Mermaid Effect

When Rand woke up, he smelled a scent of odor, which was so strong that it could be soaked into the skin. He snorted and pushed the quilt up. The strange thing was that when he was awake, the taste disappeared like an illusion.

Rand smoked his nose, and he smelled only the smell of high-grade incense—from the sheets and quilts of Egyptian cotton under him. The morning sun blew into the room from the window, and the curtains made of silk exude a ray of pearls. Compared to Rand's apartment near the subway and parking lot, this room is so quiet on this morning that people want to smile. A bird stopped at the balcony, and Rand heard the sound of its wings, but when he came to the balcony, the bird had already flown away, and Rand only picked up a long feather with a blue color. He looked out on the railing of the balcony with his hands, and across the road he happily saw a beautiful green field and woods. The sky is incredible, cloudless, and the blue sky is like a huge blue gem that hangs over Rand's head without any embarrassment. Under such a sky, it seems that no haze in the world exists.

Rand breathed the dry air and he started to like it a bit.

There was a ringtone in the room, and Rand rushed back to the room, and it took him some time to find the phone.

"Hey, Rand, are you satisfied with the apartment I prepared for you?"

A gentle voice rang in the microphone.

Almost at the same time he heard the voice, Rand felt that he smiled.

"Oh," he sat down on the couch casually and relaxed. "I should have thought of you, Caroline. Everything is so perfect."

Caroline giggled on the phone, even though it was just through the voice, Rand seemed to be able to see her happy smile.

Caroline is only one year older than Rand. If Rand’s memory does not disappear, he will remember how many years ago, Vinson and Caroline went hunting together in the fall. She is a frequent visitor to the Sifus family, a pleasant neighbor and a favorite sister of Rand.

And now, she is Wenson's private secretary.

Without her, Rand felt that his relationship with Vincent might be worse than it is now. What Caroline said next more confirmed his thoughts.

"...In fact, Vinson was furious with me. He tried to buy a high-class villa with three swimming pools for you, with two Lamborghini. When I told him that you would never like it, he tried to buy it again. The most luxurious hotel in the city center. So I told him, give up, let me come. I stayed in the apartment where you live now when I was in college, I know it is great."

Rand gave a grateful sigh: "Yes, it's really great, Caroline... Thank you."

He sincerely thanked her.

Even though Caroline said nothing, but with the experience of Rand and Vinson, it is definitely not an easy task to convince Vincent.

Caroline broke out again with a burst of laughter, and her laughter was as full of charm as her own.

"Well, Rand, I am really happy that you like that apartment. In fact, I am trying to make Vinson a little..."

"Slightly normal." Rand took her words.

Caroline lowered her voice.

"Hey, don't let Vinson hear this sentence... Ok, I just called to tell you, you can go to the deputy editor's office a little later, and the ergonomic office chair that Vinson has customized for you. In the factory in Switzerland - sorry, I really can't replace the chair instead of you."

"I know."

Rand said that he felt relieved.

Only God knows how unwilling he is to go to a completely strange place to accept other people's attention, whispering or something else.

Then he had a pleasant conversation with Caroline.

When he was about to hang up, Rand hesitated a little. Caroline soon felt: "What happened?"

After a few seconds of silence, Rand couldn’t help but ask: "So... Is there any problem with Vincent? No, Caroline, don't tell me that everything is fine, I know what must have happened. Otherwise, the person who called me should be him."

Rand knew Vincent's paranoia clearly, so when he found out that he was calling Caroline, everything was wrong.

Caroline’s voice went down.

"Oh... I'm not sure if I should tell you. But... well, I think you already know the chemical material leak in the blue moon bay. In fact, the ship is ours, and the Ocean Bureau The people are desperately looking for our troubles. But don't worry, Rand, you know that Vinson's best thing is to solve the problem, I believe that you will continue to receive Vincent's mental harassment in a few days."

Rand couldn't help but laugh.

There is no doubt that Rand was a little more relaxed after hearing that Vincent was just busy with the leak of raw materials.

In addition, he felt that he was more or less able to understand Vincent's nervousness on water pollution.

After hanging up the phone, he came to the kitchen to get some food for himself. According to Caroline, everything was ready, including his favorite "good" breakfast cereal.

However, after Rand opened the cabinet, he did not find the box of cereal. He vaguely remembered that he might have brought out a box of things yesterday, but...

Rand frowned at the messy jars and boxes on the cooking table, dried sage, salad dressing, and canned tomatoes.

No cereal.

Rand shrugged his shoulders and quickly put the matter aside. The celibacy of the past ten years has made him as sloppy and rough as all single straight men. He only has a very vague doubt, and this doubt is also quick after he found some moderately roasted Colombian coffee beans. forgotten.

Rand made coffee for himself and turned to look at another creature in the room.

The wound of the fish has been completely covered by the white film. It looks very good. The water splashed when the circle turns wet the table.

Perhaps it is an illusion? Rand felt that it seemed to be bigger than it was when I saw it yesterday.

"Hey, you look good."

He took a sip of coffee and joked on the edge of the salad pot, and he remembered that he had never fed the fish since the capture.

Rand was not sure what the fish should eat - he tried to put some sugar-free cereal on the water (he hated it), but the fish did not react at all. So Rand took some fried chicken **** out of his breakfast.

At the moment he was about to put the white shredded pork in the salad pot, the fish suddenly bounced and opened his mouth and bit the chicken breast.

"嗷-"

Rand jerked his hand back and he was scared.

If it wasn't fast enough, the fish would almost bite his finger.

After the pork was swallowed, the fish returned to calm. It continued to slowly circle in the salad pot, but the two circles on it seemed to be more vivid. Through the refraction of the water, Rand There is a kind of fish that is looking at him with its strange eyes under the water.

Hell, he actually got back a carnivorous fish.

Just as Rand thought so, he saw the fish float and swallowed the cereal he had previously placed in the water.

Rand vowed that he never knew what fish was like this fish, meat, and cereal.

Rand tried to get some chicken **** again, but this time he didn't dare to hold the shredded meat with his hands. He used a fork.

Just like before, the fish bounced off the surface of the water with a fierce and unimaginable fierceness. So Rand knew that the fish had a hard tooth in his mouth (although it was completely different from what he had observed before), and he heard the sound of the crisp, hard bones colliding with stainless steel. However, he did not find a clear cut on his fork.

Please forgive his carelessness, because when he was interested in studying this weird fish, his doorbell remembered with an annoying frequency.

"叮咚-叮咚-叮咚-"

The person who rings the doorbell must be an acute child. He didn't even press the button of the doorbell until the previous tone dissipated. Rand only heard a series of harsh sounds.

He opened the door and saw the irritating guy.

A tall man with strawberry-colored hair.

Rand had been stunned for a while, and there was no way to get his tongue back.

He stared at each other with a stunned look.

Nothing wrong, the strawberry-colored head... the extremely glamorous, red-like eye-catching red strawberry.

Rand couldn't believe that someone in the world would actually dye his hair in this color.

"Strawberry hair" seems to be completely unintentional to Rand, perhaps because of getting used to it? He squinted at Rand and then handed the plate to Rand with a smile.

"I noticed that someone moved in yesterday. It’s great. I finally have a neighbor. This is my baked biscuit. It has many flavors, chocolate, vanilla, and a great strawberry flavor. I hope you will like it. Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Rogers who lives opposite you."

He said quickly, after reading his name, he extended his tongue and rubbed his lips. Rand had to see the pink lipstick on his lips again. Oh, yes, he also painted eyebrows and eyelashes, and some silver glitter sparkled under the man's eye socket.

Rogers's skin was wheat-colored, and a very tight-fitting cherry powder short-sleeved t-shirt was hard to put on him. When he handed the plate filled with rabbit-shaped biscuits to Rand, the developed muscles on his arms were painted. The oil shines in the sun.

He gave Rand an impulse to retreat. He was a creature that Rand had completely touched before.

Rand was not sure what attitude he should use to face Rogers, but he took the cookies reflexively and then showed him a sly smile.

"Ah, that... I am Rand, Rand Severus, thank you, this color is very cute... I mean the cookies are cute."

Rogers grinned like a girl.

"Oh, Sifus? I like this last name."

He showed his left hand to Rand, until this time Rand discovered that his left hand was not right. It was a prosthetic, covered with a simulated skin made of silicone, and then Rand saw a double-headed mermaid logo on the elbow of the hand, underneath the word dw.

This is a product of Deep White Biotechnology.

Rand's eyes widened, and Rogers had already spoken before he organized the language: "Is this stuff great? Isn't it yet? But I haven't listed it yet, but I've found a way to volunteer. With it, the weightlifting has become Beautiful. Wensen Sifus, I praise him."

When he mentioned Vinson, he habitually gave Rand a bunny-like wink, so that Rand closed his mouth.

Maybe don't divulge Vinson as his brother to Rogers. Rand instinctively thinks - but even then, it doesn't prevent Rand from dividing Rogers into the category of "good guys", even the latter. In some sense, it is somewhat unacceptable.

Rogers left after ten minutes, and when he left, Rand knew everything around him: there was a good restaurant, the coffee at the corner of the coffee shop was a shit, but the milkshake was great, the apartment’s shared washing machine It is best not to use because someone has sprinkled urine inside...

Anyway, he is indeed an enthusiast. And the biscuits he made were really delicious.

Rand returned to the kitchen and ate coffee to finish the biscuit.

On the other hand, when Rogers returned to the room, he received a call.

"You shouldn't tell Rand that thing."

Caroline blamed.

Unlike the happy and happy woman in Rand's impression, she was harsh and cold in front of Rogers.

"I have my own size." Rogers was in the kitchen, he held his head and held the phone, his hands kept kneading the dough. The dough exudes the smell of butter, sugar and vanilla, and on the side of the chopping board, the molds of the deer and the stars are piled up at random. In the oven behind Rogers, Strawberry Schiffer is expanding under the heat of baking.

"Let him see the deep white sign will make his vigilance lower... Believe me, I know better than you how to approach a person." Rogers thinned the dough, flattened and began to pick the mold, he gave up the stars And the deer, and finally picked up a q version of the **** mold.

"I warn you, you can never let him discover..."

"Hey, calm down, baby, really should worry that the person exposed is definitely not me, I have experience."

"Your previous experience was just killing people instead of protecting one..."

"My previous experience allowed me to break through the protection. I have never touched the gang leader of the outside world for 30 years and gained his trust. I finally killed him. By the way, I finally got all his possessions until now. The gang of people still waited for me to go back to the position of the leader," Rogers placed a smashed biscuit embryo on a baking sheet of oiled paper. In the process, he also took time to go to the mirror and made up a little makeup. "Carolyn, I will help you look at your little baby, rest assured."

......

After a moment, Caroline quietly put down the phone.

She looked at the notebook at hand and sorted the message that Rogers had given her into a form: Rand’s action in the room, Rand’s sleep, Rand’s getting up... Of course, they were not in the blue. De's room was equipped with a monitor, which was guaranteed by Vincent to Rand. However, Vinson still thought of other ways. He let another person, the world's top killer "spider", live next door to Rand. The "spider" can provide information to Vincent through the observation of Rand (the sound in the room, the usual contact), and he is exceptionally good at this.

Rogers is a pseudonym provided by "Spiders." Both Vincent and Caroline know this. "Spider" has just finished a big case, as he said, killing the "Viper", the leader of a criminal gang that almost dominates the entire North American drug market. . He wants to take a vacation and earn a little "money pocket money"

From any point of view, "spider" is a dangerous person, but Caroline has no other choice, which is a special period.

Thinking of this, she sighed helplessly.

When she opened the powder and powdered, she saw two thin wrinkles in her mouth - these were all grown in these two days.

Carolyn’s mood became even worse. She stood up, picked up the memo and walked into Vincent’s office, putting things in front of Vinson.

"Everything is normal, Vincent."

she says.

"You look unhappy." Vinson's chair turned from behind a huge steel desk, his **** eyes looking at Caroline, pale like a living zombie crawling out of the coffin.

Caroline opened his hand at him.

"To be honest, I feel that my mood is very complicated now," she said in front of Vinson. "At least you have tried to adjust your own desire for control of Rand. Without a monitor? God is a terrible improvement. I can hardly believe that you can really do this."

Vinson evoked a corner of his mouth. He spread a memo and eagerly looked at the rand's every move.

Caroline licked her own eyebrows and continued to talk tiredly.

"But, ‘spider’?”

"I swear to Rand that there is no monitor, no tracking... I can only send someone to look at him from the side and protect him. And ‘Spider’ is the best candidate.”

Vinson said.

"But he is a killer, a killer!"

Caroline involuntarily increased her voice.

"There was a miniature bomb in his prosthetic." Vinson raised his eyes and looked at Caroline. "As long as I want, I can kill him at any time, and he will learn to obey."

Caroline sat back in the chair as if she had taken all her strength. She felt that the wrinkles on her face had become more than before.

"I really think it's impossible to get you back on track. When can you become more normal?" Caroline's heart was full of frustration.

She was not the first to come into contact with Vincent's dark side, and even many times she was an accomplice. However, she still inevitably wants Vinson to return to normal - she still remembers how fascinating Vinson was when Rand was not missing.

And now, everything is a mess.

At the very least, let Rand stay away from these **** things...

Carolyn’s thought flashed through the thoughts, and it began to sprout like a seed, rooting and becoming firm. 2k novel reading network