Mermaid Effect

When Rand heard the word, his face muscles twitched. His lips trembled a little, and he found that he had no idea how to answer Munster's question.

The elevator door reached the bottom and the door opened. Rand pushed Munster over two corridors and finally came to a corner that could be said to be secluded. He only needed to turn another corner and then take a section, they could leave the emergency exit. Choking hospital.

However, Rand unknowingly slowed down his footsteps.

"Who told you this?"

he asks.

"TV? Oh, no, is anyone still seeing you?"

The tentacles on the top of Munster swayed slightly, and its red eyes accelerated the frequency of the flash of the eyelids in places where RAND could not see.

Out of a mood that he couldn't understand, it didn't want Rand to know that it was someone who looked at it and then said it in front of it.

The disgusting disgust and fear of the little girl made Munster faintly aware of something he had never thought of before—the humans were afraid of it.

Before that, it swept through a park in the shadows of the trees, where there were also humans with their ugly four-legged partners... some bark called lower creatures. However, whether they are adults or children, they have shown an unparalleled love for those creatures.

It turned out that it was the real "dog."

Humans are very gentle about "dogs". They are hugged with "dogs", kissing their wet noses, chasing on the grass, rolling together...

Munster has never received such treatment.

Oh, of course, Rand is always the best, he is also very gentle, but he has never played like Munster.

Munster felt a little envious of the group of fluffy animals, but after the sight touched the fluffy and soft fur, he was still full of confidence in himself. After all, the "dogs" who are too weak can have no way. It is like protecting it like Rand.

They are also far less beautiful than it is.

......

“‘Ugly and blame’ is not good... words?”

Munster looked back confusedly. It looked at Rand and repeated his questioning, even though it didn't feel it, but Rand noticed the slight uneasiness that permeated it.

"Oh, yes, this is not a very good word."

Rand couldn't help but come to Munster, and he squatted so he could talk face to face with Munster.

"The meaning of this word is... ugly..."

"ugly?"

Munster's red eyes reflected a shimmer in the shadow of the hat, and it looked shocked.

It used to learn this word on TV, but ugly?

It has bright scales, a lot of bifurcations of the tentacles, and a strong secretion capacity...

Munster's tail flapped involuntarily under the blanket, representing some of its anxious mood.

"That person... that girl... she said that I... ugly... means... ugly?"

It looked at Rand carefully and saw that it was very eager for Rand to give a negative answer.

Rand blinked and he felt very embarrassed.

But in the end he nodded to Munster.

"Yes, you can say that."

Munster's body became stiff in an instant, and for a while Rand even thought it was crying, but it turned out to be just an illusion.

Munster only showed some dejectedness... or more serious than dejected.

The scales on it seemed to have been foggy at that moment and became dim.

"Sorry, Munster, but this is not your fault..."

Rand felt a little regret, he said quickly.

"Some people may feel that there are smooth skin, beautiful eyes, good body and what is beautiful, and it is ugly to conform to their aesthetic. But this is not right, there are always various kinds in this world. Creatures, these creatures also have different physiological characteristics. It is very stupid to judge beauty and ugliness by human definition..."

Rand desperately wanted to explain, but after a series of words he only saw Munster's face as a result of a severe blow.

"Yes, but... I am... ugly... right?"

It grabbed Rand's sleeves and said with a hoarse voice.

"You just don't quite fit the human definition of aesthetics..."

Rand's words stopped in his lips, because Munster's face showed four sparkling waters.

"Oh, don't do this." He whispered and groaned, then sighed deeply, and he leaned over and hugged Munster, letting his wet, full-scale face stick. On the side of his neck, "You are very special to me, really, you are very..." Rand frowned and tried to find words.

"Smart, yes, smart."

That's right, that's it. Munster may indeed have a ugly look for humans, but at least it's smart.

Sometimes, even too smart...

"Rand also thinks that I...not good... is it?"

Munster was keenly aware of the stubbornness in Rand's discourse.

Its color is now a bleak grayish white, and Rand has never seen such a color in it.

Even its tail, which is always a little uncomfortable, seems to be dehydrated at this moment, and it is softly pulled on the pedal of the wheelchair.

Obviously, Rand had serious problems in dealing with Munster's aesthetics, and he now has no idea how to remedy it.

For Munster, who has been completely depressed, Rand subtly feels the indescribable anxiety.

He shouldn't fight Munster like this. Sometimes the world needs a good faith lie.

Rand seemed to hear a voice in his heart telling him.

However, he did not use language to make Munster feel good. In the end, the only thing he could do was to push it, like a dried squid, and the little monster in the wheelchair walked toward the exit.

The outside world is under pressure for both Munster and Rand.

Maybe back in that little apartment, he can better comfort Munster, Rand thought.

The wheels of the wheelchair made a slight rustling on the floor, and there was still a corridor. Rand and Munster were about to reach the exit.

But at this time, a thick arm slammed out and grabbed heavily on the handle of the wheelchair.

"Hey, what the **** are you doing -"

"damn you--"

Rand was almost scared by the sudden figure, and he couldn't help but swear.

But after looking up, he was unexpectedly staying in the same place.

"Rogers?"

He was shocked.

Rogers wore a pink t-shirt and a zebra-print leggings with a large fluorescent green plastic bag on his shoulders.

He is only suitable for appearing in the overnight access bar, rather than appearing in a secluded hospital emergency exit as he is now, panting in a person's wheelchair.

"Why are you here?"

Rand asked with the blush on Rogers' face and the sweat on his forehead.

"God, Rand Severus, you are still asking me what I am doing here? I have been in the hospital for three laps, just to find you!"

"Find me?"

"Yes, look for you, the only survivor in the bombing case, the younger brother of the deep white technology chief, the protagonist of the former kidnapping case... You have news everywhere on TV and on the Internet, I saw It’s a nightmare to even erect my hair. I’m so worried about death... are you not hurt?”

Rogers touched Rand up up and down, and this behavior finally made Munster, who was almost ready to go out of his soul, return to God. The latter made a sharp squeak under the brim.

It more or less revengeed Rogers' fright of Rand, because Rogers was also shocked by the voice.

He glared at the wheelchair in Rand's hand, and the folds between his brows were so crowded that he could insert a postcard into it.

"My God, this is what a ghost thing."

He stepped back and asked.

Rand looked at the left and right of the corridor, and quickly picked up Munster's hat.

......

"Well, I think Munster should still learn to keep his head down forever... No, wait, why is this kind of ghost thing here?!"

Rogers grabbed his pink wig, and even the deliberate girlish tone was forgotten while talking.

Rand showed him a weak smile.

"This is what I want to know... But the urgent task now is to get me back with him."

"From the emergency channel?" Rogers' strength in the wheelchair became bigger. "No, no, Rand, are you crazy? You can't go from there, I can assure you, there must be one outside. A bunch of paparazzi are waiting for you, and you are pushing your little monster..."

"Wait for my paparazzi? What does this mean?"

After Rand heard the "paparazzi", the face that had no **** face seemed to be more pale than before. He looked at Rogers incredulously.

"There must be something wrong here, why is it the paparazzi..."

Rand has not been harassed by similar media for a long time, even though his return to Sifus caused almost everyone's attention, but in the end it was reported by Wensen's carefully selected media.

This brother who always has some nervousness has prepared a public relations team for Rand, so Rand almost did not respond to why he became the focus of everyone after a bombing...

"Oh, Vincent..."

Rand muttered the name.

Vincent is now seriously ill, and Caroline clearly does not intend to call the group.

The strong sense of suffocation and the pain in the chest almost simultaneously attacked Rand.

The author has something to say: the next chapter has a Rand women's show... Well, it should be updated later...