MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 27

2:57 in the morning.

When a woman in a tight-fitting leather is facing a **** scene she has never seen before, and panicked to the extreme, at the other end of the city, Rand is lying in his bed and sleeping.

The air is filled with the smell of the lawn that has been baked by the sun, and the humidity is very high. The smart terminal of the Rand mobile phone sent him a weather forecast, indicating that there will be a big thunderstorm this night, accompanied by heavy rain.

The air in the room was full, and Rand huddled in a thick bedding that didn't match the weather. His eyes were shaking rapidly under the closed eyelids.

He made a dream.

He dreamed that he had fallen into the sea. The sea is crystal clear to the extreme blue, the waves are rolled up by the gentle waves, and white flowers bloom on the sea. The huge moon is like a dead man's face hanging in the dark purple sky. The silver phosphorescence trembled in the ripples of the sea, everything around it was so cold, and when it was cold to the extreme, Rand produced the strange illusion, as if there was a cool flame burning in the sea.

He was slowly sinking, the bubble was like a mercury bead, and he jumped out from his nose and mouth. One after another red ribbon spreads out of his body...

Rand felt panicked and desperate. He threw himself on his limbs, but unexpectedly found his hand as slender as a child.

Just as there is no sinking to this day, gradually the light of the moon has become weak.

In his faint sight, what he finally saw was a shadow from a distance, with a slight blue glow.

What is colder than sea water, and something more humid catches him...

"Ticking..."

"Ticking..."

"Ticking..."

......

Rand suddenly opened his eyes.

He gasped and sat up, and found that the temperature of the room was so terrible that he could even see the white air flowing over his lips when he exhaled.

Rand had a splitting headache. He snorted and snorted on his forehead, then slowly stood up and glanced at the central air-conditioning thermometer.

"Oh... what the hell..."

The set temperature has reached the minimum.

Rand whispered a curse.

He felt that he must have mistakenly figured the number before going to sleep, so now he freezes like a donkey in the summer night and has to have a nightmare - when the surroundings are too cold Always do this dream.

The cold water, the blood that flows from him (they slowly turn into red ribbons in the sea), and the cold hands.

That is not a comfortable dream, so Rand always loves the thick quilt, the better the hand-stitched patchwork.

At this moment, his ear still vaguely circling the kind of water droplets in his dreams, which made him feel very unbearable.

Did he forget to close the faucet after he made the wrong setting? Rand thought, then he licked his hair in pain, forcibly suppressed the one that fell back to the bed, and staggered to the kitchen in an attempt to solve the **** water droplets.

However, when he saw the scene in the living room, he realized that he did not seem to have made a low-level mistake without closing the faucet.

The aquarium, which was too narrow for his pet monster, was dead – almost cracks in the palm of his hand appeared on the aquarium wall, and there were some residual water marks on the four-corner table where the aquarium was placed. It is already a disaster.

The cast iron pan that gave Lander a great sense of security was slantingly dropped on the ground, followed by drops of water falling from the edge of the table.

Of course, this is not the point, the point is -

A strange creature with a soft collapse is lying on the edge of the aquarium, only to come out.

"Oh, no, no--"

Rand screamed, and he rushed to take it back to the empty aquarium, and then slammed the cast iron grill on the aquarium wall.

The little monster protested "squatting". He put his head in the crack and was unwilling to try to continue to squeeze out.

It was not until this time that Rand was able to return to the state of being full of drowsiness.

He couldn't believe that such a tragedy really happened in reality - in such a midnight, his aquarium leaked!

Rand couldn't help but look at the crack, its edges were not smooth, and there was some white fluff on the edge of the crack.

Rand was really reluctant to believe, but he had to admit that the crack seemed to be cut from the inside out by the claws of something. Thinking of it, Rand’s face was fixed in Munster. The two new little claws (or fins?), on the top of the pale blue spines, those little hook-like claws...

It doesn't look like an organ that can do this kind of "big project."

Rand once again licked his hair in an attempt to make his mind clear. He felt that he must be crazy to think that this soft little gadget could use his toy-like claws to make a hole in the aquarium of acrylic material - if Rand remembers it correctly. Is the mechanical strength of acrylic ten times that of glass? And the strength of the glass is...

Oh, no, no... Rand hit a spirit and realized that he once again fell into the state of distraction that was unique to the sleepiness. He forced his spirits and decided to show it first. The **** aquarium, but first solve the wolf in front of it.

The first is Munster. Rand looked at its streamlined body and because the scales were too fine to look even a little smooth, feeling that it should theoretically be a aquatic creature or an amphibian. All in all, water should be a very important thing for it - even now in the empty aquarium, Munster still looks alive and kicking, with the energy that makes Rand crazy.

Its two tentacles stretched out of the crack and shook in the air.

Rand immediately felt that the muscles on his cheeks had unconsciously licked.

He looked around the kitchen and tried to find an alternative to the aquarium, but soon he found it not easy. Munster's size has made it impossible to continue to live in a salad pot anyway.

In the end, Rand set the target on the sink - if that was the case, it would be barely possible to put Munster in, and the cast iron pan can still play its role as a lid on the sink.

Thinking of this, Rand loosened the baking sheet.

After taking a few deep breaths as a building of his heart, he breathed and put his hands into the aquarium in an attempt to get Munster out.

Munster touched it without the nausea that Rand felt before. Its skin was moist, with a cold and slippery characteristic of a water creature. However, under the slippery skin, its muscles were abnormally strong and Tight. It feels like a cold, creamy solid rubber stick, and of course it means it's much heavier than Rand's visual inspection.

Rand unconsciously smashed Munster to his chest when he took it out of the aquarium, and the problem happened at this time.

Munster instantly used his two fat short fins to hook the pajamas of Rand's chest. Its strength was incredible and the movements were more dexterous - after a few seconds, it had already followed Lande's chest. He plunged over his shoulder and slid down the back of Rand.

"Oh, God!"

Rand screamed softly as his tiny claws slid through his pajamas as if he had a slight tingling on his back. Then he quickly turned around and tried to catch Munster, but the latter had already slid and supported the strong pectoral fins, and ran along the corridor toward the open-air bedroom of Rand.

"Stop, no, stop, that's not where you should go."

Rand followed the past with amazement, all his efforts... The final result was that he finally touched Munster’s slippery tail – and at this time, Munster had slipped straight into him. The bottom of the bed.

......

Rand stood desperately at his bed, and for the first time began to curse Caroline's good taste for furniture. The bed was so comfortable and wide to sleep, and it was also elegant on the side with four baffles covered in black calfskin.

However, the narrow distance between the bottom of the bed and the ground, which is less than 30 centimeters, has caused the rand at this time to be in great trouble.

He knelt down and reluctantly pushed his arm and half of his shoulders under the bed in an attempt to catch the little bastard, but the latter had already slipped to the other side of the bed at this time.

And when Rand crawled up and moved to the other side of the bed, the little monster naturally climbed in the opposite direction.

Rand never thought that one day he would have a feeling of being completely helpless with a **** amphibious animal (or something else).

Moreover, he was very tired, sleepy and tired, and the cold air conditioner before him brought a sudden, violent temple.

Rand is about to collapse.

He stupidly squatted there, his face against the ground, and he looked at Munster in a narrow gap.

The guy was holding his body with his pectoral fins and looked at Rand motionless. The tentacles on his head were straight because of tension.

"Oh, come out."

Rand said to it coldly, his tone was frustrated.

"Oh...hey..."

He did not expect an animal response, but he was surprised to hear a series of mutters from Munster.

"I said, come out! I don't care what you are, but I won't let you stay under my bed, you know? Come out!"

Rand took a deep breath and said to him. Even he himself feels that at this moment he is simply stupid and desperate - what is he doing for God's sake? Kneeling on the floor, talking to a little monster?

"Hey? Hey... Hey..."

Munster continues to send out a series of vague sounds that are unclear.

It was like someone mixing potassium chlorate and toner in his head - Rand finally jumped up and couldn't help.

He pulled all the sheets and quilts onto the floor and opened the mattress. Without the bed as a block, this time he finally caught Munster.

but……

Rand frowned and looked at the "victory" in his hand.

Munster still swayed his tail like he had attempted to break free from Rand's hands, but Rand could clearly realize that his strength was much smaller than when he had just climbed out of the aquarium.

What is more interesting is its skin.

The mucus had dried up (and of course a large part of it was on Rand's carpet), and Munster felt a bit loose and dry, and the fine scales seemed a bit crispy.

"Wait……"

Rand blinked and looked at Munster.

"So, you... you are short of water! Damn!"

After the reaction, Rand jumped up.

The author has something to say: I always feel that I am beating my little monster every day. Suddenly I thought that after being picked up by Rand, with his little short hand, I probably couldn’t touch the top of the head...

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