Mermaid Effect

The rain has been down.

The whole Kansas black is like hell, and the cold wind blows raindrops on the cold glass. The eucalyptus and poplar trees on both sides of the road danced wildly, looking out of the window, and they felt like they were carnival devils.

The bright red blood flows out of the gap at the bottom of a door and then mixes with the torrential rain.

In the Jim Brothers repair station, the room is filled with the rust of human blood.

These flavors are still fresh now, and tomorrow, when the sun comes out, it will be at high temperatures, blood, and the corpses scattered throughout the room will make it full of suffocating stench, enough for a new rookie The forensic doctor spit on the door for a while...

Rogers happily touched his chin, and some thoughtlessly.

Because he was bored, he turned on the TV, and the ambiguous picture came from the sweet voice of the show host as always, and it was a typhoon - it was just another blow to Kansas, who was caught in the shadow of the bombing. .

"I don't like typhoons. It's not good for high-rise apartments. You never have any sense of security during Typhoon days."

He said happily to the man in front of him.

Mick Brewster, he is now the only one who survived the robbery of Rogers.

But the two rusty screws, about one centimeter in diameter, the front end of the mouth, the kind of thing that would be used for mechanical maintenance, is now at the center of Mick's two palms.

They directly pierced Mick's hand, spinning and **** on the historical remains of the Jim Brothers service station, a lathe that was almost invisible.

For the sake of evil, Rogers deliberately made Mick's hands flush, and his appearance now looks like a parody of **** Christ.

The nut that emerged from the palm of the hand was stained black and red by blood and muscle, and the intense pain of the party Mick could be visually seen from the excrement beneath his body.

The previous screams severely damaged his vocal cords, and now the only thing he can do is to send out a faint scent of air from his throat.

He did not answer Rogers' question.

Rogers couldn't help but sigh deeply. He stood up and came to Mick.

Mick began to struggle, and his eyes were filled with turbid tears. The fear made him tremble and began to groan—and eventually the wounds in his hands became more fleshy.

Gazing at everything in front of him, Rogers showed a smile, the kind of smile you would see on the faces of children who dismantled their wings and burned ants with matches.

"Poor little guy."

Rogers sighed.

Mick’s struggle has become more desperate. His **** “squeaky” sounds in his throat. If you recognize it carefully, you may be able to hear it. It’s a “please kill me”.

Rogers shrugged his shoulders.

"Answer my question, I swear I will let you get rid of it."

At the moment when his voice fell, Mick stopped all the movements, and he glared at Rogers with bloodshot eyes.

"Good..." Rogers nodded happily. "So, are all of you here? The so-called Avengers... Oh, sorry, I forgot, you claim to be a victim. Tell me, these preparations Are there any organizations that want to retaliate against Rand Severus?"

He gave Mick some water and stimulants, allowing him to answer questions through a slight movement like nodding.

The bright red blood came out of Mick's ears and nose, his eyes completely turned red, but he didn't even feel anything.

He told Rogers everything, including those with ulterior motives, the simple intimidation of the so-called "dead mouse" and the deception of the whole organization after him. He had a weak hope that Rogers could slightly treat him as a poor man. Then a little compassion.

However, in the next second he saw Rogers smile and turned, picking up a worn-out knife from the table.

There were still some uncle Harry's strawberry jam on the knife.

Mick opened his eyes in disbelief, watching Rogers smash the knife into his stomach.

As a killer, Rogers’s arm is really good, but the knife has been out of the sharp word for too long. He tried a lot to get the knife into it. Mick issued a roar that was possible when the animal was slaughtered. The screaming was only a small meeting, one or two, and Mick’s vocal cords were quickly unable to make a sound because of the damage.

"Sorry, what I said just now... actually lie to you."

Rogers blinked at him and whispered softly in his ear.

He used the knife to make a hole in Mick's stomach. The blood and some of his intestines came out because of the pressure in the abdominal cavity, but Mick was about to be tortured for a long time before he could actually die.

He is experiencing the worldly **** as a living, and in front of him, Rogers stares at him inquiringly.

"Hey, you know?"

This man with strawberry-colored hair has a fascinating look on his face.

"Your testicles taste a bit disgusting."

He says.

Mick, who was about to collapse because of the pain, had a very short waking moment at that moment. He looked at Rogers in shock, and then the other person's face slowly turned into another boy's face in his blurred vision. .

Beside Sifus in that year, he was always a child-like and cruel boy. Sixteen years ago -

"Rogers, you have to take good care of Rand, he is your brother."

Lena Megginson leaned on the door frame and frowned at everything in the room.

"Sorry, mom."

Rogers turned around and shrank a little, then smiled happily.

"I did not do it on purpose."

He says.

"Oh, God, look, you scared Rand."

Behind Lena is a jealous crowd. As a single mom who has just moved in, her humorous conversation and beauty have caught the attention of many people in the community. Today is the banquet of Lena and her friends. She is so busy that she is going to become a fairy, but the two children in the family will never give her peace of mind.

"Ticking..."

"Ticking..."

"Ticking..."

......

The blood slowly fell from the third person in the room, a boy who was like a puppet, pale and numb.

The blood comes from a piece of internal organs that does not see the prototype, and it is now on the head of the young Rand Sifus.

In fact, his body is now full of visceral fragments.

On the floor in front of him, the belly of a furry animal was completely cut open, and its internal organs were smashed out.

"God, Rogers!"

Lena looked at the blood on the ground in disgust.

"If the temperature is hot and the **** carpet smells bad..."

"We will have new rooms and new carpets before that."

Rogers does not care.

He reached out and put some blood on his fingers with his fingers.

"The point is not this, why do you want to make the 'little monster' like this... Rand likes it very much!" Lina said.

The ‘small monster’ in her mouth refers to the puppy that has been smashed and smashed. When they were in the last family, they got it.

It was still a puppies at the time, and Labrador was always very cute when he was a puppy. Rand, who had always been a puppet and had no reaction to the outside world, tried to leave it.

He was so jealous of the dog he had named him the "little monster", and he even began to be willing to have some communication with Lena and Rogers.

For example, in order to leave its name, Rand really shouted the word "Lama" against Lina.

However, now the dog is just a stiff body.

"I know," Rogers snorted. "But is there any problem with this? Rand is now closer to the 'little monster' than ever before? Blood and internal organs are now sticking to his skin, he can now I feel the warmth and softness of his life, and the color of the blood is also very good. I just don’t know why he is always angry with me..."

"Oh, Rogers..."

Lena came over and put Rogers in her arms.

"Sometimes people can't understand our thoughts. Rogers, Rand has lived in those people for too long, he lost, and the feeling of this art of life has become numb. And we are telling him. Be careful not to scare him when you are doing these things. Next time you can use a more gentle way..."

She said softly, then turned her head and stared at the rand bathed in blood with tenderness.

"Sorry, I almost forgot you. Rand, you know, we really love you very much."

She reached out and put Rand in her arms.

For this reason, Rand's elbow slipped out of his sleeve, and on the unusually fair skin, it was neatly covered with a thin, **** mark cut by a razor.

Lena took his elbow up and stuck it next to her cheek.

\\\"How beautiful, Rogers, you are a genius." She was moved to touch the scar on Rand's elbow, and exclaimed.

This exaggerated way of praise is even ashamed.

“Rand’s skin is very soft, which is what we have done together.”

Rogers' cheeks were reddish, and he said, not too embarrassedly scratching his head.

And in this pair of mothers and sons who are touched, Rand's eyes like glass marbles just look at the void empty.

The blood rushed down from his body, one of them running along the hair, and slid across his eyes.

Sixteen years later -

"Do not--"

Rand slammed up from the bed.

He stared at his face and once again meant that he was crying because of a nightmare.

"Oh, God..."

He knew that he was so stupid - he couldn't even remember those dreams at all, but he couldn't help himself crying for them.

He violently sobbed for a while before reluctantly regained his calm.

However, after this, a strong sense of disharmony has emerged...

Something is missing.

he thinks.

The clock ticking back in the dark apartment, and it was at this time that Rand realized what the sense of loss came from.

be quiet.

It’s too quiet.

It seems that the whole world, except for the wind and rain outside and the clock in the room, only left him as a man.

"Munster?"

Rand's heart is full of confusion.

According to previous experience, Munster will always appear at his bedside (even before Rand wakes up because of a nightmare), but at this moment, it has no movement. 2k novel reading network