said to Rand. In the last sentence, he unconsciously lowered his voice. Of course, Rand did not hear this.

To be honest, Rand is still squatting for this decision.

Rogers finally turned out of the bedroom window, and he climbed some of the pipes to his apartment to avoid passing through the living room of the apartment.

Rand is very sorry to him... Of course, more is grateful. Because Rogers said he would help Rand keep a secret, and he will still feed Munster in the future (but only if Rand must go to his apartment).

When he left, Rand realized that his apartment was incredibly quiet, and the sky outside the window had been white...

For Rand, he didn't have that happy time to go straight to sleep.

After squatting in the room for a long time, he finally took the courage to remove the obstacles that were placed at the door. Then he trembled out of the room and came to the living room.

In the faint light, Munster is struggling in the aquarium in a distorted posture.

At the moment of seeing Rand, the feathery tentacles on his head popped up and began to sway slightly, because the stuff was so large that Rand couldn't even convince himself to ignore it.

Ok, this monster is still awake.

Rand trembled and stood on the diagonal farthest from the aquarium.

Compared with the owner's panic, Munster looked happy and happy. It seemed to be able to climb out and slam the tail to Rand's knee.

And it's obviously not possible to do this in the state of oil-impregnated cans, the bathroom can only desperately beat the aquarium wall with the truncated tail that is exposed outside. The poor aquarium sent out a sorrowful sorrow that Rand had to stop Munster.

"Stop, stop..." he shouted. "I mean, stop, Munster."

Munster’s tail immediately stagnated in the air.

It stared at Rand in confusion.

"Stop...down..."

it says.

Rand twitched his nose.

Come on, Rand, since you have made a decision then you should always face this.

He said to himself in the bottom of his heart, then he tempted to take a step toward Munster and then take another step.

It was very bright, and the living room was quickly filled with the pink glow of the morning glow.

Now that Randby had seen Münster more clearly than before - it was still the ugliness in his memory, but the wonderful things were here, and he found himself as afraid of it as he had imagined.

Especially, when you start to get close to it.

Rand walked only about forty centimeters away from Munster. Munster’s four eyes didn’t leave it from beginning to end, and when you got used to someone looking at you with four eyes...well, you It is a habit.

Just like Rand.

He swallowed a slobber and forced himself not to look at the tentacles that were desperately waving on Munster's head.

"Hey, Munster."

He said to Munster.

"I... I am Rand, do you know what I mean? I am Rand."

Munster's slick film slipped through its eyes, which might be the monster's blink of an eye - Rand thought.

Then he heard Munster's low voice.

"Rand."

Not a mechanical tongue, not a weird buzz.

Rand trembled a little because of this call. He looked at Munster in shock, and some couldn't believe it.

His heartbeat began to get a little faster, and then he tentatively pointed to his face.

"Do you know who I am?"

This is a question.

......

After a brief silence, Munster's tail twitched unconsciously.

It looked straight at Rand.

"Rand."

It answered this question.

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