Vol1
Simon never imagined that he would one day encounter a spiritual surge among the real Siren population.
Of course, psychic surge is his own name for this unique spiritual phenomenon in the Siren population, since it bears some resemblance to surges in nature.
In nature, when the tide water from the outer sea enters the estuary, it will form huge tidal waves under the action of the superposition of the waves, and the power is amazing. In the Siren population, there is a unique spiritual connection, a strong enough Siren can use his own mental waves to affect his own tribe, from one to another... And the Siren it affects The transmission of spiritual waves will be superimposed on each other, just like a real tide, and finally this spiritual wave will form an extremely grand and immeasurable huge energy.
No matter how far apart these sirens are... all creatures with siren genes will resonate with each other, their spiritual worlds will be linked together to form a whole, and their bodies will burst out infinitely more powerful than normal. double the power...
They will become human nightmares and disasters.
Before this night, this phenomenon had been a data speculation on paper, and almost no one believed that this phenomenon beyond human imagination would actually appear in reality.
But, it just happened.
What's even more incredible is that the main body of this spiritual surge turned out to be the ex-human who was contaminated by mermaid cells, Vincent Sivers.
This is something that should never happen in even the most absurd dream.
Simon gasped heavily, staring at Vincent on the other side of the isolation window, fine cold sweat oozing from his forehead and back. A drop of sweat dripped down his eyelashes into his eyes, causing a slight sting, but Simon found himself afraid to even blink.
Because the terrifying creature was watching him.
Vincent Sivers still looks very different from a human now.
He has grown an extremely sturdy fish tail, with molted lower limbs sticking out on both sides of the tail, elongated toes, and huge fan-shaped flippers in the middle. It has long and flexible tentacles on its forehead and inside its mouth, blood-red eyes, and mature eyes on both sides of its cheekbones. Judging from the flexibility of his "hair", the siren's unique hair-like shape The tentacles are also fully developed.
All in all, except for its smaller size, it now looks almost exactly like a real siren.
It's hard to imagine that not so long ago, he was even just an experimental biological waste that should be destroyed.
Oh, of course, if it was just appearance, Simon would never be as nervous as he is now, and what really made him feel hairy was something else - the expression on Vincent's face.
It stared indifferently at Simon through the thick composite transparent material of the window.
Simon has seen real Sirens and countless Siren-derived experimental subjects. They usually have simpler eyes, and their emotions and souls are so simple and easy to understand, with the ignorance and chaos of a beast.
However, the current Vincent's eyes are not like that. His eyes are full of scrutiny and deep contemplation. It seems so full of wisdom, but there is no positive human emotion in it at all.
"Where the hell are those fucking 'Poseidons'?! Where's the plasma guns?"
Simon turned his head and roared at the assistant who was shivering like a quail beside him. He pulled out the electronic board and directly connected the prohibition measures that isolated the surface of the sink. A dazzling blue light flashed, and countless arcs popped out of the grid spread across the surface of the isolation tank.
However, those arcs fell on Vincent's body, as if they had no attack power on it. Even after seeing Simon's move, Vincent grinned silently. It stretched out its palm and pressed it against the grid.
"Squeak-"
The tiny electric flower jumped on the edge of its palm, screaming softly.
Vincent looked as comfortable as if he was getting a massage.
"What is this..."
There was not a trace of blood on Simon's face.
"I've heard that Miss Caroline has been shocking it for the past period of time, and I, I think it may have developed immunity to these things, sirens are always easy to adapt to..."
Seeing the scene in front of him, Simon's assistant stammered, and he looked like he was about to cry in the next second.
"That damn bitch!"
Simon couldn't help but kicked the console violently and uttered irrational curses.
"Crack..."
From the part where Vincent's palm touched, the crisp cracking sound of the isolation groove wall began to deepen.
Under the action of pressure, hundreds of tons of artificial seawater inside the tank will soon take over the damage to the tank, and Simon can already see some splashes of water splashing out from the small gap. And once the artificial seawater burst through the tank, they quickly shorted the circuit of the isolation door, the final barrier between the isolation room and the observation room.
Simon took a deep breath, and he set the time again.
Fifteen seconds had passed since he pressed the alarm, and the sink would probably hold on for… about thirty seconds.
It just drives me crazy.
"It wants to come out, why? Is it trying to kill us? God... we're going to die... we're going to die..."
At this time, the assistant was still grabbing his hair and screaming... Simon almost wanted to give him an axe.
"Shut up!" he growled.
In the distance, Simon heard the dim gunshots coming from outside the observation room door.
A terrifying thought hit him in an instant: the riots of the siren subjects in Shenbai's other labs were faster and more intense than he thought - you know, for most siren subjects, they only took two High-level protection, they can easily break through those thin protective glass and laboratory doors under the high state of mental surge.
And this can also explain why the "Poseidons" still did not arrive here at this level of alert, they were stumped...
This chaotic scene seems to have been carefully planned.
Simon raised his head sharply, and he stared at the direction of the tattoo. There was no electric light flickering under the pale monster's palm, and it was clear that the power grid had failed.
The few sporadic gaps in the past have now turned into thumb-sized holes, and the artificial seawater has been squeezed into a water column and sprayed out straight. squeak" screamed.
"It wants to get out... no, can't let it break through..."
Simon murmured.
With his hands shaking like an epileptic, he brought up the control panel to try again.
However, he soon discovered that the observation chamber used for the experiment was not equipped with a weapon-grade laser mesh... Simon hated the design, and swore that if he could get out alive, he would punch the idiot designer.
Plasma walls and power grids are useless, all he can use is...
A sharp, unintelligible sound wave pierced from the other side of the isolation room.
"Pfft..."
Simon saw that the timid assistant opposite him slammed out a mouthful of blood, his body swayed, and he rolled directly to the ground.
"Oh, damn, come again?"
Knowing the horror of this attack better than anyone, Simon immediately recognized the seriousness of the matter.
Although I don't understand why it suddenly went mad, but a mad Siren experiment like Vincent who has wisdom and has been tortured during this time, if he really rushed out, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Thinking of this, Simon resisted the pain in his abdomen and tore the screen of the control panel apart.
He reached in, illegally reconnected the two data cables, and finally gave instructions—amid the alarm, gunshots, people screaming, and the roar of the test subject, another voice sounded.
That's a fire alarm.
Simon connected the fire handlers in the vital data room to the isolation room. Because of the special nature of the data room, in the event of a fire there, the central control system will directly pump all the air in the room to form a vacuum within 20 seconds. Now, the program will be turned on in a closed isolation room.
Vincent seemed to realize the change in things very quickly, and he had a solemn expression on his face, which had been easy before.
It hit the isolation tank with its tail with all its might, and under the action of that force, the isolation tank that had been shattered was shattered more briefly than Simon expected.
With the impact of artificial seawater, Vincent rushed out of the transparent prison.
It began to attack the observation window, and the observation window, which was much weaker than the isolation tank, also cracked under its full blow...
"Ten, nine, eight..."
Simon counted down nervously, and as the air thinned, Vincent looked weaker.
The sound of it tapping on the window is getting smaller and smaller...
However, after twenty seconds, the vacuum in the isolation chamber finally suppressed Vincent's power.
It raised its head and seemed to let out an angry howl.
Judging from the mouth shape, that howl should be "Rand"... Of course, Simon will never know this, he will only know that after this howl, Vincent fell down.
It laboriously draws oxygen from the artificial seawater that is starting to bubble up.
Two lines of blue blood gushed out of its eyes.
Vol2
Kansas, USA
Ledger Farm (Privately Owned)
08:34 AM
"So, how is Munster now?"
Rogers sat on the sofa in the living room with a bleak face. There were small dark red stains left in his nostrils and ears, which had dried up. As he spoke, he kept holding a vomit bag.
Every so often, he would bury his head uncontrollably and vomit.
Beside him, his human friend was half-sitting awkwardly, with his little monster with a fish tail lying on his lap.
Munster's face is ruddy, his eyes are bright and clear, under the influence of his mood, even his hair shines like polished silver threads, and every scale on his body is like a flake of opal, Even in the weak light indoors, there is a thin brilliance, and the skin is like rolling over pearl powder with a lustrous luster...
Of course, his body temperature was slightly higher than normal, but from the looks of it, he was in much better condition than Mr. Killer, who was tormented by sonic waves and vomiting and bellyache all night.
"There shouldn't be much of a problem with its physical condition." Rand lowered his eyes and glanced at Munster. After meeting the gaze that was almost filled with starlight, he quickly looked away. "Uh, sorry, Rogers."
He added.
Munster woke up in less than ten minutes after what appeared to be a menacing fainting yesterday.
It looked terrifyingly terrifying, but it didn't show any noticeable symptoms, and its sudden, weird convulsions and fainting made Rand spend the next period of time fighting for its body. Worried so much that after he had completely sobered up from his drunkenness, he had no time to be embarrassed and embarrassed by his previous close encounter with Munster.
He even forgot his previous conflict with it.
From Rand's point of view, Munster was indeed fine after waking up from a coma.
From the looks of it, everything about it is so perfect, like teenage girls in love (girls always look extra radiant in those sweet times), it just looks like A real removable jewelry box.
"Rand said I was his precious treasure..."
Munster explained the changes in his body like this, and the moment his words fell, Rand coughed dryly because of excessive embarrassment.
"Munster, can we suspend this topic?"
He covered the lower half of his face with the back of his hand, feeling that even his eyelashes seemed to be turning red.
Omg, I hate being drunk...
Rand wailed in his heart.
He actually doesn't remember so much what he said last night, at least, if it wasn't for Munster repeating it in his ear over and over again, Rand would never have imagined that he would say so much to challenge his shame. discourse.
However, he still remembered that kiss.
Although he was dizzy under the influence of high fever and alcohol at that time, the sweet taste that seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow still remained in his heart.
This made Rand even more embarrassed in the face of Munster's intimacy.
Making matters worse is Rogers, the hapless homeowner who was tortured half to death during the Rand & Munster song and still vomits from stomach cramps.
—This is living proof that Rand clearly realizes what he did last night.
Those kisses, those lingering singing...
Munster stared fascinatedly at the flushed Rand, who giggled.
"Peach," it said.
"what?"
Rand looked at it, grinning like a fool, in confusion.
"Rand, you're blushing like a peach, I want to bite you."
…
"puff-"
Rogers, who was gargling with mineral water, squirted water from his nostrils.
"For God's sake!"
After a terrifying cough, he grabbed his hair and glared at Rand and Munster and screamed.
"You two are really going to make me vomit!"
Then he grabbed the vomit bag and vomited uncontrollably.
Rand was boiling with embarrassment. He had never wished so much to disappear from the world.
"Munster... don't talk like that, it's embarrassing..."
Rand stammered to Munster, the hairs and goose bumps on the back of his arms and neck protesting against him.
He obviously made a serious mistake, and his crazy drunken talk when he was drunk, and his haunted interaction with Munster in bed, obviously gave Munster a very extreme super wrong understanding.
However, in the face of shiny Munster's puppy-like performance of extreme anticipation and joy, Rand didn't even have enough courage and conscience to correct his mistakes. Especially when he said so many drunken things...
"So, have you two done it?"
Rogers stared at Rand and Munster strangely, and asked abruptly.
"No—" Rand almost jumped up from the sofa, and he retorted immediately, "Please, that kind of thinking is disgusting."
"Okay, but I think you two are really scary."
Rogers shrugged his shoulders and said.
Rand gave him a bleak wry smile.
"I don't think I'll ever touch alcohol again in my life, if I wasn't drunk, I wouldn't have to face this horrible situation at all..."
Rand said he didn't notice the sudden darkening of Rogers' eyes.
"Perhaps, but we all know the occasional drunkenness doesn't hurt. Speaking of which, do you remember what you did last night?"
Rogers, looking nonchalant, asked softly.
Rand blinked, and he said somewhat uncertainly: "Uh, I don't think I remember much... But, did I overturn your cabinet? It seems that a lot of things fell out... "
…
The moment he finished saying this, the smile on Rogers' face deepened.
"Oh, if that's the case, I'm really sorry for you..."
he muttered in a low voice.
When he raised his head again, his body trembled slightly with excitement.
Not long after, Rogers left the farm to run errands in town.
Before leaving, he carried some "tools" from his "factory" in the trunk. Rand stood at the window and glanced at him from a distance, but he didn't care too much.
And Rogers' trip this time was much shorter than Rand had imagined. In the afternoon, he returned.
When he rushed in the door, his face was very solemn, and his eyes flashed with worry.
"Rand... there's one thing I think you should want to know."
he said to Rand.
"I heard today that they found a woman's body on the side of the road outside Kansas City...that road happened to be the road from the farm into the city."
…
"boom-"
The water glass in Rand's hand fell to the ground at that moment.
But Rogers didn't seem to see it, he rushed over and grabbed Rand's shoulders, and put his face in front of Rand.
He stared deeply into Rand's eyes and said slowly.
"Do you think it's the girl you met yesterday?"
Rand opened and closed his lips tremblingly, but a few minutes passed and he still couldn't make a sound.
He was almost overwhelmed.
"Hey, Rand, look at me... There will be a way, you don't have to panic like this at this time... Otherwise, I'll take you to the police station. The female body has not been identified until now, we It's best to check first to see if it's that... little girl."
Rogers lowered his voice and said softly.
Rand stared blankly at Rogers, and after a few moments he nodded slightly.
"I, I should go."
He says.