Vol1
The sun was gradually sinking towards the horizon unconsciously, and the blood-like brilliance shone on the clouds, as if the whole sky was bleeding.
The air outside was as hot as hell after a day of sunshine, and Munster let out a faint moan from the back of the car.
This made Rand's mental state immediately improved.
"Munster? Are you feeling better?"
From time to time he turned his head and looked back, his little monster's body swaying gently under the slight bump of the car.
"… "
In the suffocating silence, Rand continued in a shaky voice: "… well, I hope you're feeling better, are you feeling hot? I'll turn on the air conditioner and try to signal to me if necessary, I'll take care of your situation."
Of course, in reality, Rand's response to Munster is not at all hopeful.
He just wanted to try to talk and pretend that everything was getting better... Only in this way would he not completely collapse in this despair.
Rand tried to turn on the air conditioner in the car, but was about to be dazed by the complicated button chopping board on the front of the car. The front of the car looked like the cockpit of an airplane. In the end, Rand could only rely on it. Intuitively, I randomly pressed a few buttons on those black or blue and red buttons.
The first time he opened a three-dimensional map, it took him a bit of work to turn it off. The second time he opened the communication inside "Poseidon", a cold voice echoed in the strange smelly. inside the carriage.
"...The coordinates of the target location have been sent, reminder 1: The Alpha team has lost contact, and it is preliminarily determined that the captured target Rand Sievers has a 'siren' mutation, reminder 2: Subject 7371 has lost the ability to resist..."
Rand snapped the button and turned off the communication device.
His heart was pounding, and it took a long time to fundamentally realize that he had now become a so-called arrest target, and if he guessed correctly, the experimental subject 7371 they mentioned in the communication was probably referring to Is it Munster
Rand's mind flashed back to the night Vinson rushed him to Kansas... Vinson told him it was a chemical leak, but was that true
On that coast, he picked up Munster. Then the army blocked the coast...
Rand couldn't help connecting some details to everything, and his world suddenly became so absurd and crazy, he didn't even know what kind of attitude he should face.
At the same time, in the other party's words, the description of him also made Rand feel very uneasy. What is "Sirenification mutation"? Rand unconsciously touched the back of his ear, where a few deep cheek marks clearly reminded him that he did have something completely different from humans.
In fact, after a physical mutation, Rand once tried it in his own bathtub, and then he found that he could stay in the water for a considerable period of time, and after entering the bottom of the water, those cheek marks would automatically He could clearly feel the process of drawing oxygen from the water. After the initial choking, he could skillfully breathe through the gills underwater...
So, does "Siren" refer to this
Rand, with doubt and apprehension that almost made his body explode, drove the black van down the straight, lonely road.
It was getting darker and darker, but Rand was reluctant to even turn on the lights out of an instinct. Of course, his eyes can now clearly see everything in the shadows without the aid of any lights. (After realizing this, Rand felt doubly apprehensive)
If anyone saw the speed at which he was driving in the dark, they would be startled, but in fact, the location Rogers chose was indeed too remote. In the gradually shrouded night, the entire road was empty.
The darkness and silence descended like an invisible and heavy blanket, pressing down heavily on Rand in the car until he almost suffocated.
He didn't know how long he had been driving, but when he finally came to his senses, he found that he had parked the car in a familiar place.
Rogers' farm.
Rand didn't know why he nearly burst into tears when the humble, converted barn shack appeared in his field of vision.
When he left here today, he was still an ordinary human being. Although life was still full of difficulties, at least he had a good friend, a lively and ignorant little monster.
And when he came back here again, everything he had was like a glass bottle that fell from the sky and shattered into pieces, and the pieces cut him deeply.
In fact, Rand thought he was really crying, but when he touched his face, he found that there was nothing but dried blood on his fingertips.
The tires of the cars crunched against the rammed earth in front of the barn with a terrifying sound on such a quiet night.
Rand sat in the seat for a few seconds, then he gritted his teeth, opened the door, and crawled out of the car with difficulty.
At this time, he found that his calf seemed to be better than before. Although the pain was still unbearable, if he could hold it back, he could stand for a while.
Rand stretched out his hand and pinched his leg bone. The bones that were obviously broken a few hours ago were strangely regrown at this time, but there was a very obvious bulge at the interface, and the position of the leg bone was difficult. Neglected skew.
"God..."
Rand murmured, he didn't even have time to worry about this issue, but came to the back of the carriage in panic, observing Munster's situation through the moonlight.
The film on the little monster's head became thicker, and the originally collapsed and fractured skull was supported by something, and the regular rhythm continued.
Munster's situation is probably the only good news Rand can have right now, he thought.
Vol2
Rand limped around Rogers' garage.
He opened up some piles of wheat poles, and under the tarp he found several cars of very different styles, a brand new Ferrari, a half-worn family station wagon, an old Ford that was barely going to go... A big Stacks of rusted license plates piled up in the corners. Obviously, the cars belonged to different people, but Rand didn't want to think about what happened to those people in the end.
The news he heard in the deep white car made Rand very anxious, and he didn't think he and Munster were really "caught" in their current situation. Reminds him of Caroline, which makes him more painful).
The priority is to leave without being noticed.
Rand didn't know how long it would take for the so-called Shasha squads to find this place, but he certainly wouldn't have too much time.
With that in mind, Rand chose a silver-grey Dodge that looked like it had no personality, that the back seat was roomy enough for Munster not to curl its tail too much, and most thankfully, this car The previous owner of the car put dark sunscreen on all four side windows of the vehicle. This undoubtedly makes Rand feel a little more secure.
He tore open the door of the Dodge car, but unfortunately did not find the car keys in the compartment.
"Damn..."
Rand cursed uncontrollably.
Although the surroundings were still silent, Rand always felt that there was an hour hand ticking above his head. Rand really didn't know when those weird teams would appear by his side, and then put him and Mance together. Take away...
The sight of the terrifying restraint seen in front of the stone house reappeared in Rand's mind, and he fought a cold war - Munster couldn't stand another torture anyway.
Rand slammed and closed the door impatiently.
He dragged the leg that was driving him madly towards the hut where they had lived for a long time, with a very, very vague memory in his mind - he seemed to have come from a row of decorative low cabinets against the wall. , found a lot of strange things.
Rand couldn't remember exactly what he had found, but he had a very vague intuition that maybe he could find the car keys there.
Vol3
Dim light shines on the living room, sofa, carpet, low cabinet... All the furnishings here are familiar to Rand.
On the coffee table is the fairy tale book he had read to Munster, and you can clearly see traces of milk on the kitchen floor, as well as shards of glass. Rand was so anxious as he left that he didn't have time to sort out the mess. Under the Kansas heatwave, the milk was already starting to sour, and some flies were buzzing and resting on the yellow and thickened milk smudges.
Rand felt nauseated and shivered at the thought of having lived so long in the house provided by Rogers' perverted killer.
He walked quickly towards the row of low cabinets in his memory, but then he realized that the thing was locked at some point.
Rand tried to pull the door, the cabinet door made a rattling sound, a small piece of iron stuck behind the cabinet door, and apparently Rand now has no time to fill the room to find a low cabinet key.
"Go to hell—"
He cursed fiercely.
He was both bored and frustrated.
Everything is so bad...
In anger, he involuntarily pulled the cabinet door vigorously again. To his surprise, after two clicks, the shaft of the cabinet door, which was supposed to be very hard, was pulled and deformed by him with a clicking sound, and then broke.
The door fell off the edge of the low cabinet, nearly hitting Rand in the foot.
The debris piled up in the cabinet rolled to the ground like a collapsing jiejie toy.
…
Rand was stunned for a moment, and he quickly threw the twisted cabinet door aside, then focused on rummaging through the pair of junk. Unsurprisingly, he found the keys to the car, and he also found a woman's driver's license...
Kolanda Mitchell, 32, Romanian, teacher.
The information on the driver's license was very clear, but Rand still recognized it at a glance. Although the woman on the driver's license was wearing makeup, it was still Rogers' face.
Later, he also found the documents of more people in the depths of the low cabinet. They were male and female, with different nationalities, ages, and occupations, but all of their faces belonged to one person—Rogers.
Obviously, as a professional killer, he prepared a lot of identities for himself.
Rand finally found a mezzanine from the back of the low cabinet, which contained firearms and a considerable amount of cash, which were placed in a small Lv hard leather suitcase.
Rand took a deep breath.
Now he looks at Rogers with physical nausea and shudder.
If I use these things, will I mix with that person's dirty soul? Or, would I become someone like Rogers too
A ghostly voice sounded faintly in his heart.
Who knows how many innocent lives are hidden behind these perfect documents and banknotes
"To shut up-"
Rand didn't realize he had shouted until he heard the voice.
He touched his forehead, startled by the heat of his fingers.
He was running a high fever, and the fever seemed to be about to affect his sanity.
He has to get Munster out of here before he loses his mobility, as far as possible.
Rand finally picked up what Rogers had prepared for himself, and hurried to the door.
Just before he was about to open the door to leave the house, he accidentally caught a glimpse of his own face in the door mirror.
Bloody, dusty face.
If he appeared in the crowd with such a face, he would be like a searchlight, easily attracting everyone's attention.
"Oh no… "
Rand's hand on the doorknob instantly relaxed.
He can't just go out like this.
he thinks.