MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 94

Vol1

When Rogers faced Rand again, he had adjusted his expression very well.

That harmless and kind good neighbor.

"Wow, sorry, I was just too shocked." He blinked at Rand. "Are you bitten by a small bug? I think that you are really suitable to squirt silk from your wrist to sway in the middle of the building." Come and go for justice."

"..."

Rand looked at Rogers silently, and the atmosphere was awkward. The latter had to put away his exaggerated expression and lick his hair.

"Okay, okay, Rand, don't look at me like that, just a joke! I just want to make you a little easier... In short, there is no harm in seeing the symptoms shown on you now, in fact I think a lot of people will probably want your 'sequels'. But if you want to go to the hospital for a check, I can drive you to..."

"No, I don't want to go to the hospital." Rand had already refused to say anything before the reason happened.

Rogers shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I also think that you should let your brother handle this. After all, the changes that are happening in your body are not quite like the disease can be caused - I have no intention of offending, but I am really curious, you know, Your brother is a deep white company. He really didn't do anything unskilled on you? Otherwise I really don't know how to understand the variation in your body."

"It's not a deep thing..." Rand wanted to say that he had never had such a **** experiment.

However, some fragments have slowly emerged from the sea of ​​his memories at this time.

He had seen photos of his childhood, the child with albinism, but he is now a normal person with normal black hair and green eyes.

and also……

After Vinson returned to the Sifus family in Rand, he was so indifferent to the variability and blood problems of Rand...

For a moment, even Rand himself was not sure.

He sighed deeply and his body became more gloomy.

Rogers stood up from the stool and put his hand on Rand's shoulder.

"Don't be like this, my buddy, everything will be fine."

He said with a kind smile.

In the next few days, Rand has been honestly staying in his apartment, quietly enduring the strange changes in his body (changes in vision make him even more difficult to use electronic products, he can easily see To every tiny electronic component, his body doesn't seem to change anything else.

At the same time, in the passage of time, the paparazzi around the apartment was finally missing, which made Rand feel gratified.

He thought things were finally getting better.

Vol2

The kind of hellish heat once again attacked Rand at night.

At the time he was lying flat on the bed, next to a dimly lit little lamp.

Whiskey on his bedside table, in the hands of a fairy tale of Wilde - whiskey used to deal with Rand's insomnia, and Wilde used to deal with Munster's spoiled.

Rand's beloved little monster did not spend the same night in Rand's bedroom as he had in the past.

In fact, after that ridiculous and confusing night, Rand no longer allowed Munster to enter his bedroom for the night. In the living room, he gave Munster a comfortable bed (it made his living room, which cost a lot of design money, suddenly become a ghost place like a messy university dormitory - Rogers complained), but Rand knew In fact, Munster quietly stays on the carpet at the door of his bedroom every night.

It is the closest location to Rand.

Rand was annoyed with Munster's behavior and... soft, especially considering that the latter did not actually make noisy attempts to enter his bedroom.

It just took a pleading and forbearing tear to pull Rand's sleeves and faintly said: "Rand, I am not jealous, you will not drive me away."

- At that moment, Rand felt that he was a stone-hearted beast.

He finally acquiesced Munster to stay at his door, and he knew it could hear everything in his bedroom.

As a compensation, he would open a fairy tale book in the room and read the fairy tale above and below - he knew that Munster could hear it, and it liked it.

"...but the night scorpion put the rose thorns tighter, stabbing his heart, a burst of pain hit her whole body. The pain is getting worse and worse, the song is getting more and more intense, because she sings The love that is completed by death sings the love that is immortal in the grave. Finally, this extraordinary rose turns into a deep red, like the red glow of the eastern sky, the outer ring of the petals is deep red, and the flower is redder. It looks like a ruby."

He was reading this sentence at the time.

A strange pain suddenly broke out of his heart.

In the first second, he even thought that this was because of the pain caused by the nightingale in the fairy tale, but then he knew that this was not normal pain.

The pain is swept away like a tornado, and the soul is almost shredded.

He saw the book in his hand fall to the ground uncontrollably, his arm smashed and the whiskey was overturned.

In a very short moment, Rand's body temperature rose by ten degrees.

His heart began to be overloaded and quickly became confusing.

The air in this room suddenly seemed to be taken away, and Rand's swollen lungs made him almost unable to breathe.

"...Rand? Rand!"

Munster seems to be barking, but its voice sounds as if it is as far away as another world.

The strong rose scent is like a fountain from every inch of Rand's skin. Even in a semi-conscious state, he can clearly smell the strong scent that is almost suffocating.

Oh no……

"Don't... enter... come..."

Rand struggled and shouted at the door.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if Munster entered here and was enchanted by these **** smells.

Of course, what he is more afraid of is what he will do.

......

At the door, Munster suddenly recovered his claws.

The door to the bedroom has been cut out by a hole (which is actually very simple for Munster), and the sweet smell of Rand's body flows out.

Munster's mouthparts have been straight out of the mouth before they realized it, secreting a large amount of sticky droplets on the carpet.

If Rand is close to a semi-coma at this time, then Munster's condition is actually no better than him.

The call that is rooted in nature is like a whip slamming on its soul, letting it madly want to rush into the room, kneading Rand in his arms.

but……

"Don't come in."

Rand faintly like a newborn kitten, piercing the heart of Munster like a nail.

It looked up at the head and made a long, painful cry.

Then slammed back.

"Rand... Rand... Rand..."

It kept repeating the call to the name, as if it would make it a bit better.

Its body temperature is also rising, emptiness, hunger and thirst... let it produce a great pain just like being torn apart.

Its claws are slammed into the gaps in the tail scales - this can cause severe pain on the *, but it also allows it to recover a little bit of wisdom from the boiling hormones.

Rand told it that it was not allowed to go in.

Munster whimpered, enduring both physical and mental torture, but never crossed the path of a thin paper-like obstacle.

In order to alleviate the pain, it puts a face on the door panel and then opens his mouth...

Rand heard a wonderful voice.

The kind of sweet song that he once heard that makes every nerve of the person numb.

The voice was like a cool spring overflowing into his body, pacifying his muscles and souls that were bitten by pain.

I gradually stopped.

Rand’s rushing breath also calmed down bit by bit.

He lay there quietly, greedily taking the coolness and calmness of the wonderful voice.

The mind slowly floated from the darkness and landed back into his body.

After a while, Rand found himself lying on the ground.

The pieces of the whiskey bottle were tied to his skin.

Some tiny blood beads crowded out, and Rand didn't even feel the pain. He is still burning, and he is so awkward.

He crawled slowly from the ground and walked toward the door like a zombie.

If at this moment, there is a second person in this room, he can see the exception of Rand at this time.

His pupils became black and bright in the moonlight, reflecting the light like a polished silver coin.

His eyes used to be the greenest leaves on the treetops of the midsummer, but at this time it was like blood dripping, showing an unlucky blood.

Rand's hand rested on the door handle.

"Mang...s...special...hee..."

He called the name.

The song was interrupted for a moment.

"Rand..."

It responded.

The wonderful thing is that this belongs to the name of human beings, but it gives Rand a clear moment.

His hand was picked up from the doorknob, but his body slammed into the door panel and slowly slipped.

"Don't... enter... come..."

Rand can clearly feel the certain kind of body... the unspeakable desire.

He didn't know what was going on, but he was really tortured.

Rand never knew that he was such a monster.

He is about to collapse.

If Munster really appears in front of him, he can swear that he can never afford any resistance. He will be defeated by the devilish desires and desires in his body, and then he will make unforgivable disgusting things.

Munster did not do that.

The door to the bedroom is so fragile, it does not open it until the end.

Rand saw the hole in the door, which just allowed him to reach out.

Rand asked Munster to grab his hand.

"Don't... let... I open the door... I don't want to make it... that kind of thing..."

He leaned his head against the door panel, groaning low and then said.

After hesitating for a moment, Rand's fiery fingers were caught in Munster's cold palm.

Its singing sounded again.

This time brought some faint grief.

Rand breathed deeply, as if he could breathe the song into his lungs.

He feels much better.

Munster’s singing made him feel a feeling...like the feeling of being surrounded by something.

At this time, the situation in which the soul was paralyzed and disappeared occurred.

Rand felt as if he was drowned by honey and amber. Every nerve and every inch of skin fell into sweetness, but he couldn't breathe.

can not breath……

When he once again returned to God from the illusion, time has passed... about tens of seconds? Or is it a few minutes?

Rand is not sure.

The high heat seems to be gradually receding, burning his * and the heat is beginning to weaken.

Rand is finally able to think normally.

"Munster, thank you."

He said hoarsely.

After returning to normal, he opened the door.

I saw Munster, who was almost as exhausted as he was.

It still looks so embarrassing, a lot of mucus wets its body and the carpet underneath it.

The sweet smell of Rand has faded. This is not a pleasant thing for a mature and sorcerer in the hair. (After all, in natural circumstances, this means a formal exchange. · The opportunity has disappeared).

But Munster felt very happy.

Compared to Rand's painful sputum under the influence of hormones, it was surprisingly found that he even preferred his partner to look at his weak smile.

At least, when he smiles, his eyes are not fascinating.

Rand is looking at it, he can clearly know who it is - just this cognition makes Munster feel a wonderful sweetness and satisfaction.

It reached out and embraced Rand naturally.

"I don't know what happened to me... but I really appreciate you, Munster..."

Rand said softly in Munster's ear.

"In the future, if you are not feeling well in the future, I will sing to you... you don't have to be afraid..."

Munster gave a guarantee to Rand with happiness.

Intellectually, it is really strange that Rand knew that it was so greasy with Munster (his strange physical condition should not do this), but the latter's clumsy gentleness is still very good to soothe his tired spirit.

Peace of mind...

Yes, a year ago, Rand would not have thought that he would one day find a sense of security that he had never had before from a small monster, an unidentified weird creature.

He couldn't help but leave a brisk kiss on Munster's forehead.

"Thank you."

He says.

If it is not the same as the body, Rand and Munster's greasyness will probably continue for a short time.

But the reality is, a few minutes later, Rand found that his neck had some itching, some wet, hot things that had been rubbed from the back of his ear to the shoulder. Rand reached out and touched his finger, then put his finger in front of his own eyes.

Tota's pair of blessings that can now be seen in the darkness, he can clearly see what is on his finger - blood.

"Rand?!"

Munster also saw his blood, and it had some horror.

"Oh, nothing, I think it's just a little sequela."

Rand said calmly. I thought it was the infamous fever that caused the ear to bleed.

But soon he realized that things were not that simple.

Because he touched several side-by-side cracks on his own ears.

Rand struggled to drag the weak body to the bathroom, and in the mirror of the bathroom, he was shocked to see the cracks.

Each of them is almost five to six centimeters long and evenly distributed. It's not a shallow wound, they look... it's deep enough to see bones.

However, Rand didn't even feel pain.

He wiped off the remaining blood with some absorbent cotton wool, and the edges of the cracks were more clearly visible, and they were very smooth.

Rand pressed the crack in a rather uncertain way.

However, a strong smell of alcohol suddenly rushed to his head, it felt like someone sprayed a few pumps of alcohol spray into his nose, he could not help but sneeze.

Then he found that the crack in his body was actually blooming when he sneezed.

A stream of air spurted out of the crack.

"Oh, God..."

Rand stunned his mouth.

He couldn't help but hold his breath in the intense mood, but this time he still can feel the inflow of air.

Those cracks... actually his fault.

Vol3

"What the **** is this..."

If there is a variation in the eye, let Rand reluctantly accept it after a brief shock.

The cockroach that grows behind the ear is like a heavy hammer, and it completely kills the calm illusion that Rand has barely built.

He can't understand the changes in his body anyway.

cheek?

God, he hasn’t been bitten by the fish. At most he’s just being Munster...

Wait, Munster...

Rand’s breathing stopped.

At the beginning, Munster was an ordinary fish.

Everything is wrong from the day that Munster cut his hand. Is the variation in his body really related to Munster?

Rand immediately matched everything.

His wonderful feelings with Munster after that night, his inexplicable and hard-to-reach *, the variation on his body...

"For God's sake……"

Rand sat on the toilet, his hands licking his head and panicked.

If all his changes are due to Munster, what should he do next?

Rand felt an helplessness like never before.

This is why he really doesn't know what to do.

And God may have heard his prayers, it did not give Rand too much tangled time -

A few seconds later, a knock on the door interrupted Rand's thoughts.

Rand opened the door and saw a pale Rogers. No makeup, no huge cheap jewelry, no tight t-shirts and stretch pants. He seems to be so horrible.

"Rogers? What happened to you?"

Rand was shocked after seeing Rogers's face as a dead man. He looked at the time by the way, this is the early morning.

Rogers looked back at the corridor, and after confirming no one, he quickly slid into the apartment in Rand.

He didn't even have the deliberate fear of the presence of Munster as usual. He seems to have some anger.

"Damn, I am the one who wants to ask what happened?! What did you and your little monster just do?!"

"what?"

Rand took a step back in guilty conscience.

"Hey, I made a fever and then..."

He tried to explain, but soon he discovered that Rogers was not listening to his words.

Compared with the usual, a man who was a lot simpler opened the balcony door quickly and then issued a curse.

"Damn, I know that you have a problem here."

He says.

Rand walked over with doubt and uneasiness.

A fresh smell came into his nose.

On the balcony of Rand, a black corpse almost completely covered the floor.

They are bats that have broken their necks and broken skulls, as well as the bodies of some nocturnal birds.

"God, this is..."

"Don't tell me you don't know anything?!"

Rogers jerked back and the poisonous snake stared at Rand.

......

The residents of the Pine Street Apartment were bothered by this strange event this evening. The first is bats, yes, under normal circumstances, they are like ghosts. People know that there are bats at night, but no one really notices them.

But this night, countless bats started to hit the windows and walls of the apartment like crazy, one and the other, they smashed themselves on the cold glass, but they were not afraid, huge The sound can wake up anyone who is asleep.

Then, the bird also joined the ranks of suicide.

The entire building seems to have some magical power that is hard to explain. It attracts countless night animals that hit the cold cement and glass, leaving them with a soft, muddy body.

The area most affected by the disaster is the layer of the Rand family.

"I don't know if other people have noticed... you know who I mean by 'others.' Anyway, when I look at your balcony, I think you are being attacked by the demon creatures, those bats, days. Ah, they are always in your window, don't you notice it at all?"

"I was having a fever."

Rand frowned and said.

"I don't know what is going on here..."

He said, but almost at the same time given this answer, Rand thought of Munster's "singing voice."

The "singing voice" is so sweet and wonderful that it can almost take away the human soul.

Rand is hard to guarantee that it will not have the same effect on other creatures. 2k novel reading network