Mermaid Effect

When Rogers returned to his room, he immediately took off the dress.

On the collar, the small spot that was previously splashed by water showed signs of burnt black in such a short period of time, just as a few minutes ago Rogers was a welder at Rand's house.

A very light smell came out of the piece of clothing.

Rogers looked at his clothes in a blank expression and walked straight into his room.

The difference from the fancy appearance is that his room is very simple, a bed, a chair and a huge workbench. There is no carpet on the ground. Instead, it is a rough concrete floor. If you must say that there is Whatever is special, I am afraid that the treated poplar wood boards are attached to the wall, and the sponge sound-absorbing sheets are placed behind the wooden boards. In short, no matter what Rogers does in this room, the sound is probably It's hard to pass it outside.

He took the clothes to the workbench and turned on the ultraviolet light. Under the special light, the small trace flashed in addition to the dazzling fluorescence.

"Oh, things seem to be getting more and more interesting," Rogers' face suddenly opened a smile, and he turned his head to the human figure on the bed. "I don't think it's an ordinary fish. To be honest, it reminds me of that thing... What do you think? Mom?"

When he mentioned the phrase "thing thing", one hand fell on his prosthetic limb, and his fingers gently rubbed on the dw logo.

......

Rogers waited for a while, and the room was silent.

He did not wait for any response.

But after a short few seconds, he shrugged and said with a hint of tolerance in a brisk tone: "Oh, I know, I know, I will look at him well, no, Mom, how can I? Hey, I will always be your child, and there is no family in the world who is more intimate than us. I love him, just like loving you."

Then he put the shirt in a special plastic bag and put a seal on it.

He made another call.

"I will send a thing to you to check..."

He said to the person on the phone.

Behind Rogers, a glimmer of silver moonlight fell to the bed from the curtain gap that was not completely pulled. The dry hand was exposed from the white bedding, and the black skin was completely shrunk, sticking tightly to it. Roots on another human skeleton.

Rogers said that the phone came over and carefully brought the hand back to the bedding. From beginning to end, his attitude was soft and sweet, full of happiness...

Outside the door of Rogers and Rand, in the shadow of the apartment corridor, a woman was nervously taking out the smoke from her pocket and squirting it into her mouth. Her hand has some tremors. After all, she hasn’t touched the powder. She can’t buy much money from her new money, not to mention she’s still owed a lot of money to her ex-boyfriend. Unfortunately, it is the only one in Kansas that did not blacklist "square a".

"...oh, dear, don't do this, I can get the money right away, I swear... this time I can definitely make a lot of money, leave me some goods, I can go right away... Oh, you are the most I don't want to ask, all in all, I have my way..." She put out her tongue and licked her cracked lips. Her palm was full of sweat. "You won't believe it. You know the deep white Sifus... right? Wrong, I got something that would make them pay... Oh, damn-"

"Block a" listened to the busy tone on the phone, and the muscles of the face were distorted for a moment. After she pulled up her little secret, the other party apparently did not believe her as she thought.

On the contrary, after a ridiculous laugh, he even hung up her phone directly.

"Do you think I am a madman? Bastard, you will regret it!"

"Block a" almost wants to go out of the phone directly in the hand, but fortunately her sensibility has returned at the last moment, she remembers that she still has the biggest and best chips in her life in this baby's outdated mobile phone. After muttering a few words against the phone, "square a\\\" turned around...

"Oh, God!"

She was almost screamed by the man who appeared behind him in silence.

"Hey..."

The man with bright hair color extended a finger, and he stared at "square a" in a playful manner, and pointed his hand on the lips of "square a" before the other series of curses came out.

"You are not a resident here," he said, looking at "box a", the eyes that had become unremarkable because of long-term use of drugs. He said in a quirky and sweet tone, "Who are you?"

Rogers noticed the woman in the shadow almost at the moment of opening the door.

He has changed his clothes, a brand new pearl coat and a pink tight cry, he changed the color of the blush, and re-drawn the eyeliner. All in all, he is ready to share a night of TV night with Rand, but this woman is like a very discordant note, making Rogers' prelude less smooth at the beginning.

With just one look, Rogers can tell that she doesn't belong here.

It can be seen that the woman actually has dressed herself well, but the over-exposed skirt and the exaggerated and poorly-priced cheap jewelry (more intolerable is the terrible cheap perfume), all revealing her status.

One □ □, one addict, one unemployed... or all three.

From any point of view, she has no connection with the guests who should be in this apartment. After all, the rent of this apartment is not cheap (although there are some distances compared to the top apartments) .

Rogers also noticed the woman's shaved stockings and the dust on her knees. Some spider webs were still hanging on her hair - she didn't even come in from the gate, probably because of the registration? She apparently climbed into the building from the ventilation window.

Considering the sentence he had heard before—the thing that made Sifus give money—Rogers’ look to “square a” became so cold that the back of the girl’s back was involuntarily There is a layer of goose bumps.

But the regret is that although the invisible fear has been detected, "square a" does not have enough wisdom to silence her. Of course, even if she is really silent, I am afraid it is useless.

She became more nervous because of the strange tension.

"...I am here to have something I have to do, **** your ass!" She lowered her voice and quickly and nervously screamed at Rogers with a series of curses mixed with curses and threats. At the end, she Looked at Rogers's dress and sneered openly. "Damn shemale, you only need to manage your own fart. Eyes are enough!"

As her voice fell, Rogers's teeth touched gently behind the lips.

"Oh, okay," his eyebrows twitched and said briskly. He even stepped back. "Sorry."

"Block a" involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief after seeing his move, as if the invisible gun against her lower back was removed with the same ease. She rubbed her hair and arrogantly walked past Rogers as a proud hen, ready to knock on Rand's door.

Later, she only felt the pain in her back behind her neck...

Rand felt that he seemed to hear something. He put the barbecue he had to eat at night into the oven and hurried to the door to open the door.

However, no one at the door, but Rogers to the door just found a head to look at with Rand.

"Rogers? Did you have anything? I heard..."

"One of my friends came on time," Rogers smiled at him with apologetic smile. "He has something to give me, and then I have to go back to San Francisco. I will bring beer to your home later. This won't take long."

Rand nodded a little.

"Oh, say hello to your friend on my behalf."

He says.

He naturally wouldn't know that on the side of Rogers, who was softly talking to him, behind the door panel, a woman was madly licking her throat, her legs were weakly smashing on the ground, and her face had turned purple. Eyes are congested - however, the Rand’s TV set is full of noisy propaganda inherent in the game, in addition to Munster’s protests in the aquarium... the slight movements are not even Passed into his ears.

Rogers heard it, and the smile on his face did not happen even the slightest change, and in his hand, the plastic strap of Nagren’s neck was getting tighter and tighter.

When Rogers and Rand chilled and closed the door, "square a" was completely quiet.

The woman's body lay there, some of her hair blocked her face, her neck and nails were full of blood, and the eyes widened and looked at something on the ground without any anger.

Rogers slammed her on the tip of his toes and glared at his eyebrows with annoyance.

"Damn... I just bought the cream, I can't put you in the fridge..."

......

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An hour later, Rand frowned at the countdown on the TV. He opened the door and knocked on Rogers' door.

"Rogers? I think the game is about to begin. Are you sure you are coming today?"

He was a little disappointed. After all, being able to watch a game with friends has always been his little dream. It may be difficult for some people to understand. However, Rand has never been a sociable type before.

For this night he even made a barbecue burger, which is a very good food with yellow mustard and beer.

Rogers slammed the door open, and Rand smelled the smell of shower gel on his body.

"I am really sorry, I am already good... I just accidentally overturned the coffee so I had to take a shower. But you know that I have to remove makeup before taking a shower. This is really a big problem. I really don't understand why my friends are so passionate. Coffee..." He sent out a series of complaints.

Rand unconsciously saw the living room of Rogers through the gap in the door, and there was an empty coffee cup on the coffee table.

"Your friend is gone? So quiet, I haven't heard anything."

Rand and Rogers said absently.

Rogers laughed. "Oh, yes, I think he is crazy. He is almost going to be late... Oh, talk about this..."

Rogers suddenly patted his head, he rushed back to his home, and then appeared in front of Rand with a large bag of meat with a strong **** smell.

"this is?"

Rand involuntarily stepped back two steps. He glared at the things in the hands of Rogers, and the smell of the stuff gave him an inexplicable feeling of wanting to vomit.

"Deer." Rogers smiled and said, "My friend bumped into a deer while driving. I don't know what he is out of. I probably want to tease me. Of course, it may be because he wants to Back to San Francisco, I don’t know how to deal with the dead deer... Anyway, he gave me this disgusting thing."

Rand's face was pale.

"Oh, for God's sake, why are you giving me this stuff? If you don't want it, you can throw it away."

"In fact, I am preparing to do this, but I suddenly think of the little pet in your house." Rogers took the bag of meat and walked into Rand's house. "If there is chicken and beef in its recipe, I think the venison should not refuse."

"No, I think I am still..."

The game on TV has already begun, but Rand has not noticed at all. He felt anxious and racked his brains to reject Rogers, but once the latter became strong, it would become the most innocent of Rand.

Rand didn't know how to describe Rogers now—his smile is still so bright, his voice is low, but he looks like a demon who loves to swindle humans.

You know that something is wrong, but you never know how to reject it.

Rogers went to the kitchen, pulled the fork out of the drawer, inserted the **** "venison" on the fork, and he handed it to Rand.

"Just try it, maybe Munster would like it?"

Rogers lowered his voice and sneered at Rand.

Rand looked at Rogers a little.

He even has an inexplicable feeling, and it seems that he had encountered the same thing a long time ago. A strong feeling of collapse climbed into his brain, and when Rand made a clever return to God, he was already standing next to the aquarium.

He reluctantly put the piece of meat on top of the aquarium, his brows wrinkled.

"Oh, I really don't think this is good, and Munster has just eaten something, I don't think it will have an appetite..."

However, his jealousy was interrupted by Munster.

The **** little monster rushed straight up and swallowed the piece of meat in a fierce way that Rand had never seen before.

"Look, it likes this."

Rogers blinked and smiled at Rand. 2k novel reading network