Mermaid Effect

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Vol1

Simon never thought that one day he would encounter a real tidal wave between the Serb populations.

Of course, the tidal wave is his own name for the unique spiritual phenomenon in this scorpion population, because it is similar to the tidal wave in nature.

In nature, when the tides of the outer sea enter the estuary, the power is amazing because of the huge waves formed by the superposition of the waves. In the population of the scorpion, there is a unique spiritual connection. A strong enough scorpion can influence his own ethnic group with his own spiritual wave, from one to the other... and the plug it affects The 壬 will superimpose the transmission of spiritual waves, just like the real tidal wave. In the end, this spiritual wave will form an enormous and incalculable energy.

No matter how far apart these scorpions are... All creatures containing the sputum gene will resonate with each other, their spiritual world will be linked together to form a whole, their ** will burst out than normal Powerful and numerous powers...

They will become nightmares and disasters for human beings.

Before this night, this phenomenon has been speculated on paper, and almost no one believes that this phenomenon beyond human imagination will actually appear in reality.

But it just happened.

What is even more incredible is that the main body of this spiritual turmoil turned out to be the former human being contaminated by mermaid cells, Vincent Sifus.

This is something that should not happen even in the most ridiculous dreams.

Simon gasped heavily, and he stared at Vinson on the other side of the isolation window, where fine cold sweat oozes from his forehead and back. A drop of sweat dripped into his eyes along his eyelashes, causing a slight tingling, but Simon found himself not even blinking.

Because the terrible creature is watching him.

Vincent Sifus still looks a lot different from humans.

He has grown a very thick fishtail, and the lower limbs of the scorpion stretch out on both sides of the tail, the toes grow longer, and the fan-shaped giant ankles in the middle. It has long and flexible tentacles on the forehead and inside of the mouth. The eyes are red and the eyes on both sides of the cheekbones are mature. From the perspective of the flexibility of his "hair", the hairy hair of the scorpion is unique. The tentacle is also fully developed.

All in all, except for its small size, it now looks almost identical to a real cockroach.

It is hard to imagine that not long ago, he was even an experimental biological waste that should be destroyed.

Oh, of course, if it’s just a look, Simon is definitely not as nervous as it is now. What really makes him feel hairy is something else – the expression on Vinson’s face.

It gazing at Simon indifferently through the thick composite transparent material of the window.

Simon has seen the real scorpion and countless scorpion-derived experimental bodies, which usually have more simple eyes, their emotions and souls are so easy to understand, with a kind of ignorance and chaos that the beast has.

However, the current Vinson's eyes are not like that. Its eyes are full of scrutiny and deep thought. It seems so full of wisdom, but there is no trace of human positive emotions in it.

"Where is the **** ‘Poseidon’?” What about the plasma gun?”

Simon twisted his head and snarled at the screaming assistant around him. He pulled out the electronic board and directly connected the ban on the surface of the isolated sink. A dazzling blue light flashed across the grid, and the grid across the surface of the sink popped up with numerous arcs.

However, those arcs fell on Vincent's body, but they did not have any attack power on it. Even after seeing Simon's move, Vinson opened his mouth silently. It stretched out its palm and pressed it on the grid.

"吱吱-"

The tiny electric flower jumped on the edge of its palm and screamed in a low voice.

Vinson looks as if he is receiving a massage.

"What is this..."

There was no trace of blood on Simon's face.

"I heard that Miss Caroline has been electrocuting it for the past time. I, I think it may have been immune to these things, and it is always easy to adapt to these things..."

Seeing this scene in front of him, Simon’s assistant stuttered and said that he seemed to cry out in the next second.

"That **** □!"

Simon couldn't help but kicked the console and made a irrational curse.

"Hey..."

From the part of Vincent's palm contact, the cracking sound of the isolated groove wall began to deepen.

Under the pressure, the hundreds of tons of artificial seawater inside the sink will soon take over the damage to the sink. Simon can already see some splashes from the small gaps. Once the artificial seawater breaks through the sink, they quickly lead to a short circuit in the isolation gate, which is the last barrier between the isolation chamber and the observation chamber.

Simon took a deep breath and he determined the time again.

It’s been fifteen seconds since he pressed the alarm, and the sink probably lasts for about thirty seconds.

This is simply crazy.

"It wants to come out, why? Is it trying to kill us? God... we will die... we will die..."

At this time, the assistant was still screaming with his hair... Simon just wanted to give him an axe.

"You shut me up!" he growled.

Far away, Simon heard the slapshot from outside the observation room.

A terrible thought hit him in an instant: the cyber riots in other labs in the lab were faster and more intense than he thought – knowing that for most of the scorpion experiments, they only took Secondary protection, they can easily break through the thin protective glass and laboratory gates in the excitement of the tidal wave.

And this can explain why "Poseidon" still did not arrive here under this alarm level, they were caught...

This chaotic scene is like a carefully planned one.

Simon jerked his head up and he looked at the direction of the tattoo. There was no electric light flashing under the palm of the pale monster, and apparently the grid had lost its effect.

The only few sporadic gaps in the past have now become the thumb-sized voids. The artificial seawater has been squeezed into a water column and sprayed straight out. The entire isolation sink has been crumbling at this level of damage. Hey, scream.

"It wants to escape... No, can't let it break through..."

Simon murmured.

He trembled like a patient with epilepsy and called up the control panel in an attempt to make some further attempts.

However, he soon discovered that there was no weapon-grade laser network in the experimental observation room... Simon simply hated the design, and he vowed that if he could survive, he would punch the idiot designer.

The plasma wall and the power grid have lost their function, and he can still use...

A sharp, unacceptable sound wave from the side of the isolation room.

"puff……"

Simon saw his timid assistant on the opposite side slamming a blood, his body swaying and rolling directly to the ground.

"Oh, damn, come again?"

More than anyone knows the horrible nature of this attack, Simon immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

Although I don't understand why it will suddenly go mad, but the madness of Vincent, who has wisdom and tortured during this time, if it really rushed out, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Simon resisted the pain in his abdomen and tore the screen of the control panel.

He put his hand in, illegally reconnected the two data lines together, and finally gave instructions - in the alarm, the gunshots, the screams of people, the roar of the guinea pigs, another sound came out .

That is a fire.

Simon connected the fire alarm handling procedures in the important data room to the isolation room. Because of the speciality of the data room, in the event of a fire, the central control system will directly evacuate all the air in the room to form a vacuum within twenty seconds. Now, this program will open in a closed isolation room.

Vinson seemed to realize the change of things very quickly, and before it was more than enough, his face showed a dignified expression.

It struggled to hit the isolation sink with its tail, and under the influence of that force, the originally isolated isolation tank was broken shortly than Simon expected.

With the impact of artificial seawater, Vincent rushed out of the transparent prison.

It began to attack the observation window, and the observation window, which is more fragile than the isolation sink, was cracked under its full force.

"Ten, Nine, Eight..."

Simon counted down nervously, and as the air became thinner, Vinson looked weaker.

The sound of its tapping on the window is getting smaller and smaller, getting smaller and smaller...

However, after twenty seconds, the vacuum in the isolation chamber eventually suppressed Vincent's power.

It looked up and seemed to be making an angry roar.

From the point of view of the mouth, the scream should be "Rand"... Of course, Simon will never know this, he will only know that after this scream, Vinson fell.

It laboriously draws oxygen from the artificial seawater that starts to make small bubbles.

Two rows of blue blood rushed out of its eyes.

Vol2

Kansas, United States

Ledger Farm (private owned)

08:34am

"So, what about Munster?"

Rogers sat sullenly on the sofa in the living room, and there was tiny dark red blood in his nostrils and ears, which had dried up. While talking, he always held a vomit bag.

Every once in a while, he could uncontrollably bury his head and vomit.

And next to him, his human friend was sitting half-squatting, lying on his knees with his little monster with a fish tail.

Munster's face is ruddy, his eyes are bright and clear, and even under the influence of his mood, even his hair is as bright as a polished silver wire. Every scale on it is like a thin piece of opal. Even in the faint light of the room, there is a thin radiance, and the skin is like a pearl powder with a lustrous luster...

Of course, its body temperature is slightly higher than normal, but from the outside, how to say it is much better than the killer who suffered from sonic and vomited and abdominal pain for a whole night.

"It shouldn't have much of a problem with its physical condition." Rand glanced down at Munster, and after the sight of the star-studded star, he quickly dismissed his gaze. "Oh, sorry, Rogers."

He added one sentence.

Munster woke up in less than ten minutes after yesterday's seemingly faint syncope.

It looks horrible, but it doesn't show any symptoms that people care about, and its eccentric faintness and fainting make Rand for his body for the rest of the time. Worried, so that after he was completely awake from the drunken state, he had no time to feel embarrassed and embarrassed because of his previous close contact with Munster.

He even forgot his own contradiction with it.

From the point of view of Rand, Munster did not have a serious problem after waking up from a coma.

In terms of appearance, everything is so perfect, just like a girl who is immersed in love (the girls always look extraordinarily radiant in that sweet time), it now looks like it is The real movable jewelry box.

"Rand said that I am his precious treasure..."

Munster explained this to his own body, and at the moment when his voice fell, Rand coughed up because of excessive embarrassment.

"Munster, can we pause this topic?"

He blocked his lower half of his face with his back and felt that his eyelashes seemed to be red.

God, I hate being drunk...

Rand mourned in his heart.

In fact, he didn't remember what he said last night. At least, if it wasn't for Munster repeated over and over again in his ear, Rand would never have imagined that he had so many challenges to his shameful bottom line. Discourse.

However, he still remembers the kiss.

Although he was dizzy under the influence of high heat and alcohol, the sweet taste that seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow remained in his heart.

This made Rand's intimacy in the face of Munster's intimacy.

To make things worse, Rogers, the unfortunate homeowner was tortured half-dead in the song of Rand and Munster, until now, still vomiting because of stomach cramps.

- This is simply a living proof that makes Rand clearly aware of what he did last night.

Those kisses, those lingering singing...

Munster fascinated as he looked at Rand, who was flushed, and giggled.

"Peach," it said.

"what?"

Rand looked puzzled at it like a fool.

"Rand, your blush looks like a peach, I want to bite you."

......

......

......

"puff--"

Rogers, who is rinsing with mineral water, spewed water from his nostrils.

"For God's sake!"

After a thrilling cough, he grabbed his hair and screamed at Rand and Munster.

"You two really want me to vomit!"

Then he grabbed the vomit bag and vomited uncontrollably.

Rand was forced to boil, and he never hoped that he would disappear from the world.

"Munster... Don't talk like this, it's too embarrassing..."

Rand stuttered to Munster, and the hair and goose bumps behind his arms and neck protested to him.

He apparently made a serious mistake, his drunken drunkenness after drunkenness, and the interaction with the ghosts in Munster, apparently giving Munster a very extreme and super-wrong understanding.

However, in the face of the glittering Munster like a puppy, the extreme expectation and joy of performance, Rand did not even have enough courage and conscience to correct its mistakes. Especially he said so much drunk...

"So, have you two done?"

Rogers looked strangely at Rand and Munster, asking for a sudden opening.

"No-" Rand was about to jump from the couch. He retorted the first time. "Please, that idea is too disgusting."

"Okay, but I think the two of you are really too horrible."

Rogers shrugged his shoulders and said.

Rand smiled bitterly at him.

"I don't think I should touch the wine again in my life. If I am not drunk, I don't have to face this terrible situation..."

Rand said that he did not notice the sudden dark eyes of Rogers.

"Maybe, but we all know that the occasional drunk is harmless. Say, do you remember what you did last night?"

Rogers looked indifferent and asked softly.

Rand blinked, and he said something uncertainly: "Hey, I don't think I remember too much... But, did I overturn your cabinet? It seems like a lot of things have come out... ..."

......

At the moment he finished this sentence, the smile on Rogers' face was deepened.

"Oh, if that's the case, I am really sorry for you..."

He muttered in a low voice.

When he looked up again, his body trembled with excitement.

Soon after, Rogers left the farm on the grounds of going to the city.

Before leaving, he carried some "tools" from his "factory" in the rear compartment. Rand stood at the window and looked at him from a distance, but he didn't care too much.

Rogers’ trip this time was much shorter than Rand’s imagination, and he returned in the afternoon.

As he rushed into the door, his face looked very dignified and his eyes shone with fear.

"Rand... There is one thing, I think you should want to know."

He said to Rand.

"I heard today that on the road outside Kansas City, they found a female body... that road is just the road from the farm to the city."

......

"boom--"

The glass in the hands of Rand fell to the ground at that moment.

Rogers did not seem to see it. He rushed over and grabbed Rand's shoulder and put his face in front of Rand.

He stared deeply at Rand's eyes and said slowly.

"Do you think that was the girl you met yesterday?"

Rand's lips twitched open and closed, but after a few minutes passed, he still couldn't say anything.

He is almost about to be killed.

"Hey, Rand, look at me... there is a way, you don't have to be so scared at this time... If you don't, I will take you to the police station. The female body has not been identified until now. We'd better go check it out first, see if the bottom is the little girl..."

Rogers lowered his voice and said softly.

Rand glared at Rogers, and after a short while, he nodded softly.

"I, I should go."

He says.

The author has something to say: I have received many blessings and mines...

I felt the warmth of the comrades in the spring and felt that they could be rescued again...

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