MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 40

The two men stopped in front of the apartment at Rand Sifus.

They were wearing blue overalls and the logo of the housekeeping company they belonged to in the back with yellow letters, which made the yellow-shelled suitcases in their hands look less conspicuous—although the real housekeeping cleaners, The ak-1000 anti-static box is never used.

They habitually looked at each other before inserting the key into the keyhole, and they did not see any nervous look on each other's face. They are actually very relaxed, after all, the file of Rand Severus has been studied verbatim by word.

A mediocre and ordinary man, that's it.

Installing eavesdropping surveillance equipment in his apartment does not allow this group of experienced people to tighten their nerves. In their built-in headphones, someone was laughing and asking about the taste of pizza. If you look down from Rand's balcony, you can see that the ordinary van is parked on the side of the road, and the inquiry came from that car.

The key slides to the right, giving a smooth "click" sound.

They opened the door easily than ever before.

Then the smiling face of the bright strawberry hair color man emerged from the shadow behind the door like a ghost.

The men stood there for a moment.

Their pupils increased in an instant, and the breathing became rushed—because of the cold scent from the man. But soon they recognized Rogers, and they re-relaxed. After all, the information that was placed on their desk not long ago was passed by the person in front of them.

"Hey, man, we have something to do."

The man holding the yellow box said to Rogers, in a working tone with a subtle alienation.

They didn't ask any questions about Rogers's appearance in the Rand apartment. He was the one who was responsible for surveillance. Soon they can get it all, they believe. The other person pressed his earphones by hand and absent-mindedly responded to the inquiry of the peers in the car.

"Mushroom chicken, double cheese."

He whispered that he had begun to look forward to his dinner.

The curvature of Rogers' mouth is deepening.

He nodded at the man in front of him and said to them in a soft tone.

"That's really good, I just have some things to do."

Then he reached out and at the tip of his fingertips some tiny polymer lines were flashing with a shimmering shimmer.

He skillfully put the thread on one of the people's necks, so fast that he even had time to blink at the man who was gazing at him.

He changed his new eyelashes today and put on gorgeous black feathers at the end of his eyes.

Then Rogers tightened the thread.

The man’s neck was like a hand drawn by God with a thin, even red line, and then the red line began to thicken...

The blood flowed out.

The man fell to the ground without making a sound.

"bump--"

The yellow anti-static box almost fell to the ground with the body.

The companion of the corpse finally realized that something was wrong at this time, and he threw down the box and panted back.

However, Rogers grabbed his hair so easily.

"I am just a device person..."

He was just a device worker, he tried to explain this, but Rogers just smiled.

The prosthetic limb produced by the deep white company was very dexterous and powerful, and it easily forced the man's head to lean back. Rogers quickly cut the man's trachea and arteries with a thin blade hidden inside the nail.

He also fell down, **** and braved, splashing some jetted blood on the walls of the corridor.

He struggled in the same place to be completely free.

Rogers leaned against the wall, he took out the makeup mirror from the bag and began to make up the makeup, then re-applied the nails with varnish.

After the sound of the blood ejected from the artery gradually disappeared, the corridor returned to silence.

In the ears of the dead, the headphones are still buzzing.

"...they said that there are no chicken mushrooms! It’s **** Kansas... I think we can change one... How about Mexican burritos? Hey, talk, man, how can I not know how quiet you are when you work? Man?"

Rogers sighed.

He used a knife to pull out the headphones, listening to the whispering sounds of the panic, and crushing the small and sophisticated instruments.

Then he looked up and looked at the corridor that had been soaked in blood, as if he suddenly remembered something, and frustratedly patted his head.

"Damn, forget to change the carpet..."

He secretly cursed his bad memory and dragged the bodies into his own door.

In the bathroom, he did some preliminary treatment for the two bodies, and there was a strong **** smell in the air. Then he heard the phone slamming on the sink.

"Rogers -"

"Hey, Caroline, how are you doing today?"

He sat loosely on the toilet with his knees leaning against a hand that was pulled out of the bathtub.

"...I sent some people to Kansas today, but they told me that those people suddenly lost contact..."

Caroline spoke after a moment of silence.

Rogers made a clear yawn on the phone.

"Oh, if you are talking about suspicious people, I have already disposed of them."

He says.

Carolyn’s voice seemed to be calm and cold in the layman, but the slight trembling in her voice had begun to expose her emotions.

"They are not suspicious, I never thought about real damage to Rand..."

"In fact, Caroline I just did the contract to ask me to do... All the people who might cause Rand's life safety problems, I have to deal with them well. Come one, I will kill one, come Two, I will kill two, and so on," Rogers said easily, he clipped the phone between his shoulders and his ears, and began to use his special tweezers to put his nails from the hand that still has softness. Pull it down, "Oh, if I say this, I think my contract seems to be somewhat unreasonable. If you have time, can we discuss the contract again? I want to be able to record the charge for the killing problem. ”

"They are doing things according to my orders. The two people in the early morning are even on standby for certain special conditions. You have no right to be prepared for this level..."

Carolyn’s voice couldn’t help but grow bigger.

Rogers had to free his hand to take the phone a little farther.

Then he put his mouth close to the phone and interrupted Carolyn's nonsense.

"I think, you made a mistake." He whispered as he stared at the two-tailed mermaid on his arm. "I was hired by Vincent Sifus, and you are just a... Microphone only... So, please don’t talk to me in that ridiculous tone, Caroline, which makes me feel a little unhappy. I don’t know what you want to do, those people, if I guess it’s right, it’s commercial Mercenaries? And those monitors... I sincerely advise you not to try to torture me with these amateur methods. After all, the commission is not cheap, isn’t it? I occasionally have headaches in the cleaning of the apartment...”

Rogers is like a girl who talks about gossip with girlfriends, and quickly hits Caroline with a sweet tone.

"You are just a killer..."

The shocking ingredients in Caroline's tone became thicker.

Rogers's hand shook a little, and a piece of nail fell from the scorpion.

A moment later, the strawberry-colored killer showed a nostalgic look in the bathroom that Caroline could not see.

"I am a competent killer, although everything I do now is to ensure the safety of Rand Sifus - I have this obligation after all."

Caroline seems to want to say something, but Rogers has already dropped the phone one step ahead.

He quickly handled a part of the bodies of two people, and a new idea came to his mind.

He came to the door with a bucket. The horrible scene of the murder had been cleaned up by the team behind him. The carpet was replaced, the walls were painted, and the chemical remained in the air. The stench, but Rogers knows that even this trace will disappear without a trace.

He looked at Rand's apartment and smiled, pushed the door open, and walked in.

"Oh..."

Munster made a circle in the aquarium and slowly floated out of the water.

It squatted on the box edge of the aquarium and looked at Rogers, who was parked in front of the aquarium.

"'Two people,'" Rogers said with a smile to him. "Carolyn said that she sent two people, but the strange thing is, I actually only met one - and he was scared to go crazy. ""

He put the bucket on the table, and the strong smell from the bucket made Munster's tail twitch gently.

"So, the question now is, where did the rest of the people go?"

Rogers said as he fished out the contents of the bucket.

A completely peeled face, two ears, and a heart with red blood.

He rubbed the two sides of his face with both hands and shook at Munster.

"do you know him?"

He said that the sound sounded like a gentle male caregiver at the nursery.

......

Munster's mouth opened to the sides and the white teeth were exposed.

It looks like a beast with no way to understand any words.

However, Rogers is more satisfied with it.

"Well, I think you probably won't pay attention to this."

He says.

Before the "tongue" in Munster's mouth popped out, he threw the face, ears and chopped heart into the aquarium.

Munster's movements were incredibly fast. It slammed into the bottom of the water. The blue tongue was pulled out by the sea snakes and caught in the mouth.

After Rogers saw the blue tongue, his eyes became sharper.

There is a ecstasy on his face that is more crazy than ever.

"Oh, I should have thought of it... sure enough, you are the same thing."

On his prosthetic, the sign of the two-tailed mermaid reflects the shimmer...

At the same time, in another place dozens of miles away from him, the main character in his conversation with Caroline, Rand Sifus is facing another dilemma.

It was almost an hour before the Ronald had exposed the strange behavior in front of Rand.

This time, the obvious accident also ended the prelude to the book club. Rand and the frightened boy were settled in the reception room of the shelter.

The reception room is comfortable, and the cats and dogs that have been adopted on the wall are now compared to what they used to be. A slogan hangs behind the desk - I just want a home.

It can be seen that the slogan is written from the perspective of animals, but it is ridiculous from the perspective of a normal person.

Cheap coffee exudes heat on the coffee table, and Rand leans on the sofa that is no longer elastic, and the boy is on the other side.

His hand was still shaking, his face was like a piece of paper, but he tried hard to cover it up.

"The dog will die," he said to Rand, with a fierce and weak expression. "It will definitely die, they will kill it, and the mad dog attacks the people."

Rand looked at him disgustedly, and he apparently did not realize what Rand really thought of him.

"So, how did you do it?" He trembled and tried to talk. "Is it a trick? Or what special function?"

"The dog was only born with a rare stress response."

Rand said plainly.

Others are actually full of doubts about this issue. It can be seen that no one will think that Rand has the momentum and can scare the dog until he is still in the cage. Some people say that it is probably sick or has some unexplained stress response.

Rand adopted the latter statement.

He doesn't like to continue to entangle on this issue again - because even he himself does not know the reason.

However, after this incident, the entire shelter saw a glimpse of his gaze. This reminded Rand that when he was brought back by Vincent, those people looked at him like this - the self-righteous secret, but in reality it was almost undisguised.

He is extremely disgusted with this.

His stomachaches and headaches made his shelter more torturous.

Just when he was about to stand the boy, the reception room was opened.

A staff member walked to Rand with a diligent smile.

"Mr. Sifus, do you feel better now?" he said, taking a step to the side and revealing the person behind him. "Let me introduce this, this is the father of Crodil, he I am very grateful that you came forward to save Crodell at that time, and he insisted on apologizing to you..."

Rand didn't go to the staff member because he felt the gaze that the young man's father had projected to him - the gaze was so weird and sharp, it was like a blade soaked with venom, hot and crazy. It seems that there is substance in general.

"Oh... how are you?"

Rand frowned, and he looked at the man in confusion, unable to understand where the hatred contained in his gaze came from.

"It's you," the man stared at Rand for a moment, and suddenly his expression twisted and pushed the staff away. "Fucking is you! Rand` Sifus - you devil !"

He rushed over and his hands were stuck on Rand's neck before everyone could react.

The muscles on his face were embarrassed because they were too twisted.

Rand could even see his shocked and sullen face in his **** eyes, and the man’s roar blew in his ear like a thunder.

"How dare you dare to appear in this world! I will never forget the things you did, your living demon..."

As he spoke, he began to speak incoherently, and a lot of tears rolled out of his eyes.

The scene is a mess.

Rand’s vision was blurred because of lack of oxygen, but the voice of the man who had collapsed was always clear.

"You haven't seen enough? When I was cut, your mother was watching! You looked at it like that..."