Vol1
Munster felt like a fish being grilled on a barbed wire.
It used to see that on TV, a horrible cooking show where a famous Japanese chef put raw octopus in soy sauce and wasabi and grilled that poor little thing alive on a charcoal fire, that scene Let Munster have a nightmare for a long time.
But now it's in no better condition than that octopus.
Its body temperature was soaring, it was aching, and it was becoming extremely difficult to think—perhaps because its brain was half drained from the previous explosion—but at the same time the only part of him that felt better was its head. . The slime that wrapped around its head brought some damp coolness, the same feeling that Rand brought it.
"Rand..."
Its tail twitched hard and made a small moan.
"crunch-"
Rand slammed on the brakes, triggering a series of whistles from the back of the car.
His heart was pounding, and he quickly parked the car on the emergency exit, then he jumped directly into the back seat after pulling the handbrake, putting his hand next to Munster's face.
"Thank God... Munster..."
Rand's lips trembled, and there was a faint choking in his throat.
He couldn't even utter a complete sentence, only softly calling Munster's name.
From today's series of tragedies to the present, Rand only feels that his soul has fallen into a never-ending nightmare, the pain is tormenting him, and the huge pressure is like a mountain on his slender nerves and reason.
But for such a brief moment, when Rand heard the unrecognizable voice of "Rand," he felt redeemed.
Munster opened his only remaining eye and stared at Rand wetly.
"Rand...you...now..."
Every opening and closing of its lips brought great pain, and Rand took his breath away, trying to maintain that fragile composure of "everything is fine" in front of Munster, and said in a hoarse voice: " Hey baby we can talk later, you need to rest now…”
Munster's eyes blinked.
"… looks so pretty."
It insists it's done.
Rand covered his face with his hands. For a moment he didn't know what to say. Under such circumstances, Munster was as innocent and innocent as he remembered.
Rand rubbed his stiff and icy cheeks and forced a smile.
"Thanks," he said, adding after a while, "but that's not the right aesthetic, I'm just being forced to dress like this..."
Rand was referring to her current long black curly hair, a size L red blouse and nude lipstick on her lips.
He tried to stroke Munster's face to give it some comfort, his movements were very careful, but he still found Munster's naked face covered with a hard crust, its skin It is drying up due to lack of water.
When Rand touched it, a few scales fell from its eyes.
"Oh no… "
Rand bit his lip. He checked Munster's body. Sure enough, due to lack of water, those scales became very dry and brittle.
Rand didn't know if it was because of the injury or something else, but it looked like a fish that had dried up because of lack of water, and the discovery made him overwhelmed.
"Rand..."
"No, stop talking Munster," Rand interrupted him hastily, "I have to take you somewhere with water... I'll figure out a way..."
In the beginning Rand thought of rivers, or lakes, or even fountains in the square, but when his eyes fell on the horrific wound on Munster's head, he knew it was more What was needed was really clean water, and for Rand himself, he needed an environment with enough privacy to deal with his damn leg.
Munster gradually quieted down, and it didn't make a sound, but it stretched out its paws and gently grabbed Rand's hand.
It stroked gently on Rand's palm.
[I love you] it reads.
[Don't worry about me] (it misspelled the word "worry").
Rand leaned down and kissed its forehead lightly.
"You know, I love you too... I'll always be with you."
he said.
Vol2
At three in the morning Rand noticed an unusual number of black vans on the highway in the opposite direction. They were the same as the one Rand had seen before, all black, covered up. The live license plate, as well as the modified lighting, are also very conspicuous.
One after another, they approached Rand with dazzling yellow lights, and then whizzed past him, the red taillights like two ominous devil's eyes disappearing into the foggy night.
Rand's nerves tensed a little more with each passing of the black van, his palms sweating, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
The only thing to be thankful for is that his grey Dodge was just as he thought it would be, ordinary, impersonal, and inconspicuous hidden in the sparse convoy in the dark - but who can guarantee that there will be no new levels and Check waiting for him
Rand knew he had to make a decision when he noticed the black vans were starting to drive toward Kansas in five-car squads.
And it was at this time that he caught a glimpse of a green street sign.
[Sweet Rabbit Villa 5KM ahead]
The place name felt familiar to Rand, he thought for a while, then remembered that he had read a reporter's interview about the place in the newspaper when he was a librarian.
It was a well-known legal sex industry site among some special groups, and dozens of legal brothels were located in the outer suburbs of Kansas, and eventually even formed a small town. And "Sweet Rabbit Villa" is one of the most famous.
Lander pulled off the fork without slowing down after five kilometers and left the highway.
Not long after he walked forward, he saw the "small town", the pink neon and vulgar huge signboards were particularly conspicuous in the dark.
Rand slowed down.
He found a car brothel. If you don't understand what this is, think of it as a brothel version of a drive-in: fun-seekers can get in a car, get themselves a room in a window, order a few girls or guys, and they The car drove into the parking lot inside the building and went directly to his room through a hidden elevator, enjoying the "big meal" he ordered earlier.
It's safe, convenient and takes great care of customers' privacy.
And that's exactly what Rand needs right now.
…
"A room with a bathtub."
He stopped the car at the window, covered his face with his wig, and said stiffly to the receptionist (he didn't even know if it was an appropriate title).
"Okay, first... ma'am."
A freckled, bespectacled lady sat behind the counter, her headband meticulously tucked behind her head reminded Rand inexplicably of his high school principal, which made him feel that he was entering this kind of place for the first time. more nervous.
"Do you need 'colored' or 'white'?"
After a while she said to Rand.
"what?"
Rand looked at her blankly, and after a while, he suddenly realized that almost all the blood rushed to his cheeks.
"No, I don't need prostitutes, I..." he stammered.
"Hey, here we usually call them staff," the receptionist tapped a ballpoint pen on the window table in dissatisfaction. She tilted her head slightly to look inside Lander's car, where Munster's silver hair was in the dark compartment Still very conspicuous, then she raised her eyebrows, "Okay, I get it, you know in principle we don't support takeout here... But who's calling the economy down lately?! Add another hundred to the room fee, ma'am."
she sighed.
After Rand gave the money, she tore up the reservation slip, picked up a package and handed it to him.
Inside that package was a strawberry-flavored condom and the same lube, and Rand even saw a "safety note."
"Wait a minute, I don't need to..."
"Hey listen, what we do here is safe, clean service, even if you're taking out, that's our philosophy here, and we want everyone who comes here to be more aware of safety The importance of sexuality, you know the incidence of AIDS…”
"Okay, okay! Stop, I get it!"
Rand raised his hand in embarrassment and interrupted the lady. He grabbed the package in an unusual embarrassment, indicating that he had truly and completely accepted the "idea" here.
However, just as he was about to start the car and leave the window, the woman knocked on his window again.
"Sorry, I almost forgot to ask..."
She said to Rand apologetically.
Then put a row of things that Rand had only seen in pictures before and placed it at the window.
Mouth plugs, butt plugs, electric rods... Finally, a 40-centimeter-long, forearm-thick black dummy massage stick (its model is called "Nightmare").
“…do you need any of these? Special offer for new customers, try it for half price!”
She pitched it very eagerly.
"… "
Rand stared blankly at the row of terrifying things, before subconsciously speaking after a few seconds: "No, I don't need... I'll take the last thing, the black one."
He suddenly changed his words.
"Wow... oh... well then I wish you and your 'buddy' have a good night tonight."
The front desk blinked and let out a meaningful sigh.