MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 5
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Rand is speechless
After a while, he stuttered and said: "Yes, but that doesn't mean anything... I mean, is there someone who will deal with those things? In any place... I mean No matter where... I can possibly encounter such a thing... Maybe it’s a plane crash, maybe a nuclear power plant leaks... You can’t always let me move because of this kind of thing...”
He did not realize that his tone became weak. After all, Rand was never a person who was good at quarreling.
He clearly knew that Vincent's approach was not right, but when the other party presented evidence, his language was poor enough to be unable to refute.
It’s just a leak of chemical materials...
He thought, and today he stayed there for an entire afternoon. He may have cut his hand, but he always came back safely, even if Vinson did not send the **** helicopter and mercenary to pick him up. He can also get home safely. However, these are weak and pale in front of Vincent's neuroticism. This person, known as the "brother", obviously has a mindset that normal people can't understand. In Rand's view, perhaps only the mother of postpartum depression. They can resonate with Vincent.
"Water may be contaminated."
Vinson said that he gently raised his eyebrows and stared at Rand with that strong worry. His voice was like a machine, and he looked more nervous.
The silver moonlight came in from the only window in the room, projected onto Vincent's white hair and cheeks, and now he is like a white ghost shadow.
"I am worried about you, Rand, I am very, very worried about you... I used to lose you, I will not make a second mistake..."
He kept repeating this sentence.
Rand's stomach produced a heavy feeling, as if someone was pulling his internal organs. He sighed deeply, went forward, and sat next to Vinson.
He reached out and hugged Vincent, feeling the trembling of the other's shoulder under his palm.
"Everything is gone, I am back, I am back, so you don't have to worry," he said to Vinson. "I know that it hurts you, but Vinson, looking at me..."
He looked at Vincent's red eyes.
This distance almost allowed him to see his reflection in Vincent's eyes.
"Look at me, Vincent, I am no longer a child, I can protect myself."
Vincent's gaze dimmed. He grabbed Rand's arm and looked anxious and nervous.
"No, Rand, you have to go to Kansas, you have to stay away from the water..."
"Okay, okay!" Rand had to raise his hands in frustration and surrender. "I went to Kansas, but we have to say one thing. I went to Kansas and you gave up monitoring."
"I never thought about monitoring you."
"Well, you have never monitored me, you are just looking at me... in various ways... Vincent, I can't stand this, you know."
Rand said helplessly.
Vincent's anxious appearance became more apparent. He was entangled with Rand for a while... Rand began to thank him as a librarian for the time and patience and self-control ability of the group of old ladies.
He finally convinced Vincent.
"Well, Kansas is Kansas. You better swear to God that you really won't monitor me again, or look at me, or follow me... you know what I mean."
Rand told Vinson. He had no way to trust Vincent's promise, but he knew that Vincent was a devout religious lover, and he met Vinson's prayer room during his time with Vincent. He can only count on Vincent's belief in religion over his paranoia.
Vincent reveals a hurt expression.
"If it is for you, I don't need to swear." He said, "I will do it."
Rand pulled his lips, and Vinson’s gaze once again made him feel like he was upside down. He didn’t even dare to turn around and pack his own things—of course, there was nothing to clean up.
The next thing became a lot simpler. Rand carried his interview bag directly and boarded the private plane that Vinson prepared for him, and the journey was even faster than Rand imagined, so fast. There was a slight suspicion: Vinson’s fear of the so-called chemical material leak seemed to be somewhat unreasonable. He was crazy to make Rand farther from the Blue Moon Coast as possible...
Kansas is located in the middle of the United States, far from the coast.
Rand couldn't help but look up at Vinson. It was only the passing of his eyes. Vinson, who had closed his eyes before, almost opened his eyes in an instant.
"Rand, what do you need?"
"No, nothing is needed."
Rand rigidly removed his gaze.
Considering that Vincent's mental state has not been so reassuring, perhaps this intense reaction is normal. Rand quickly dismissed this doubt.
The apartment that Vinson prepared for him was at the top of a building, so that Landsson was relieved that this apartment was all right. The so-called normal means that there is no luxury decoration, not a luxury manor, and there is no more bunny girl in his bed to prepare to accompany the bed. Rand looked around the room, the grey carpets and walls were obviously new, and the furniture looked very comfortable (Rand refused to imagine the price of the furniture), except that the entire room was too neat and looked like an advertising room. There are almost no shortcomings.
Rand didn't know who gave Vinson the idea, but he really thanked that person, so Vinson finally learned to pick an apartment for normal people.
"I like it very much, thank you, Vincent."
He turned back and said to Vincent.
Vincent appeared very excited and happy, and his state even made Rand couldn't help himself to reflect on whether he was too bad for him.
Vinson leaned over and kissed Rand's temple. Rand's body trembled a bit, but eventually did not avoid it.
He watched himself and Vinson's videotape when he was a child, where the six-year-old Vinson kissed Rand, who was still a baby, with a smile in his parents' laughter.
"You like it, Rand, I just hope that everything is fine..."
He seemed to want to say something, but another person, perhaps his secretary, came forward with a dignified expression and handed him a call.
Vinson's face became very ugly after picking up the phone. His eyes seemed to be redder than before. A ghost-like light flashed in his eyes, but he was suppressed by a moment.
Even so, Rand couldn't help but fight a cold war.
The news brought by the secretary must be a very difficult thing, Rand knows. Otherwise, Vincent will never have to leave in a hurry like this, and his obsession with Rand is always scary. However, Rand found himself feeling relaxed and happy for Vincent's departure.
"I am sorry, I think I have to leave... Rand, you promise that you will protect yourself." Before leaving, he once again asked Rand to assure him.
"I promise."
Rand repressed his happy mood and said to him.
"I just want you to be fine."
Vinson stared at him deeply.
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Watching Vinson's departure, Rand rushed back to the apartment at the fastest speed and closed the door. He leaned against the door and took a long sigh of relief.
He even has the illusion that the whole body is much lighter.
Until this time, he had the strength to breathe freely.
After a short break, he opened the closet and placed neatly on all occasions. Rand looked at the label and found that it was a brand that he could not afford in his previous ten years of work.
Rand couldn't help but loosen the zippered tie he bought at the supermarket—he felt that if Vinson saw it, it might faint.
"Well, calm down. After all, he has promised that you will not monitor again."
Rand murmured to the sly man in the mirror. After a few minutes, he dragged his heavy body to the living room and picked up his own interview kit.
Although there is nothing, but always mean to clean up, thinking about it, Landera opened the zipper...
"Oh, hell!"
He glared at the sports bottle in his bag and couldn't help but curse.
He has completely forgotten that **** fish!
The fish that stayed in the closed state for almost the entire night may have already died. Rand unscrewed the lid without expecting it, and was ready to greet the stench of the early fish*.
but……
"Hell, what is this?"
After looking at the things in the kettle, Rand couldn't help but shout out the second "hattering" tonight. 2k novel reading network
