What Wenser said made Lance's hair stand on end.
He remembered very clearly that since the cruise company was celebrating its 50th anniversary, they, the "lucky ones" who had been selected on the Queen Mary cruise ship, were promoted again and again.
Apart from them, there will still be some rich people on board the Queen Mary, but these rich people are only rich. Looking at the whole ship, the real "names and surnames" (the ones that can be advertised in a certain weekly magazine) ) rich or famous people, there should be none.
However, looking at it from another perspective, Lance believes that this kind of thinking may be a conspiracy theory.
Why bother? Why do cruise lines pay so much
If everyone on their ship is dead, what are they called "lucky ones"? This is undoubtedly the biggest blow to the company's goodwill.
Rich people who don't have "names and surnames" are also easy to understand, because their cruise is equivalent to a "special offer class". If the real rich people board this cruise, they feel that the price is dropped.
Lance shook his head, trying to get rid of the conspiracy theory:
"No, no, I must be thinking too much."
To calm down for a while, Lance looked at the diary in his hand again.
The colleague who wrote this diary, as Lance said before, is sensitive and suspicious, and loves to be sad.
Moreover, he is also a supporter of government conspiracy theories.
Therefore, the whole diary is full of gods and spirits.
For example, it was mentioned several times in the diary that he believed that the end of the world had arrived and that the government was conducting some shady experiments without telling the masses.
An example is news one two three.
Lance was speechless, and flipped through the first few pages casually.
And flipping through, finally came to write about the boarding of a group of people from their company, and then...
Lance slammed the diary shut.
"What's wrong?"
Wenser took out all the things in the suitcase and put them aside to wait for the sea breeze to dry. When he heard a strange noise, he turned around and saw Lance sitting there with a dull expression, feeling strange.
He leaned in front of Lance, looked at Lance, and then at the diary in Lance's hand.
Lance smiled sarcastically:
"nothing."
While talking, he secretly wanted to hide the diary behind his back.
A few seconds later, Winsor started grabbing the diary from Lance.
"what are you doing?"
Lance woke up suddenly, and he hurriedly pulled the diary.
Wenser didn't snatch it, but was snatched back by Lance.
He tilted his head and said, "What's written in it?"
"No, nothing."
Lance's face became hot, and he said fiercely, "You can't read."
"Who said I couldn't read?"
Wenser sneered, "Also, do you still remember what you said in the coral bone?"
Winsor began to liquidate Lance:
"I taught you to hunt, I taught you to swim, and I helped you drag your suitcase. And now I just want to see the diary in your hand, and you don't allow it?"
As he spoke, his tone was a little aggrieved.
Lance: "..."
He especially wants to ask now, is this Wenser really like him, turned into a human being
"I'm not a human, let alone a mermaid that a human turned into."
In Lance's speechless expression, Wenser explained something as if he had tapped telepathy, then took the diary from Lance's hand and read it.
A few minutes later, Wenser's face turned black visibly to the naked eye.
Lance coughed lightly, trying to explain:
"Then what, people are already dead, forget it."
Wenser sneered, more and more convinced that there was something indescribable in this diary, and read it carefully—
[I think my roommate is very cute.]
[So cute, they are all boys.]
[I think…]
At this time, Wenser's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. The words "I think" are just at the end of this page, and you have to turn the page if you want to read it.
But if you think about it, you know that there will be absolutely no good words written on the next page.
For example, think of "the sun."
Winsor pressed the page, and asked Lance very calmly on the surface:
"Do you know that he has something wrong with you?"
Lance ran his fingers through his hair, faltering:
"I think his mind is okay and can be accepted."
Winsor's calmness finally couldn't hold back anymore, he bared his teeth, and pointed at Lance:
"Is this a good idea?!"
"what?"
Lance tilted his head, confused.
Winsor suppressed his anger, he snorted, and turned to the next page, trying to make Lance have nothing to say—
[Be his father.]
So it says at the beginning of the next page.
Judging from the context, the combination is [I want to be his father].
Winsor: "..."
The relationship between human beings is really wonderful.
Why do you always want a father-son relationship
"Why are you so angry?"
Lance leaned over and asked,
"Do you want to be my dad too?"
It is true that this kind of joke is often played among men, but will it be the same between mermaids
"No, I don't want to."
Winsor's anger was like a balloon that had been poked by a needle and blew out.
Holding his face in his hands, Lance began to recall, still complaining:
"Really, it seems that being too young is not a good thing. I want to find a girlfriend, but they don't want me to be their boyfriend."
The reason is that Lance is too young to be their younger brother.
After being rejected several times, Lance had to put his restless heart aside and focus on his career.
At that time, Lance naively thought that after he had a career, he would have a girlfriend.
And now, I've become a mermaid, I don't really have a girlfriend yet, but a "mermaid" friend, um.
Thinking of this, Lance sighed:
"I really want to fall in love."
I don't know what the taste of falling in love is.
Winsor: "..."
He suddenly wanted to do this little stupid fish directly.
After such an oolong incident, Wenser lost interest. He returned the diary to Lance, and then lay down beside Lance, leaving it alone.
Lance shrugged, took the diary, and continued reading.
And looking at it, Lance couldn't help but raise the fish's tail.
He really didn't know that his former roommate had such complicated emotions for him.
As for the owner of this diary, let's become colleague a for now.
This colleague A kept saying that he wanted to be his "father", but then subtly expressed a little bit of admiration.
Because colleague A's personality is introverted and different from ordinary people, so the words he writes become more abnormal and weird as he gets to the back of the diary.
In the diary, the words written by colleague a are no longer simply expressing his own thoughts, but are all about observing Lance.
His focus has become to record every word and deed of Lance.
Kind of like a stalker.
Lance looked at the back and felt a little heartbroken.
Because colleague a even wrote how many times he took a shower a day.
But Lance also knew from the description in the diary that the few days he was on the ship were normal, or in other words, he didn't find anything out of his mind.
And turning another page, the contents inside made Lance's face turn pale:
[I found out that someone came to our room at night.]
[I suspect that they injected us with something while we were sleeping.]
[My colleagues don't believe me, and neither does Lance, but I was definitely injected with something.]
Seeing this, Lance recalled that after he boarded the ship, he did sleep very deeply every night.
At first, he thought it was because he had too much fun during the day and was too tired at night, so he didn't wake up. If what colleague a said is true, then...
Lance couldn't help curling his tail, he subconsciously entangled Wenser's tail.
"What's wrong?"
Wenser opened his eyes and asked.
After reading the last few words, Lance put the diary aside, looked at his fish tail sadly, and asked:
"I don't think this tail is mine."
If he was specially guided to become a mermaid later, would this tail be his
Wenser let out a "puchi" laugh, he wrapped Lance's tail tighter, and rubbed Lance with his fish tail, his behavior was ambiguous, and at the same time revealed a little domineering:
"Now, does it feel like the fish tail is your own?"
After being rubbed by Wenser, Lance's eyes widened.
After he felt that the delicate scales were about to be rubbed away, he quickly covered his fish tail, and then covered Wenser's face with a webbed claw:
"rogue!"
Not to mention whether the tail of the fish belonged to him or not.
Wenser froze for a moment, he stretched out his hand, and took off the webbed claws covering his face, then, he gently rubbed his cheek against Lance's webbed claws, showing an almost flirtatious smile:
"That's because I like you~~"
In this situation, Lance can only think of one word—
"Beauty misleads people".
Lance couldn't help but raise the fish's tail, and the part under the delicate scale suddenly felt abnormally hot.
It's so numb and numb, even the waist is a little soft.
It seems... that scale opened up a little on its own initiative.
He has always known that Wenser is very good-looking, but he didn't know that one day he would...
Lance turned his head hastily, and then pressed there with his cold webbed claws, hoping to reduce the unusual heat with the heat from the webbed claws.
But his fish tail accidentally revealed the meaning of the master——
The white fish tail twisted around the black fish tail next to it again and again.
Wenser didn't speak. When Lance turned his head away from him, he smiled and looked at the fish tails that were almost twisted between the two mermaids.
"You should be called 'Siren'."
Lance muttered.
At that moment, Lance truly realized that the mermaid in the sea really has enough capital to seduce a traveler, and he is willing to jump into the sea from the boat.
Winsor is the authentic, demagogic "siren" that exists in legends.
In order to prevent himself from being fascinated by the "Siren" and open the scales by himself, Lance decided to go alone to calm down, so he said to Winsor very seriously:
"I'm going to see if the camera is ready."
Then, without waiting for Wenser to say anything, he quickly turned around and prepared to crawl to the other side to get the camera.
However, the result was predictable. Because the tails of the two mermaids were still entangled, Lance only managed to move his upper body. Then, due to inertia, his whole body "thumped" and fell face-on on the beach.
Lance: "..."
his nose.
"Ah."
And Wenser let out a chuckle, he turned his body sideways, supported his head with one hand, watched Lance get up leisurely, and then reminded him,
"Your tail is here with me."
Lance turned his head and wiped the sand off his face. He was a little aggrieved, always feeling that he was deliberately revenged by Wenser.
He glared at Winsor, then tried to pull his tail back.
... didn't take it back.
Wenser didn't know what was going on, and suddenly started to fight against Lance.
Lance tried to move his fish tail, trying to get it back from the twisted position;
However, as soon as he made a move, Winsor's fish tail immediately entangled.
After a few times, Lance found himself getting closer to Winsor and farther away from the camera.
"what are you doing?"
After being hugged by Wenser at the waist, Lance angrily hit the black tail wrapped around himself with a "slap", and asked angrily.
Wenser pinched Lance's open ear fins affectionately, and asked quietly:
"When you were with your roommate, did you sleep with him?"
Lance was silent for two seconds, contemptuously:
"Of course not. I was still human at that time, and he was also human."
After he became a mermaid, he would be ashamed to sleep with Wen Se every day, and even slept together.
If Winsor is human, that's another story.
Lance said he would never sleep with a man.
This answer is a bit nonsensical. Rao Wenser, it took him a long time to understand Lance's train of thought.
Winsor began to think seriously about a question.
Does that mean that if he becomes a human being, he can't hug the little fish, or even sleep with the little fish
"Why don't you let me go?"
Lance felt that if this continued, something bad would happen.
If the two tails rubbed against each other, his scale would really open. He didn't want to do this, and his face flushed with anxiety.
Wenser felt the body temperature of the little fish in his arms rising, and he knew that Lance would give him a bite if he kept teasing him, so he let Lance go.
As soon as Lance was free, he immediately slid to the side and quickly avoided his embrace.
After leaving Wenser, Lance couldn't help taking a few deep breaths beside him, but he still felt so hot, so he swam back into the sea again and looked at Wenser from a distance with an unhappy expression.
Wenser and Lance looked at each other, and he raised an eyebrow.
Looking at it like this, Lance will have to soak for a while, and he won't be able to hold the camera.
Therefore, Wen Se simply crawled to the edge of the stone slab and picked up the camera.
In the sea, Lance looked at Wenser, and his eyes never moved away.
Under the sun's rays, the temperature of the sea water is not very low, but after all, it is lower than Lance's body temperature, which can barely play a role in cooling down.
This is a bit abnormal.
Lance was soaking in the sea water, and his body temperature hadn't dropped yet. The whole mermaid seemed to have a fever, but it wasn't a fever.
He is full of energy now, his heart is beating extremely fast, he even has the urge to sing and jump.
I even have the urge to touch the scales with my hands.
But these strange physiological impulses were finally suppressed by reason.
Lance tried to think about other things, tried to find other things to divert his attention.
The sun is very strong, the coconut trees are very tall, and there are a few coconuts that fell on the ground over there...
Lance showed his head on the sea, and suddenly sniffed the air.
There is a scent in the air, looming.
Lance didn't know whether to call it a scent, because the smell came and went, not like a natural floral scent, nor like a human perfume.
Smell it carefully, as if it still has a little warmth.
That smell is very familiar.
Cold, yet gentle.
Slightly faint, a bit like the smell of the sea.
Lance silently sank half of his head into the water, blinking his eyes suspiciously.
Did that scent come from Wenser
Why did he suddenly smell this