Mermaid Effect

When you are driving on the road for a long enough time, you will encounter enough weird things.

As a long-distance freight driver, Bert Vigers always felt that he had seen enough strange things - he was divorcing his third wife, and the fat fat plait always had a long rash. The Mexican woman has polished his nerves in a variety of ways as rough as the stones of the Grand Canyon. At the moment he came out of the court, he was more convinced than anyone that he would not be surprised by anything, but that night was an exception.

The scene that Bert Vigers saw, still made him somewhat afraid of his own eyes.

It was at the middle of Route 73, a night with a moon, few cars, and no people on the roadside who were holding a thumb to take a taxi. He drove very smoothly until he was behind a not steep turn. A Sterling long head truck. Bert Vigers rarely sees this level of heavy trucks on the 73. Of course, it is not just the shape of the car that caught his attention.

In fact, at the beginning, he couldn't even see what it was, because the driver of the truck actually **** a strong high beam, and the glaring light made Bert Vigers involuntarily With his eyes closed, his gaze was blurred by this glare. For a cargo driver, you might be able to put your hand on the steering wheel while the other hand is holding the potato chips, but your eyes should be on your way... Bert Viggs is not that A person who wants to go to God's embrace early for a little stimulation.

He angrily turned his own high beam light into an attempt to remind the idiot on the opposite side of the road, but the other party did not respond at all, it was very fast - far more than the speed that this type of heavy truck should have, it is fast The land passed over Bert Vigers's car, and when the two cars met, Bert Vigers pressed the window and spit at the Sterling and raised his middle finger.

"Bastard, why not go to **** early?!"

He roared toward the driver's seat of the car.

However, just as he vented his anger and was ready to turn back, in the yellow light of the streetlight jump, Bert Viggs looked at the figure behind the car's window.

A blonde girl sat in front of the huge steering wheel, she turned her head and glanced at him blankly.

Bert Viggs wasn't sure if it was the light, or the time of that moment was too short.

But the girl looked so young and incredible.

Her blond hair dances in the night wind that flows from the window. The blue pupil is like a baby. She has a long nose and lips—the appearance of a typical Eastern European, and is full of the childishness of a teenage girl.

Viggs thinks she looks like she is only sixteen or older.

The two cars staggered in a very short time and then headed in the opposite direction. In the time when Burt was so swaying, the Stirling had become a smaller and smaller shadow.

He can only see the back of the car in the rearview mirror. One of the things that might be the oil tank is hung on its base, but there is no logo on it. This is a violation of the rules... Of course, nothing is more in violation of the rules of getting an underage girl driving a heavy truck.

Bert Vigers thinks this is a strange thing. Of course, sometimes you will see the unscrupulous underage boys and girls on the road sneaking out of the parents’ car, but no one wants to let them Driving a heavy truck - that stuff is not cheap.

What's more, it still looks like an unidentified liquid... whether it's crude oil or chemicals, it can be said to be extremely dangerous.

For a moment, Bert Viges even wanted to call the police, but he finally pressed the idea.

Maybe the girl's father, of course, may be a boyfriend (or both) sitting next to her, he just didn't see it, no need to make a fuss...

Bert Vigers found a lot of excuses for himself (which is always easy for him), but then he just thought: What is it for him?

Then he stepped on the gas pedal and began his boring work. At that time, he didn't feel that he would be with the girl, and that Sterling would have more intersections. But two days later, when he drove back, he passed a small town that was not bustling.

Everything is so good, it can even be described as "destiny": he just got a sum of money and the girl in the town bar where he has passed many times has his familiar girl. Bert Vigers feels himself He should treat himself, so he stopped in the town and prepared to have a good night.

Then in the parking lot in front of the bar, he saw the Sterling heavy truck, and its huge size was striking even in many trucks.

Oh, the girl drives the car.

Burt thought subconsciously, the ghost made the difference, and he got off the bus and walked to the side of Sterling. It is a heavy-duty truck with no special features. Of course, it has the same contrasting paint as all cars. There are a series of crosses and Indian-style dream catchers hanging under the rearview mirror, and there are swearing fingers at the door. The scratches made with the tiny gravel... It seems so normal except for the gray-white oil storage tank behind it that has no sign. Burt didn't know why he cares so much about it, and the girl who drove.

He turned a few laps next to the car, curiosity made him climb the white shelf behind the carriage, he patted the silver thick iron, first to determine if it was empty (after all, the girl drove The speed can be a bit scary). From the back of the iron sheet came a dull voice, and Burt listened, then suddenly snorted.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't hear anything. This is not the tin-iron garden bucket that he used from the 1960s. The insignificant slap of humans has encountered the thick compartment, and the echo will not be there. Any difference.

He felt that he might just just faint.

So he jumped off the shelf and prepared to make himself more awake with a cup of agave.

He only walked less than ten steps away, and then a muffled sound came from behind him.

Burt stunned, and he jerked back to look at the truck, and waited for a moment... except for the noise and laughter from the bar, the entire parking lot was silent.

The sound sounded like it was coming out of the tank, but how could it be?

Burt shrugged his shoulders indefinitely and turned his head back. He again confirmed the fact that he needed the agave and then walked straight toward the bar.

In memory, this bar is very lively, and it is incompatible with this 99% of the residents' Christian towns. The door is a cheesy and gorgeous pink neon, and the tube outlines a distinct woman. The interior is dimly lit, with the same red color, cigarettes and wine, and the night makes the air turbid, like a faint mist. At the corner of the bar is an outdated jukebox filled with dust. The music here is full of alcohol and curses and sex, but all truck drivers love this, and they don't care to talk and laugh with others in a noisy background.

The exposed waitresses are far less beautiful than the girls in the big cities. Most of them are blessed, but the laughter of the drivers is more convenient.

What a wonderful... This is the atmosphere that Burt is familiar with and loves.

There is a pool table on the other side of the bar, and under normal circumstances, people will spend some time there. However, when he walked into the bar, he knew something was wrong.

No one was there, they all gathered in the bar area, surrounded by a girl like a smelly dog.

The girl is as striking as a golden pearl on a black velvet mat.

She leaned back on the table and licked a glass of orange juice.

The waitress gathered indifferently at the other end, watching the men try to buy her a glass of wine.

"We don't sell alcohol to minors here."

The bartender said dryly.

The girl slowly lifted her eyes, her eyes under the light is an indescribable blue-violet.

"I am not a minor."

She said, then biting the habit gave him a provocative smile.

I have to say that her face is suffocating.

Burt couldn't help but take a step forward. In fact, very few people know why his poor third wife divorced him because she began to perceive Burt's gaze on her daughter... that gaze was enough to make any mother horrified.

Bert loves girls, he insists that he is not a pedophile, but he does admit that he is attracted to them.

Especially blond and childish, between adults and children.

The girl in the bar is like a dreamer.

He looked at her greedily, and his eyes were so sticky that she suddenly turned her head to his eyes.

At that moment, it seems that the world has stopped turning.

She showed a smile to Burt.

Then she crossed the crowd and said "嗨" to him.

The atmosphere suddenly seemed to be stagnant, and the waitress was still cleaning up the table, while others cast a strange sight on Burt.

"Hey, you know this guy?"

Someone shouted at her.

The girl is just smiling.

"You are here, it seems that he is coming, is time coming?"

She said that Bert did not understand at all, it was as familiar as he had known for ten years, and his attitude was very calm. Burt didn't even know how he walked out of the bar with her.

She pulled him all the way to the back of the parking lot, and then she suddenly felt a sigh of relief, showing a brilliant smile in front of her in front of Bert.

"Thank you," she said to him. "Know, my brother asked me to wait for him there, but I imagine that someone like me may not be suitable for that kind of place. I am nervous and think they want I ate it. Sorry, I deliberately pretended to know you. I just wanted to get rid of it... ah, yes, forget to introduce myself, I am La Isa."

She spit out her tongue.

"You look like a good person," Laiza said.

Burt felt that his crotch was a little itchy. He swallowed a sip and his cheeks began to glow red because of his excitement.

His palms were full of sweat, but his face was full of smiles.

"When, of course, I am a good person, that place is really not suitable for a girl like you... I mean, your brother should look at you a little better."

La Isa’s gaze paused on Bert’s face.

Although the truck driver himself was not aware of it, his gaze was virtually completely unmaskable. He unconsciously used his eyes to greedily outline Laiza's chest outside the t-shirt and the thigh root under the shorts, and it was almost drooling.

Laiza looked straight at Burt's eyes.

She seems to have a special temperament - childish, but at the same time has a special charm like a mature woman.

"Yes, but he is always kind of careless."

"Oh, of course..." Burt didn't know what he should say to Laisha and then he remembered that night. "Hey, you know, I already knew you, we met, you drive the car." ......"

He pointed to the Sterling.

Laiza's smile has become deeper.

"Oh, no," she giggled and squinted. "I thought no one knows. My brother was very tired that day, so you know, just all of a sudden, I was almost caught by the police, scared me, thank you. My brother woke up before that."

As she spoke, she walked to Sterling with Bert without a trace.

The size of the car was so great that the lights of all the street lights were blocked. At the back of the car, the shadow was completely dark.

Here is a visual dead end, and Bert suddenly realized this, and an evil thought came to his head uncontrollably.

God, he really shouldn't be like this. He has caused enough suspicion, but everything in front of him is just right.

Dead end, darkness, and a girl who is just like his appetite...

It was at this time that Raisa was suddenly holding out a hand and gently pressed it on his chest.

It was only the slightest touch, but Bert’s back was still behind the car. He widened his eyes and looked at La Isa.

"You..." She stared at her teeth. "I have been watching me, why?"

"I, I don't have..."

Bert still wants to resist, but his hand seems to have his own consciousness, pinching the shoulders of La Isa.

This little trick is tempting me - very different from what is shown, Bert's heart is like a beast.

He felt the touch of Laisha's tiny skeleton under his palm, and there were countless scenes in his head.

The girls have soft skin and sharp screams.

Nothing is better than that.

And La Isa... If not she wants me to go to her, how can I follow me to this place!

She is voluntary!

Burt pinched La Isa. If it was normal, or if it was a normal girl, it should have been struggling with that pain at this time. Of course, Raisa did not do this, and Bert was immersed in his own thoughts, and he was looking for an excuse for himself -

Perhaps this is the case, and Burt did not realize that the water vapor that should not exist gradually emerged in the air.

On the top of the tank behind him, a live cover slowly and slowly opened...