Mermaid Effect

The fish still maintains a brightly colored look.

Rand had an illusion that it seemed to be aware of the arrival of mankind. When he came to the edge of the salad pot, the fish turned and swayed to shake his tail toward him... and then it gradually calmed down. Before I recovered to Rand, I saw him - maybe a little different - Rand noticed that its surface color became more vivid, and the neon-like luster became more blue-green at this time. It doesn't look like it was gray before.

Rand took it for granted that the reason for all this was due to the well-healed wound at the end of the fish. Perhaps it was originally blue-green, only because of the injury will show the gray before. As for the appearance of this fish before the cat's roar, Rand did not care too much. He once accidentally encountered a dark fish in the "experience pool" of the aquarium, and the next second The thing swelled into a fist-sized circle, and the surface was still not full of disgusting spines... By contrast, this fish just made its tail fins more colorful.

Rand reached out and habitually knocked on the salad pot. It turned out that the fish had once again turned into a gorgeous look. The bright red film shook like a red cloak on the bullring against Rand.

Probably the things in the sea are so strange.

Rand didn't have any pressure to think about it, and he now feels that it is not an unacceptable thing for this fish to become his pet.

About half an hour later, Rogers rushed back, and then kindly took Rand to the hospital for an expensive and painful rabies vaccination, and the doctor there helped to deal with the wound on Rand's hand again when he walked out of the hospital. At the gate, there was a circle of gauze on the wrist.

The next thing is to pray that Mrs. Smith's black cat should not have symptoms of rabies within seven days. If that is the case, Rand must go back to the hospital for follow-up treatment.

Rand didn't think it would be a pleasant thing to do - in fact, when he was out of the hospital, he started to have a low fever because of the vaccine.

"Don't worry," Rogers apparently thought that Rand's terrible face was because of the **** cat. "Huanna's character has been very weird, and Mrs. Smith lost his brother yesterday... Ah, that is the only one. Corolla's cat, so it's exceptionally violent today."

"Is that cat really lost?"

Randy supported the spirit and talked with Rogers, even though his head was as painful as cracking.

Compared with cats, the headache and low fever caused by the vaccine is even more unbearable.

It seems that it is going to rain, the air becomes thicker like a glue, and Rand feels like he smells a scent.

Sea water, blood and animal rot smell, but when he carefully smells, he can only smell the strong perfume in Rogers.

"...Yes, forgot to say, Mrs. Smith's balcony is very close to your kitchen window. Sometimes her cat will slip out to your kitchen. You better remember to close the window in time. I think she probably It’s because of this that I found you..."

Rogers later said something, but Rand could not help but close his eyes on the window. He slowed down the speed and stared at Rand over his head: a thin face, a tired face, pale lips, and the standard of an adult man, when Rand fell asleep, there was a naivety that was completely out of proportion with age. breath.

Rogers couldn't help but stick out his tongue and licked his mouth, then laughed.

When he returned to the apartment, Rand was still asleep. He was too sleepy in the state of a fever patient, but Rogers seemed to care completely about this. He easily held Rand in I took my own arms and then transported him back to Rand’s own room.

He put Randan on the bed, put him in his pajamas in an extremely meticulous way, scrubbed his face, and finally covered the quilt.

If Rand woke up, he would be 100% horrified by the kindly smile on Rogers' face, and Rogers stood in the order and walked over to the bed and looked at Rand.

"You are still as cute as ever."

He leaned in Rand's ear and said softly.

Rand, who had a calm expression before, apparently wrinkled his brows after this sentence. He trembled unsteadily, as if he had fallen into an extremely terrible dream.

Rogers was more enjoyable after seeing his appearance.

His eyes are shining like a beast, and the last person who saw him like this has become the dead bone under the tombstone.

However, in the end, Rogers did nothing.

He turned and left the Rand House, straight into the ground floor and then drove his car to the suburbs.

Everything went smoothly for Rogers, except that he received a call from Caroline halfway through -

"Yes, I am sorry, but it is just a cat! A cat... well, well, I admit that I have a mistake..."

Caroline’s attitude toward Rand’s injury can only be described as “hysteria.” Rogers even began to rejoice that he returned home after returning Rand - if he was at home, he was very worried about Caroline. The roar on the phone will wake up Rand, who is sleeping and sleeping.

Of course, Rogers would not admit that a large part of Caroline's roar was related to his current behavior: he left Rand and was driving alone to the suburbs.

"...I have placed enough traps around his room, and I swear that there will be no problems... God, must you entangle on the cat's problem?"

......

"Well, I admit that I am out of town now for a reason. I will soon go back to protect our 'princess', and I swear that for a short time, the dragon will not eat him. Really, I can't understand your thoughts. I mean, Rand is just an ordinary person. Why do you behave like he will be killed in the next second?"

Rogers said to Caroline with a deliberate malicious intention, no accident, the other party is avoiding this topic. After the ultimatum, Caroline hangs up.

And Rogers smirked at the busy tone in the microphone. Unlike the boring tone on the phone, his face actually had a happy smile from beginning to end.

He sang songs with a brisk tone and drove the car onto the trail. Next to a large birch grove, the rusted barbed wire hangs the "private territory, no entry" sign, behind which is a tattered house, it seems that no one has been in it for many years.

Rogers opened the lock on the barbed wire and drove the car in. The muddy driveway was hardened by the sun, but the tire prints were still visible - exactly the same as Rogers is now driving.

He parked the car in the garage and opened the trunk.

The smell of blood and rotten fled like a beast, and Mrs. Smith's body was unnaturally twisted and stuffed there.

A fly flew in and stopped on her broken skull. Her face showed a funny expression, her mouth wide open, and a purple-red tongue hanging outside her throat.

Rogers picked an eyebrow.

"Oh," he said to her cautiously. "You should be quiet. Oh, yes, you should manage your cat."

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