MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 32

"Oh no……"

Rand couldn't help but sigh when he smelled the scorching smell.

In the morning sun, his omelet is like a carbon billion years ago. He put down his venison-filled plate and rushed into the kitchen. The kettle was screaming, and the hot canned soup in another milkpot was like a fountain coming out of the gap in the lid.

In addition, his previously set mobile phone alarm clock began to scream on the sofa... accompanied by the "squeaky" sound of a little monster.

It was the scream that it had been craving for, so that Rand had to put down the breakfast he was cooking, and he had a whole plate of fresh venison that Rogers had given him to feed it.

Munster's food intake is indeed getting bigger and bigger, but at this time Rand has no time to worry about this.

"It's damn."

He muttered, looked at the clock on the phone, gave up the messy breakfast in the kitchen and went straight back to the room, starting to put t-shirts and jeans on his body. Five minutes later, someone knocked on his door on time.

"Rand, we should go."

The voice of Rogers.

About a few days ago, Rogers knocked on Rand's door and asked if he would like to go to a nice private animal protection station in Kansas to see him. He told Rand that he could spend time with a group of furry little guests. a happy day. Rand, who was worried about the work of the newspaper that might be coming soon, promised him without hesitation.

However, it is clear that Rand was in trouble at the beginning of the day. He eventually lost a little time, even before he combed his hair, he left Rogers home... Of course, he always ignored the protests in Munster, who became excited when he saw him ready to go out. It slaps the wall of the aquarium with the more and more bright and powerful tail fins, pokes out the water from the surface of the water and screams, and the water that is thrown out almost wets the carpet.

"Calm, Munster, I will be back soon, and if I find that you wet the carpet, I swear that there will be no venison available today."

Rand snarled against Munster in a cold tone.

The little monster sank into the water with frustration after a while, and Rand slammed the door hard.

Looking back, he turned to Rogers's gaze, and the light that seemed to have any deep meaning swept past Rogers' purple contact lens, but it still gave Rand a glimpse.

"what happened?"

He couldn't help but say.

Rogers immediately revealed the familiar smile of Rand.

"Nothing, just think it's really smart."

Rand shrugged: "This is probably why it has become so troublesome."

Rogers did not continue this topic with him.

He has always shown a cordial and happy attitude, some are familiar but really enjoyable - Rand even ignored his slightly strong attitude that night. After all, Munster did express his enthusiasm for the "venison" with his own actions.

After knowing Rogers' career, Rand believed that his behavior that night was indeed a self-confidence that stemmed from his profession.

At the animal protection station in the corner of the city park, Rogers was warmly welcomed by almost everyone, and Rand determined that it was not just the bucket of homemade cat food and dog food that Rogers had moved from the car.

"Actually, in principle, this is not in compliance."

Rogers dug out the brown particles from the white sealed plastic bucket. He looked at the abandoned dog that had been raging over, then turned his head and blinked at Rand.

“I made these cat food and dog food myself... I made fresh meat into powder, added a reasonable amount of vitamins, and never used grain to increase the amount of protein. I have a small farm in the suburbs, where I reserve Some machines deal with meat that is not in line with human aesthetics but is indistinguishable from animals..." He said a series of terms that made Rand dazzled, and finally concluded a summary, "but as a shelter for the food group." The homemade cat and dog food is indeed not in compliance with the regulations, but they all trust me. I mean the people in this animal shelter are very good people, so in the end I registered a trademark and started selling myself. No organic pet food was made. Everything is done."

Then he pointed to the dogs that drunk and ate.

"Look, even they all know that natural is the most delicious."

Ah, maybe we have forgotten to explain the true identity of Rogers, an organic pet food vendor.

He even gave Rand a business card.

“You can go to my online store and see the code on this business card can give you a discount.”

Rogers said as he blinked at him.

Rand found that he felt better about his friend... although occasionally he couldn't figure out what funny Rogers' jokes were.

For example, when he tried to help Rogers to pack pet foods that were different in color and size, he asked how the foods that looked slightly different were different.

And Rogers’s answer almost made him completely unaware of how to respond.

“In fact, they are generally classified by the age, **** and ethnicity of the meat provided by the meat. The fat is used to make cat food, and the large bones are used to make dog food...”

......

The embarrassing silence spread between Rand and Rogers, and the snoring of the dogs made the silence even more apparent. Rand stunned and looked at Rogers, almost jumping up in the place, and at this time Rogers grinned.

"Oh, God, you don't really believe it!"

It wasn't until this time that Rand realized that he was being played. He laughed with Rogers.

They had been busy at the animal shelter for a whole day, and the kind silver-haired old lady registered Rand’s phone number – if he had time to come and help the dog, and to shovel the cat. Regarding the latter, Rand is not sure that he will like it, but at least it will be more enjoyable than the upcoming deputy editor-in-chief... Rand thinks.

When he returned to the apartment again, Rand and Rogers were stopped by the administrator.

"Mr. Severus, sorry, but your mailbox is full..."

Rand took the newspaper out of the mailbox and wandered in his arms. He hasn't managed to manage his mailbox for a long time, and the administrator has to remind him that he would better bring those newspapers and letters back.

At the opening of the door, Rogers helped him to get him the key, and Rand was grateful to him.

"You don't look like the kind of person who puts newspapers and mail in the mailbox."

He couldn't help but say to Rand.

Rand’s action to find the key in the bag was a little stiffer. He gave Rogers a smile but didn’t answer his words directly.

"Thank you, Rogers, very happy today."

He says.

Although his haute couture clothes are now full of dog hair and cat hair, there is also a skunk that is unique to animal protection stations.

But when he said this, Rand was sincere.

July 14, 2017

The chief murder of the police officer has been found!

The suspect was locked up before the murder of the police officer who caused public attention at the near end. It is reported that the female suspect has served in a special club in this city, causing speculation. A police spokesperson declined to disclose that the personal life of the victim police officer was related to his victimization. He mentioned that although the body of the victim police officer has not yet been found, the police have enough evidence to arrest the female suspect...

July 21, 2017

"Leather" female killer died of severe carnivorous infection before conviction

For police officers in the Kansas Police Department, something that might be good news happened. The female killer who caused the police officers to be seriously concerned by the public was passed away in the special ward of the Central Hospital today. According to reliable sources, she was already in a serious coma when the police had been chasing Susan Novo. In the week of her rescue, she had not kept enough waking to answer the police question. Obviously, where the body of the victim police officer is located will continue to be a mystery that plagues everyone...

After opening the door, Rand randomly threw the newspaper into the newspaper.

Some pieces of news quickly passed through his vision, but he didn't care at all.

The aftermath of acting as an administrator in the public library remains with him, for example, how he likes to read newspapers until now - even if Caroline almost gave him all the newspapers in Kansas, from real news to gossip Tabloid.

The air outside is so hot that it is terrible, and the scenery of the horizon is slightly distorted even under the transpiration of heat.

But the air in the room was cool and cold, and a faint smell of water permeated the dimly lit living room. Returning to the cool room from the hot outside should be a pleasant thing, but Rand didn't know why he suddenly made a surprise.

A subtle sense of peace is that a small hand is pulling his nerves, and after a while he suddenly thinks - oh, those venison.

"Hula..."

From the direction of the aquarium, a clear sound of water was heard, and a pair of eyes came out silently from the edge of the aquarium. The reflection in the shadow was as shiny as a polished coin.

"Hey..."

"Okay, I know, Munster."

Rand threw the backpack on the sofa, pacifying the little monster that seemed to be hungry, and went to the balcony to open the curtains. The sunshine made the living room brighter in a flash, but Munster’s cry did not allow Rand to enjoy the light as he hoped.

It stared straight at Rand and made it even sharper.

"I know - damn, didn't you just eat something when I went out in the morning?"

Rand couldn't help but turn back and yell at it.

Next to the aquarium was the plate he had fed this morning, and a circle of brown blood was solidified on the edge of the plate.

Rand walked over and picked up the dish in disgust and put it in the sink. Although he knew that it was just deer blood, the color and the faint smell still made Rand feel uncomfortable. He began to regret that he didn’t wash the dishes today. Go straight out.

But Munster loved the stinky "venison."

Rand remembered the cute little animals that he saw in animal shelters today, each of which was so furry, so clever – and then look at his eyes...

"I just don't know what I did wrong."

Rand muttered to himself in frustration.

He approached Munster and reached out to try to touch Munster's belly as usual, and his forehead... Munster loved this, and only when he touched the belly, it would look a little So cute. But today is an exception.

Rand had just approached it, and its screams became more and more sharp.

Rand noticed that the two new tentacles (which were longer and slimmer than before) were completely erected—representing that the mood at this time was very tight, or violent.

"Well, what is this time?!"

Rand spread his hand and roared at it.

"Oh...hey..."

After hearing the series of sounds, Rand began to countless times to hope that he could understand what was in the head of this little monster.

All in all, past experience has given Rand an ominous premonition.

"...hey!"

At the same time he thought so, he couldn't believe that Munster swayed the caudal fin and rushed out of the aquarium in an incredible way.

A huge impact slammed into his chest, and Rand inevitably fell to the ground, and on his chest, a **** little monster was writhing his body - just in Just now, it jumped directly from the aquarium to Rand.

If this time, Munster is still a small fish that can be brought to Kansas by Rand in a sports bottle, maybe the problem is not big - but it is almost as long as Rand's arm, and it still Damn fat a whole circle.

Rand felt that he was simply hit by a torpedo. At that moment, he almost felt his lungs squeezed out of his mouth.

The feeling of being stressed is definitely not good. He is staring at Venus and his body is weak because of severe pain.

And Munster...

Munster is not aware of his power at all.

It held the mouth covered with fine teeth, and "squeaky" screamed at the face of Rand, and a blue tongue like a lizard with a fork at the top flicked at its lips at a fast speed. Flashing in - licking Rand's face and neck.

a strong smell... odour, or something else, exuding from the slimy mucus secreted by it, it almost does all it possible to rub these scented mucus in Rand Body.

It wasn't until Rand recovered his strength, screamed and jumped, and then pulled out the newspaper into a tube and began chasing it like a giant cockroach.

That scene can be said to be a nightmare in a nightmare. (Especially for Rand, he felt like he was drenched with glue, and the mucus exudes a strong smell and a quirky taste)

Munster is more dexterous than it was before, and its movements are so fast, even if its size is already much larger. It tried to circle around the chair legs and the table, trying to escape from Rand's newspaper - and finally it barely got under the sofa.

This is its first mistake today, it slightly overestimated its belly circumference... It was stuck under the sofa, and a large part of the body was exposed.

Rand threw the newspaper away, slowly walked over, and then pulled out the little monster that began to scream.

Then Rand discovered the slightest difference in his body.

"Oh, what is this?"

He squinted at Munster's abdomen.

In Munster, it should have been a part of the pelvic fin. Two blue-and-white hind paws like lizard legs are habitually crawling in the void.

Rand finally understood why this Munster operation was so fast - it had two hind legs.

Oh, **** it -

Rand heard a voice in his heart weak.

At least now he can be sure that Munster does not seem to be a fish.

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah...

I received a long comment and I was happy to have 2 results. I wrote it so late.

My brother’s scheduled appearance will be put in the next chapter. =v=

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The next chapter should be released on the afternoon of the 15th (no accidents)