MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 33

Rand used to have a cat.

Of course, just once.

In the white water vapor in the bathroom, Rand wiped the mucus on his body, and the memory of the cat was so sudden that he was back and forth in his mind.

When Rand first produced a mental anorexia because of Vincent's strong desire to control, the psychiatrist suggested that he raise a cat.

It was a clever and awkward Russian blue cat with an amazing green color. Rand liked it almost when he saw it, but it didn't even stay for 24 hours around Rand.

When Rand approached, he scratched him because of the animal's natural tension. After a few minutes, Vinson held a silver knife and nailed the little elf with gray-blue fur to the peach. Heart on the wooden table.

Vincent almost seemed to be mad at the time (actually according to the psychiatrist, when he was mad), the knife poked in, then pulled it out, and then poked it in again.

Blood ran out of the cat and splashed on his face as pure as a marble.

"You shouldn't hurt him. You should never hurt my Rand..."

He did the horrible thing like a robot, repeating the sentence like a nightmare.

Rand can still recall the strong fear that spread from him at the side.

The hot water hits Rand's skin, but he still feels a cold bone, almost letting his blood coagulate.

It took him a long time in the bathroom to wash away those weird mucus from himself, using almost half of the bottle of shower gel, but when he finally had to dizzy out of the bathroom, he could still vaguely The smell of your own body...diluted by a lot of citrus-toned bathing*, the taste has an indescribable animal-like musk.

Rand twitched his mouth and his expression became distressed by the cat's memories. He rubbed his hair into the living room with anxiety.

Munster's belly floats up in the aquarium, and its newly grown hind legs are easily stepping on the water. After seeing Rand, it happily poked its head out of the aquarium, and the claws were placed on the edge of the box - it is now getting used to this way, like a puppy will hear the owner go home Shake your tail and gather at the door.

Obviously it was much smarter than any of the amphibians that Rand had seen, and Rand heard himself whispering. But now it seems to have forgotten the thing that Rand chased it not long ago. It looked up at Rand with enthusiasm and his eyes sparkling.

"Hey..."

It muttered at Rand, trying to climb out of the aquarium. I have to say that it is now much more agile than before.

Rand is not even sure if the aquarium is suitable for the current Munster.

"No, don't come out."

Rand sighed deeply and said to it, then stretched out a finger and gently scraped Munster's forehead with a fine scale but a smooth touch. Under his gentle movements, Munster put his chin on the palm of the other hand of Rand, giving a slight "squeaky" sound. The scales of the bright peacock blue snake behind the neck slightly supported and looked comfortable. And happy.

It now seems to be a little more cute (of course only in the eyes of Rand), but even if its breeder is slow, this time is clearly aware of Munster's anomaly.

It is so strange in every respect.

Rand thought of what Vinson had said before, and the materials leaked in the Blue Moon Harbor had other thoughts in his heart.

Perhaps the water pollution caused Mussett's variation, he thought, trying to find a reason for Munster's weirdness.

In fact, his best choice at this time was to call Caroline directly and tell her that his pet fish had a weird change. According to past experience, Vincent will find a way to make anything unclear around him clear and clear, and he can't wait to figure out the lineage of each fly that appears next to Rand. Moreover, Deep White Biotech has its own biological research and development department, and Rand is sure that someone will know what Munster is going to do - and then he will never see it again.

Rand looked down at the little fangs that Munster had exposed.

He put the tooth that Munster had spit on him in an empty chocolate box, which happened to be seen by the weird little monster. No one knows how it is understood, but Rand knows that every milk tooth that it has fallen off is carefully and steadily attached to Rand's palm. At the same time, it will be desperately trying to use it in its own way to urge Rand to put his teeth in the blue tin box with a cute pattern.

Sometimes Rand will produce the strange illusion that this bare little **** is full of wisdom and affection, but its fangs, its sharp claws and powerful tail fins, and most importantly The eating habits of carnivores prove that it will never be the kind of animal that is not dangerous.

Vinson will never allow such animals to appear next to Rand.

Just thinking about the fact that this little monster was found to be sent to the deep biological research and development room, Rand felt his skin tightened.

It may indeed be an annoying little bastard, but it shouldn't suffer from that.

At least it should not be like that cat.

Now, just thinking back, Vincent's nervous red eyes almost really appeared in front of Rand.

The dark-eyed man in the room couldn't help but scream and then step back. After a few seconds, he just reacted. He just looked at the brighter red markings behind Munster's eyes.

He endured the vomiting that spread like the high tide, and then gave himself a slap in the face, urging himself to be awake.

For the first time, he was so clearly aware that Vincent must not be allowed to know Munster's existence.

And that is the phone bell at this time.

Rand, who was immersed in his own thoughts, was shocked. He found the phone and looked at the number above, then switched on the arc.

"Caroline? You never called me so late, what happened?"

He said that he had sat down on the sofa.

"..."

There was a silence on the other side of the phone.

Rand even thought it was a misdirected call, but before he almost hanged up, the neurotic voice that was only in his memory actually reverberated in his ear.

"Rand, it is me."

That voice said to him.

Rand opened his lips and felt that all the cold hair on his back was up, and even his sitting position could not help but be corrected. He felt a burst of tension, just as he had talked to Vinson numerous times.

"Oh, hey, Vincent, how are you?"

Rand did everything he could to make his voice easier, but the sound actually delivered to the microphone was like dehydration, dry, and the voice was hoarse because of the tension.

"I am on the plane." Vincent's voice sounded a bit weak (but Rand was not sure about this), "An hour later the plane will stay in Salina's ok okyhill for two hours and forty-five minutes. I will send someone to pick you up... I think we can meet one side."

His voice said low.

At the same time, Rand clearly heard the roar of the clear helicopter from the roof...

After 60 minutes, Rand was already sitting in an office at the okyhill military airport.

There was still a faint bathing liquid on his body, and his body was smeared with plaid shirts and soft knit material trousers - this is no way to say that it is a formal attire, so that he is filled with a strong military mark. The office felt cramped.

A moderately roasted Colombian coffee, a high-grade chocolate wrapped in gold foil, and a glass of water were placed on the huge hardwood desk.

"Mr. Sifus, let us prepare this for you."

When she came to this, the blonde corporal said in the eyes of Rand's doubts.

Ok……

Rand's gaze once again passed on those things that were carefully prepared. Perhaps only Vincent would notice these details in the world, such as the water after coffee and chocolate.

However, it is this kind of meticulousness that is taken care of even the hair, so that the rand, who is already an adult, feels subtle discomfort.

When Rand looked at the things in a daze, the door was opened, and Rand knew that Vinson appeared. Don't ask him why he doesn't need to look back to know this - the evidence is that he feels his hair roots are tightening and his goose bumps are on his arms.

Rand turned and saw Vinson standing in the doorway in a black suit, and the bright red eyes stared at him motionless.

......

During the time of the interview, neither of them spoke.

Rand noticed that Vincent had lost weight before, and his silver hair was neatly combed to the back to reveal the stone-like face.

He didn't have any expression, but his gaze made Rand think he was like a beast that wanted to swallow him.

Fortunately, Caroline finally came over from Vinson at this time. She was panting, and her champagne hair was messy. She looked at the silent two people in the office with frustration and complained.

"...God, Vincent, put your personal assistant directly behind the back and don't care if it's not a gentleman," she looked at Rand as she calmed her breath. "Hey, Rand, you look good." ""

"You don't look good, Caroline, hair is good."

Rand barely squeezed a smile and commented on Caroline's newly dyed hair.

Caroline shrugged and then spoke to Vincent and Rand: "Do you need me to remind you? Gentlemen, you only have a little more than two hours to reunite, talk, hold together and cry." ... Of course I know that the last item won't happen, but, in a nutshell, I don't think you will be willing to stand up and watch the other person spend this time." Then she turned to Rand, "Wenson went around for a while." It’s here, two hours means that he has seven meetings to re-arrange. As the person responsible for arranging his meeting, I really sincerely hope that you will be more intimate with Vincent. ”

After she said that she didn't give Rand any chance to speak, she blinked and quickly slid out of the office with a very good interval.

Oh, yes, she also closed the door.

Vinson's eyebrows shook a bit, and with a state of no expression, he slowly opened his hand to Rand - a hug.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. You look, it's really good."

He said, with a trace of regret that people are not willing to think deeply.

Rand screamed in his heart, but in reality he had to hold back the impulse to run. He walked over and gently hugged Vincent.

He felt that he was simply a working dog who had been commanded, and a state of command made him have to cater to Vincent to prevent him from going crazy.

Vincent is very happy.

His arm was so hard, and Rand almost thought he wanted to push his body into his ribs.

After half a turn, Rand had to protest on Vincent's chest.

"No, no, Wensen, you are about to strangle me."

He said, barely broke free.

He and Vinson came to the only sofa in the office, and Vinson grabbed Rand's hand.

He rubbed his fingers on Rand's arm and made a judgment.

"Your fat rate has risen."

"...ah, yes."

Rand said dryly.

"I am very happy to see that you have been so happy. I have been very worried about you before. Rand, you can't take good care of yourself."

He continued.

Rand didn't know how to respond to Vincent. In fact, he felt that he knew better than Vinson to take care of himself. The kidnapping case that he had no memory at all was after all...

But he did not dare to say that.

He was very worried that his careless response would cause Vincent to change his mind and force him to move back to the "prison" built with banknotes.

The jailer in that prison is Vincent, and the prisoner has one and only Rand - obviously Vincent will like that.

"Oh, I am fine, really, everything is fine, the apartment is very good, the life here is also very good, I even made a good friend..."

Rand's brain is almost ready to solidify because of fear.

He described his life quickly, inlaid with Phnom Penh on the poor daily activities, in an attempt to make Vinson understand - he really lived very well.

Moreover, he did a good job.

He didn't notice that when he talked about Rogers, Vinson's face instantly became distorted facial muscles, and whenever he repeated the name, Vinson's eyelids became more and more dark.

When Rand felt that Vinson's strength to grab his arm had been so unbearable, his narrative, the part about friendship with Rogers, had completely made Vinson uncontrollable.

"I will give you a place to stay."

He interrupted Rand's words.

"what?"

Rand didn't react at all, he stared blankly at Vincent's red eyes, and then the muscles of his stomach tightened for a moment...

That crazy look is what he has seen many times.

"I do not understand."

He twitched his lips and whispered, then instinctively wanted to stand up, farther away from Vincent.

But he can't do it.

Vinson’s hand grabbed Rand.

He announced his decision to Rand in a word.

"I hope that you are farther away from Rogers. He is not the kind of person who is right for you - so I will give you a place to stay. I am investing in a laboratory in Switzerland, I think you will like the Alps. landscape."

Rand closed his eyes and he hurriedly breathed the air in an attempt to calm himself down, but he thought it was too difficult.

"Vinson, I have said many times, I don't need others to control my life."

He used all his self-control to make the sentence "speak" rather than roar.

Vincent is just like countless times, and he doesn't care about him.

He just made a decision on his own.

"If you like this apartment, I can build it for you there, everything will be fine, Rand, you will get the best protection..."

"To shut up!"

Rand stood up violently, and his arm was caught by Vincent with a distinct red mark.

He stood up and kicked his desk hard, the wooden table made a dull sound, and Rand felt that he was about to explode.

"Vinson..." he whispered to Vincent. "Look at me, just look at me - I am a person, a free man, not your slave, not your possession! No! Forever No! You can't control me with such brotherly feelings that you still have left, so you can control me without shame!"

"I never thought about it like this, Rand, I just want to protect you... protect you..."

Vinson's gaze rested on the bright red mark that Rand had drawn on his hand. His breathing began to be sent out, and his eyes became as chaotic as glass beads.

If Rand can still stay a little awake at this time, he may be aware of Vincent's mismatch, but this time he has been completely angered by Vinson's infringement of the freedom of others.

"I'm fed up! Vincent, my mother is fed up with you! I would rather have been in the **** kid's kidnapping."

"Rand!"

Only in this sentence, Vinson stood up like an angry spectacled king snake.

He rushed to Rand, and the pair of cold hands that were like dead people stuck to Rand's head.

He glared at Rand's face, and the red eyes flashed with crazy light.

"How dare you say this, you shouldn't say that! Forever, never do this! You will never die, never hurt, I will protect you, protect you forever, you will always..."

Rand’s vision was blurred.

Vincent's hand was too tight, and he was almost unable to breathe—or he couldn't breathe.

His body struggled instinctively, but he never thought that someone like Vinson would be so powerful - his body slammed like iron, hard and cold, and wouldn't have any Respond.

Rand felt that he was dying.

He frantically gasped in an attempt to **** in some air, and it was completely turned into a blind vision with only Vinson's red eyes.

Red eyes like demons.

Then suddenly -

"boom……"

With a muffled sound, the shackles on his neck were released.

Rand squatted softly on the floor, licking his throat and starting to retching. It was not until a few seconds later that he looked up and saw Vinson falling to the ground like a corpse.

The author has something to say: a cold, so it was originally released in the afternoon and it was only written until now...

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