The Fallen Merman

After the medical team stationed on the shore safely removed the suppressor on the back of Bai Chunian's neck, they checked whether there was still cyanovirus in the body. Cang Xiaoer instructed the police officers of the alliance to send the two of them back to rest and recover from the communicator. Don't go out for the time being. , waiting for his detailed investigation results.

Satan was also personally escorted back to headquarters by Union agents.

They temporarily returned to Bai Chunian's small apartment in the city. As soon as Lan Bo got home, he got into the fish tank and slept in a ball without saying a word.

Bai Chunian was also tired, loosened his arm joints, twisted his numb neck, slumped on the sofa, and stared at the closed TV in a daze.

It can be seen that Rimbaud is in a bad mood. When he is unhappy, he doesn't care about people, and then forms a ball and stays by himself. The same is true today. The atmosphere in the room is very dull. The windows have not been opened for a long time. Floating in the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains.

Bai Chunian closed his eyes for a while. Although he was physically and mentally exhausted, he couldn't sleep. When he closed his eyes, all kinds of pictures would appear in his mind that made him feel dizzy. Protecting himself in the form of a ball, but was cut off the most vulnerable tail tip, severe pain forced his companion ability Rupert's tear state to be released, and then was locked on the operating table with fixed hands and fish tail, and a sharp blade cut him open his abdomen, bleeding all over the floor.

"Uh..." Bai Chunian felt an unprecedented heat and difficulty breathing.

The collar tightly wrapped around Bai Chunian's neck, and the skin on the neck was red.

The restraint collar formed by the dead sea core rock can control and remind Bai Chunian in a tight way when the energy overflows out of control, but correspondingly, Bai Chunian has to endure the pain of being restrained by the collar.

Since the return of the Bernard Pharmaceutical Factory, the number of energy spills has become more and more frequent.

The more he wanted to sleep, the more he couldn't fall asleep. The result of forcing himself to fall asleep was a severe headache, so he got up and picked up the plastic bag with vegetables at the door, and dragged his slippers to the kitchen.

These things were sent by Bi Lanxing. After Bi Lanxing followed the police officers of the Alliance to deliver them safely, he went to the nearest fresh supermarket to buy some fresh vegetables, meat, eggs and commonly used medicines and sent them upstairs. He left without saying much.

This child has always been careful, very observant, knows what to say and do in any situation, and is an easy-to-please character. This time the kidnapping of the liquid nitrogen network was also thanks to his ability to find out the location of the submarine, so that useful information could be transmitted to the available terminal of the submarine in time.

"You can be on your own now." Bai Chunian looked at the note left in the plastic bag, which read "Take a good rest, I can handle the rest of the trivial matters" in smooth and mature handwriting.

Bai Chunian took out the leftover rice from the refrigerator two days ago, melted it in the microwave, beat three eggs in it and stirred it well, then lowered his head and silently cut the carrots, cut each piece of carrot into beautiful five-petal flowers, and cut another A large amount of diced ham, stir fry for a while in the pan, turn off the heat, sprinkle with salt and sesame oil.

Because I went to learn how to cook when I was suspended from work, even the simple egg fried rice was well done and beautiful. He found an unopened bottle of enoki mushroom sauce in the refrigerator, dug out two spoons of it and put it on top of the rice, brought it to the side of the fish tank, and tapped the glass lightly.

"Lanbo, eat." Bai Chunian leaned outside the glass of the fish tank, and pressed his face to the glass with a light smile, "Come on."

Lan Bo relaxed from the state of the fish ball, showing half of his face, and glanced at the rice lightly: "I don't want to eat it."

Bai Chunian was lying on the edge of the fish tank, reaching out to fetch him: "Don't, the king oyster mushroom sauce is gone. I'll ask Lan Xing to buy it tomorrow."

"You eat, I'm not hungry."

"Nonsense, there's no time when you're not hungry. I'll feed you, and I've wholesaled a box of spoons, so I'm not afraid of biting them."

"I said I don't eat you don't understand!" Lan Bo roared impatiently, the fish tail slammed the surface of the water, and the water splashed out of the fish tank and splashed onto Bai Chunian's cheeks.

Bai Chunian opened his mouth and finally stopped talking. The bedroom was silent for a long time, so quiet that he could hear the sound of bubbles of blue jellyfish swimming in the water.

After an unknown amount of time, Lan Bo looked back at him and saw Bai Chunian squatting by the fish tank, with his head lowered, his hair covering his eyes, making no sound or moving, only his fingers gently stroking at his feet.

"..." Lan Bo also realized that he had just put the anger in his heart on him, climbed out of the fish tank, lowered his body and looked at Chu Nian's face.

A drop of water fell on the back of his hand, warm.

Rimbaud held up his face, Bai Chunian's eyelids and nose were red, his eyes were full of water, his pupils turned into the blue pupils unique to the white lion, like amber reflecting the ocean, the corners of his lips curved down, It was a really aggrieved expression.

"randi...I'm not rushing at you..." Rimbaud wiped his eyes with his hands in confusion.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you, it's always been, so you don't want to tell me anything." Alpha's voice choked and cried, crouching on the ground, "I'll clean up that piece of water. Don't be mad..."

"Oh...oh...randi, don't be like this, it's not your fault." Rimbaud put his arms around him and rubbed his cheeks against his tearful face, "I'm just tired, I don't mean to blame you."

"But I blame myself, I'm an Alpha, I should carry more, I thought I could do anything, but it was just my own opinion."

"It doesn't matter. Don't be sad, I will feel bad. You are as fragile as a piece of young coral." Rimbaud kissed his cheek.

"Can you kiss young corals in the sea?" Bai Chunian raised his reddish eyelids to look at him.

"Yes, it will make them grow faster."

"How corals grow."

"Corps don't die, they grow."

"How did the mermaid grow up?"

"At first the omega conceives an egg, the egg hatches in the omega's body or in his mate's pouch, and a year later it is born in the form of a mermaid."

"Then did you leave an egg in the research institute?"

"..." Rimbaud's fingertips suddenly stiffened, his eyes hesitated for a while, "You know what, who told you."

"Really?" Bai Chunian grabbed his dodging hand and stared at him with red eyes, refusing to give in a single step.

"It's dead, so it can't be counted. Now, it can only be counted as a pearl, carrying a part of my soul."

"So the little white fish is referring to it?" Bai Chunian stared, behind the bloodshot white eyeballs was struggling to suppress the breath that was on the verge of losing control, "I thought you were... joking."

"That's also impossible." Rimbaud calmly looked at his fingernails, "The merman's organs are basically in the tail of the fish, but the human's organs are in the abdomen. After the mimetic potion, the organs will be displaced, and they will inevitably be forced to Expel something. Expel it and die, and stupid people want me to continue to conceive, so repeated operations to put it back in my body, or even stitching my body to prevent me from forcibly expelling it, is of no use at all. "

The Institute's sophisticated life-detection equipment was unable to detect life wrapped in nacre outside the mother's body, a tragic, medical and experimental mishap due to contempt and overconfidence.

Bai Chunian's fingertips on the tail of Lan Bo's fish trembled violently.

"That's why your lower body will be hurt at that time... Then I misunderstood you and other experimental subjects... Why don't you explain?" At that time, he also said such exaggerated words to insult Rimbaud. Now that I think about it, I only regret it.

"I don't like to explain to misunderstood that the sea has tides, and the truth will come to the surface with the ebb, and I can afford it."

"You don't have to blame yourself." Rimbaud put his hand in his hair, "Life is reincarnated, there is no sorrow or joy, it's natural."

"It hurts." Bai Chunian wrapped his arms around his waist, hugged him tightly, and buried his head in Rimbaud's arms, "You are in pain, I want to kill them, I want to tear them apart one by one and tear them apart. The entrails were taken out, wrapped in corpses and hung from trees, all with the most fearful expression to die."

Rimbaud lowered his head and stroked Bai Chunian, who had become hysterical, and quietly released a burst of white thorn roses to soothe the pheromone, gently suppressing the alpha, who was already on the verge of losing control.

He gradually lost his senses, but when he regained his senses, he found that the hair under his palm became soft and fluffy, and Bai Chunian's short hair turned white again and grew longer.

"I feel very restrained." Bai Chunian tried his best to endure it, bit his lip, and clasped his fingertips on the inside of the collar to give himself a little room to breathe, "Lan Bo."

"Relax, nothing will happen." Rimbaud manipulated the Dead Sea Heart Rock collar to slowly loosen the buckle, "With me here, it won't get out of control."

"Rimbo... don't loosen the collar, go to another room, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

"No, it won't hurt."

"There's a spare suppressor in the drawer...put it on for me...quick..."

"You don't need it. Suppressors are just shackles invented by humans. It's an insulting tool. Don't rely on it, rely on me."

"Hmm." The white lion on Bai Chunian's body became more and more distinctive, from ears to animal claws. Under Rimbaud's comfort and guidance, the clothes fell off, the exposed arms were covered with a layer of white fluff, and the eyes became larger and rounder. , filled with rippling sapphire blue, breathtaking.

The muscles of the swollen limbs swelled, and the snow-white hair covered his whole body, until his high neck bone touched the chandelier in the ceiling.

He was completely beastly.

It became a white and flawless giant beast, a white lion, with a collar on his neck, a ore fish bone on his ear, and a blue gleam in his pupils.

The room was only so big that the white lion had to sit low on the ground, his tail tucked between his two front paws.

In front of the giant beast, the mermaid's size seemed so small, but Rimbaud was not panicked. He sat calmly on the edge of the fish tank, raised his hand slightly, stroked the white lion's cheek, and led him to his face, touching his forehead.

"Are you more comfortable? It's better to release and relax properly than to suppress and endure all the time. Just sleep like this for one night, and tomorrow will be safe and sound."

The white lion obediently lowered his head and let him caress, made a snoring sound, put away his sharp toenails, and gently placed his claws on the mermaid's tail. The unrubbed pink flesh pads were soft and smooth.

The white lion put his head into Rimbaud's arms, rubbed and sniffed pitifully on his belly, stretched out a bit of his tongue, and licked his scales.

"If you had gone back with me, you wouldn't need to be so repressed now. This is a real full-mimicry. People are keen to imitate creators, but ignorance makes them only create disasters." Rimbaud kissed the tip of the white lion's pink nose, "My child, you are unique because only God can make God."

The curtains in the bedroom were closed, the light was dim, and the mermaid tail emitted a faint blue light, reflecting him and the huge snow-colored beast in front of him.

That night, the white lion stayed beside the fish tank, curled up into a ball, rolled the fish tank in his arms, his eyes were half closed, and he was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep. Rimbaud was lying on his soft and holy hair, holding a transparent lira made of hydrated steel in his hands, plucking the water-colored strings with his slender fingers, and singing a quiet tune softly in a mermaid language.

"jesei. (The savior does not save the world

"youyiglarboggieye. (Punishment comes to the world

The mermaid lowered her pale gold eyelashes, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.