Mermaid Effect

"Cough and cough..."

Rogers made a violent cough after hearing what Munster had said.

He looked like he was going to laugh, but in the end he thought about Rand's mood and barely held back.

"Don't be like this, Rand, sometimes you can't control the education of the children."

He used a scornful, witty tone to say to Rand, whose face was completely red. The eyes that were dyed purple by colored contact lenses sparkled with a deliberately depressing excitement.

"It's not funny, Rogers."

Rand gnashed his teeth and said.

Then he rushed over to Munster again, forcing him to take away the wax paper that made him feel very embarrassed. Munster was very wronged, and it groaned, and the tip of the tail slipped on Rand's thigh.

"I... I gave Rand... teeth, Rand... give me... Mao..."

The tentacles on its head stood up high, and a bright blue appeared on its scales.

It said to Rand, trying to get back the paper **** with the legs.

"puff--"

Rogers once again sneered at the sly landscape, and shrugged after receiving the murderous look of Rand.

"I have to say that your little monster is actually quite talented. I should write down such words and say to the boys who gave me. I dare to pack them and they will be hard like bullets in an instant."

Rand took a deep breath, and then again, he could feel his calmness as if it were ice under the sun.

It was at this time that the door of the storeroom was pushed abruptly.

The mop rod made a loud noise at the door handle, and Rand was shocked, and at the same time there was a man’s angry scream.

"Oh, damn, fucking, no matter who is inside, you better give me out!"

......

Rand's body trembled a little. He couldn't help but open his mouth and wanted to habitually say "sorry," but Rogers reached out and grabbed his mouth at this time.

In the dim light he blinked at Rand, then he leaned against the door panel and deliberately made a groaning sound.

The people outside the door made a series of curses, and he kicked the door angrily and snarled inside.

"Okay, okay, you won! Why can't you just do it in your own home? I don't care what level you are going to now, but I will come back in five minutes, if the door hasn't opened yet. I am called a guard! Damn! There is a storage room in the toilet. Can you have some public morals when you are fucking? Why do you always have someone in this place?!"

The man cursed angrily and then walked away.

As his footsteps became smaller, Rand felt that his cold sweat had to soak his shirt, and Rogers was extraordinarily calm compared to his nervousness.

"Do not worry, they will always encounter this kind of thing, they should have been used to it."

He said.

Rand gave him a blank eye, then turned and pushed Munster and drove it to the wheelchair.

"I will discuss this with you later, now we have to leave here."

......

The next thing is smoother than what Rand imagined.

He and Munster left the hospital door instead of the emergency door. As Rogers told Rand, there were a lot of reporters at the door of the hospital, and fortunately they didn't seem to realize that the "female" wearing an ultra-short black one-piece dress was their target Rand West. Firth - In the end, they had to focus on the other person. Bennett, the special assistant of Rand Severus, escaped in order to chase the Rand, who suddenly left the company.

Anyway, he can be said to be full of stories, but this is also a follow-up.

Let's put the timeline back to the present.

Thanks to the enthusiasm of Rogers, Rand and his little monster returned to the little apartment before the agent of fbi stayed next door.

Although he only left this place for a very short period of time, after returning home, Rand felt that he had left for a long time.

After this period of life, this apartment has been dyed with Rand's own breath: the scattered clothes, the magazine on the coffee table, the fish tank in the living room and the faint water that permeates the apartment. Astringency. Strictly speaking, it is not as good as Vincent just gave it to Rand, but now the situation in the house is more reassuring for Rand.

"Thank you, Rogers."

Rand turned back and said to Rogers sincerely.

"Don't thank you, your women's dress is pretty good, but don't forget to remove makeup."

This is Rogers' sincere answer.

Rand's body was stiff and stiff... Seeing his appearance, Rogers once again showed that smile, and he came over and gave Rand a warm hug.

"Hey, Rand, relax, everything will be fine."

Rand showed a smile to him.

Honestly, he doesn't think things will get better...

And as Rand thought, in the evening, the house that had been empty for a long time next door stayed in the plainclothes police, and in his downstairs there was an overly clean hatchback cleaner - that Pedestrians only need to take a look at the car that is sitting on the monitors of the bored.

Rand removed his face from behind the curtain, and he sighed deeply and turned his eyes to Munster.

He was supposed to educate Munster about the unusual interest in his leg hair.

However, at this moment, it was nestled on Rand's sofa, and it seemed to be weak and very frustrating, and even the mucus on the body became scarce.

Rand immediately forgot the so-called education.

He felt that Munster had something wrong, but he couldn’t judge what it was.

He is anxious and has a bad feeling.

"Hey, Munster? Are you okay?"

He walked over and gently touched Munster's head and found that its tentacles felt softer and softer than usual... the touch was very bad.

That's right, Munster's tentacles are very unacceptable before this, but they are definitely not like this, soft, without a trace of flexibility.

Like two bad seaweeds, Rand even felt that a little bit of effort would make the two fragile gadgets completely rot.

At the same time, it was not the same as Munster's scales. They kept the gray state. Rand first thought it was because of frustration, but now when his fingers touch the scales, He found that the mucus covered on the scales was losing its viscosity, and they smelled a strong smell.

"Rand..."

Munster looked up reluctantly, and he leaned his head against Rand's knee.

"I really like Rand..."

It gently snarled, and both hands grabbed Rand's hand and placed it on his face.

"God, Munster?" Rand exclaimed, and he looked at the little monster on his knee in shock.

Its body is getting hot.

This monster has a fever.

......

In another apartment across the corridor, Rogers, or "spider", took his fingers back and the soft curtains fell back, covering the awkward hatchback downstairs. Contrary to the anxious Rand, he looked relaxed and happy, and even his soft tones in his mouth.

In his room came a light bang of the printer, and a few seconds later, a photo fell on the other side of the printer.

Rogers walked over, and he reached for the photo and looked at it, smiling with satisfaction.

Then he placed the photo in a photo frame and stood on the bedside table, juxtaposed with another photo frame on the top.

Rogers stepped back two steps, and both hands looked at the two photos in front of him.

"Today is very happy for me, mother, he is more suitable for your skirt than I thought, so beautiful... I can't wait to let him enjoy the beautiful art beyond this world rule with me. I will look forward to the arrival of that day..."

In the two photos on the bedside table, two very similar women (one of whom needs quotation marks) are wearing the same black skirt and are wearing the same black wig standing on the photo paper.

Only one of them looked sly, breathless, and the background was a messy storage room.

The other person with a sweet smile, almost every inch of skin is shining, she stood in front of the luxury villa, with two boys on hand.

... Rand will never know that "the secret garden of red hair rose" is not the name of the clothing and color clothing store he imagined, but a special clothing repair shop specializing in clothing restoration.

The short skirt he wore was the clothes worn by the kidnapper Lilith sixteen years ago when he committed suicide.

"Oh, I forgot to say that Rand is like you at this point. Mom, he is always the focus of the world..."

Rogers said in a sweet and illusory tone to the dead body on the bed. He was talking to a living person. If anyone could see the scene, he might be because of the indescribable distortion. And screamed out. Regrettably, in Rogers' apartment, he could not have a real living person except himself. The bodies that he had placed in the bathtub could only stare at a corner with blue-gray eyes, and the refrigerator. The "venison" that had been cut in the plate slowly oozes the bright red blood on the plate.

Rogers and his mother whispered for a little while, and there were some subtle flaws coming out of the door.

It was the group of plain clothes, and someone brought them pizza and hot coffee. After Rogers observed them for a while, he returned to the window, and the hatchback was even more unsightly than he had imagined.

"Although it is good to be the focus, but it is still far from the time, is it?"

He said softly to himself. 2k novel reading network