Mermaid Effect

Kansas, United States

Highway 54

Jim Brothers Repair Station [deprecated]

This is a night that is not so pleasant.

Not only because of the explosion that occurred in the city during the day, but also because of the sudden rain that occurred this night.

The raindrops rushed down from the dark night sky with the gust of wind, like an invisible behemoth on the sky is opening its own chin to drip its saliva. Highway 54 is close to a semi-abandoned state, and few cars are willing to squat in this pit. The old road built in the 1980s is on the road. The municipality also did not care much about the drainage around the road. This heavy rain quickly led to the accumulation of water on the roadbed.

And on such a night, even those waters are black, and the blackness is like a river flowing from hell.

The "Jim Brothers Repair Station"'s ragged sign hangs between two rusted railings. What makes people feel uncomfortable is that on the broken signboard, a new line of lights is shining brightly in the thick rain screen. Vulgar yellow-green light.

A second-hand Nissan Toyota car swayed past the pitted road in front of the pit and finally stopped under the signboard.

The door was opened, and a man’s shoes were heavily stepped on the water. It was a pair of good shoes, but it had to be broken into two pieces. Perhaps it was because of this that even though the entire instep was not in the water, the owner of the shoes did not make any noise.

Step by step, he pulled the sole out of the mud and then went heavily to the place where the light was shining.

The wind blew the crumbling house, and between the iron and the iron, the sound of the teeth was often heard by the wind. Around the house, the shade swayed up and down like a ghost.

He walked down the corridor to the back of the pit and then pushed the door open.

Inside the pit is a misty air with odor of cannabis alcohol and urine.

The air here is as warm as hot milk compared to the cold, damp temperatures outside.

However, at the moment when the man walked into the air, the noise and music in the air stopped abruptly, leaving only the sound of the man's body dripping on the dry ground.

"Hey, Mick? How is it all right?"

In the room, a man with a beard put a beer in his hand after a short silence and staggered to the man. His body is thin and terrible, and he limps while walking.

Mick Brewster opened his own raincoat and he pushed his man into the ground.

"How am I? Mom, how dare you ask me?"

Mick threw the raincoat on the ground and snarled at them with anger.

"You told me that it was just a dead mouse! But the **** thing turned out to be a bomb! Bomb! God, I actually blown up a whole building!"

His face was not a trace of blood, and the muscles were trembling with twists and turns.

......

"Oh, if you don't tell you that it's a dead mouse, don't you dare to send it in, Mick." Another person in the room stood up. It was an old man with gray hair and a full body. The imitation version of the grease, his mouth sagged inside, like smiling forever.

"We are also for you, we must know that if it is not our deception, you will never have the courage to launch a real revenge against that person."

The old man said.

On the dusty wall behind him, a huge banner hung.

That is the word "Xia Qiu" written in quirky Chinese.

The people who sold them banners told them that this is the meaning of "revenge" in Japanese, and in the middle of the banner, the photo of Rand Sifus was printed, smeared with red paint, fixed by a dagger. There.

This is a club organized by the victims of the "Lilith" case.

Sixteen years ago, Lena Meckinson made dozens of shocking bloodshed cases while kidnapping Rand Severus. These cases involve not only the deceased, but also countless names related to the deceased. People... family, friends, lovers...

Time has smoothed many people's wounds, but there are also some people who are still immersed in that great pain.

Mick Brewster is one of them.

A few years ago, he was absorbed into the organization called "vengeance." Some of them have lost their daughters, some have lost their lover who is about to marry, and some have just had a psychological shadow because of the bloody... but they all have one thing in common, that is, they are firmly It is believed that Rand Sifus should pay the price for the **** case of the year.

They tried to get some videotapes before the victims were killed, and the headless face looked at the terrible child of the abuse, Rand Sifus, the only party still alive, his " Cold blood and numbness completely angered this group of people.

Year after year, day after day, they gathered in this small repair shop to think about and discuss how to make Rand Sifus pay the price.

However, most of the time they were in vain, and sometimes they didn't even know where he was – until recently, Mick Brewster saw Rand in a pet shelter.

They discussed a lot of plans, very much, and finally Mick was told by them (after all, he was the most seriously injured, a real victim), his companions managed to convince him to send a dead mouse Intimidation at the workplace of Rand Sifus.

However, Mick did not know that the dead mouse was eventually replaced by a bomb by his companions.

"Rand Sifus is not dead at all!"

Mick collapsed and yelled at the crowd.

"How can you do this to me? Now everyone thinks it is a terrorist attack, they will find me..."

His companions were not as worried as he thought.

"Hey, don't worry so much, man, if you do enough camouflage, no one will notice you."

Someone calmly calmed him, and there was no sincerity in his tone.

Mick shuddered at the crowd in front of him, his head began to violently pain, and an almost blasting emotion swelled in his chest.

"You bastards, you have already planned it - ah ah ah ah ah

He screamed and rushed toward the crowd, but the next second was kicked into the stomach and then rolled directly to the door.

"If you really killed Rand Severus, we might still be able to pay a little respect to you, but Mick, you can't do anything with his mother, we even gave you a bomb but you still put everything I messed up, this time you actually ran over and sent us a temper?"

The old man sneered at him with his slanted lips.

"You might as well eat it!"

He says.

Mick curled up in a group because of the pain. His tears and nose flowed out and began to cry.

"You destroyed everything about me, you destroyed everything about me..."

He repeated this sentence mechanically.

Until another sound interrupted him softly.

"Ah, yes, sometimes your life will be messed up by some garbage."

Mick’s body stiffened. He slowly turned his head back and saw a pair of high heels, a pair of python-like leggings, a tall, smiling man with a strawberry-colored hair.

"Oh--"

On the other side, someone pushed the table open and stood up vigilantly.

"You, who are you?"

They don't even know when this strange young demon started standing in the corner.

"Hey, who am I, it's hard to say, look, I am actually working... solving the troubles of your life, probably."

Rogers pulled out a mint and smoked it.

His pants were caught.

Mick looked at him with tears in his face and said, "Do you have a way to get rid of them? I, I can pay for it..."

As a survivor of the tragedy, Mickby's other people on the scene felt the danger of being emanating from Rogers, but he obviously misunderstood what Rogers had said before.

He thinks that Rogers may be a killer.

Oh, yes, Rogers is indeed a killer.

So the next second, Rogers showed him a kind smile, then he lifted his foot and stepped hard toward Mick's head.

Along with a wet puncture, Mick’s throat squeezed a short, rush of air. His humerus fractured, and a lot of blood rushed out of the eyelids and nostrils.

When Rogers lifted his foot and pulled out the sharp high heels, there was a big hole in the corner of Mick's temple, and blood was pouring out.

This unlucky man soon died.

"Go, God..."

For the sudden death, the rest of the room showed a panic.

They are all backwards, their faces are full of fear... and confused.

Obviously, they don’t understand what is going on here.

Rogers couldn’t help but sigh because of this stupidity.

He bounced off the menthol in his mouth and brought himself a black special glove, and a thin, transparent thread was pulled out of his wrist.

"Let's just say," he blinked at the crowd. "I need to solve some problems for my friends, um, media problems, so I need a bigger news... you said, one How about the multi-person killing of the corpse in the suburbs? I really like this idea."

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