Vol1
Sirens like hard and shiny scales, lush hair-like tentacles, bright and brightly colored eyes, and of course the most important mucus, which is a testament to the fineness of the individual siren's health and development, among other things. , a loud singing voice, gleaming sharp teeth, and bifurcated mouthparts are also physical features that sirens will notice.
Munster has always felt like he's doing a good job at these things...or rather, Rand has always kept it well.
Every inch of its body is perfectly developed, and because of this, Munster never thought that in Rand's eyes, there would be any problems with his beauty.
However, on this morning that embarrassed Rand and shocked Munster, an unprecedented thought struck Munster's heart like lightning.
In the human world, does it really look good
—Rand... do you really like the way it looks
Munster stretched out his forelegs tremblingly, his sharp fingernails pressing against the cover of the publication.
The man looked back at it with a sexy smile on the paper.
He has tanned light blonde skin, a jaw-dropping classic, a straight nose, deep eyes... His hair has been dyed silver, which is the only thing Munster is happy about.
It felt that at least its hair-like tentacles had a shinier color than that of the man.
"Munster, for God's sake..."
Rand walked uncomfortably to block Munster's view, sloppily gathering the journals together, then propped up the bedside table and tucked them in.
He had to admit that Munster's curiosity about those things made him extraordinarily hard to handle, and he didn't even know how to explain it to Munster.
"Rand..."
"what?"
"I look like..."
Munster stroked his face with a paw, and it looked at Rand with a dazed and heart-wrenching look.
"Am I ugly to you?"
it said in a low voice.
Rand blinked and he coughed dryly, trying to put together sentences in his head to avoid the little monster's undue sadness.
"Oh, no, how could that be? The way you look, that..."
Your most precious place is not on the outside, but on your heart.
Rand almost said so to it, but his voice froze when he met Munster's eyes.
The monster in front of him now is no longer the innocent and innocent creature from before. Rand suddenly had a feeling that his prevarication would actually stab it in some way.
Yes, for humans, Munster is so ugly and horrible.
No one can fool himself into ignoring this.
But for Rand himself...
"Maybe you don't conform to human aesthetics, but in my heart, you are very beautiful."
Rand stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around Munster, and whispered in its ear.
"But… "
Munster's lips moved slightly, it wanted to say something, but suddenly, its hair suddenly surged behind him like a group of irritated snakes, and it looked straight at the wall... or , somewhere behind the wall.
"Munster?!"
Munster's spontaneous alertness made Rand's nerves tense.
"There's a car..." Munster murmured after listening to the faint sound in the air.
Although he had been in a semi-conscious state before, the sound of the motor of the black van specially made by Deep White was remembered by its body.
"I didn't hear any sound." Rand's face became serious. He patted Munster on the shoulder and rushed to the door. "I'll check the situation outside and I'll be back soon."
He says.
Vol2
Rand found a narrow window by the burglar ladder.
The town during the day is incredibly quiet compared to the night, the neon lights glittering like jewel boxes are just dusty wires in the sun, and the porch like a crystal palace is exposed in the sunlight. Oneself is the essence of yellowed glass... After a night of venting, the fun-seekers were drained of all mental energy by alcohol and women, and fell asleep deep in sticky bodily fluids and stained sheets.
The whole town presents a strange desolation and lifelessness.
The wind blew through the windward chicken on the roof, bringing a long "crunch-crunch-" sound.
At the end of the yellow-grey road leading to here, some smoke and dust suddenly rose on the vague horizon.
The front windshields of the cars reflect the white-gold sunlight, their solid black bodies looming in the slightly distorted air.
"Damn—"
Rand suddenly hid his body behind the wall and cursed inwardly.
The deep white "Poseidon" has just arrived here.
Rand walked down the hallway like a frightened rabbit—the hallway was still quiet, but the sense of security it once had was completely gone. I don't know when those people will rush up, kick open the door of the room one by one, and search for the "target" inside... Rand can't control the terrible thoughts in his mind.
He nearly startled Munster when he slammed his shoulder open on the door to his own room.
"Rand?"
Munster jumped up and deftly slammed the erotica to the bottom of the bed with his tail.
It looked at Rand very nervously... Thank God, the panic Rand didn't notice it at all.
"We have to leave, this time for real."
Rand said.
He picked up his tote bag hastily, while the other hand grabbed Munster.
Considering Munster's shape, Rand did not choose the elevator and rushed directly to the fire escape. But they had only gone down two floors, and there was another sound of footsteps from the bottom of the stairs. The hard sound came from the rubber soles of the military boots - Rand glanced down at the railing of the stairs with his head sideways.
He saw a neat patch of black. They were circling upwards from the bottom floor with guns in their hands. On each floor, some personnel would enter the corridor for inspection. There were some sparse conversations in the air, and even their conversations were stiff and icy, and the walkie-talkies occasionally made a harsh beep on their collars.
Those who had previously responded harshly to the injured Munster also wore the same colour. Rand recognized it at a glance, he stopped his footsteps suddenly, and then exchanged a quick glance with Munster.
(we have to go back)
He spoke to Munster silently with his mouth.
But when they opened the emergency passage to prepare to return to the first room, a soft synthetic mechanical female voice suddenly came from the elevator entrance in the middle of the corridor.
"You have reached level 7, have a great time..."
Rand took a deep breath and hid behind the door of the emergency passage with Munster. Through the glass window with the thin wire grid above the door, Rand saw two black clothes from the corner of his eye. The special forces personnel stepped out of the elevator, followed by the third and fourth... They followed the formation in sequence along the corridor, like ghosts in black, silent.
In a silent gesture, Rand saw one of them guarding the door of his room, kicked open the door in silent order, and rushed in... And at the same time, Rand De clearly heard the footsteps coming from below the stairs of the emergency passage, and the voices of those men became clearer and clearer.
"Team A is responsible for coordinating with Team Z, Roland, you bring Team K..."
Those people were approaching where Rand and Munster were at an unprecedented speed.
A scene that only happens in a tense action movie suddenly came to Rand this morning, and believe me, it's harder to experience such a tense moment in real life than sitting in a movie theater.
Rand's fingers dig deep into Munster's arm.
His heart was beating wildly, almost pounding on his breastbone. It can be described as "frightened", he pulled Munster and ran towards the stairs.
"I seem to hear footsteps..."
Vaguely, Rand seemed to have heard a "Poseidon" team member's own commander speak.
"Damn..."
Rand bit his lip and cursed. He dragged his shoes directly, and continued on his tiptoes.
He had never so hoped that the brothel he was in could have a staircase comparable to the Tower of Babylon, but things were always not as expected. After only three floors, he came to the highest floor of the entire building, and a rusted iron The chain is locked on the gate leading to the rooftop.
"Please cherish your life" - beside the chain, there was a handwritten promotional note.
There is also a long and narrow glass observation port above the roof gate. Rand pressed his face to the glass and saw the bare ground outside and the black drainage pipe at the fence.
Rand carefully recalled what he had seen when he entered here yesterday, and if he remembered correctly, below those drains was a dead end of a corridor - where the brothel had a garbage pipe leading directly to the garbage behind the building. car.
"Although I don't like garbage trucks, but it is the thing that cherishes life..."
Rand murmured that he tried to pull the chain off, but it didn't help at all except for some gray-black marks on his hands.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs is still approaching...
Rand's forehead soaked a thin layer of cold sweat.
"I think... I might have a way."
A cold hand covered Rand's fingers.
Munster whispered in his ear, then it tilted its head, and the long silver hair trembled, and a long strand of hair slipped into the keyhole.
"Crack-"
A very faint sound rang out, and the lock was opened.
"Thank God."
Rand pulled the chain aside with relief, and then slipped into the rooftop with Munster through the half-open door.
Then, he buckled the chain back vainly, and pulled the door to the rooftop.
Almost at the moment when he closed the door, the black figure of the "Poseidon" team members appeared at the end of the stairs.
"There's a door on the roof—it's locked, do we still need to check this?"
A young voice came from behind the door.
The "Poseidon" put his head on the glass and looked out.
Bare concrete floor.
This is what he saw, he frowned, and said to his partner a little annoyed.
"Well, I don't know, the order above is 'search every ground'..."
"God, I don't see any need to search here."
He tugged impatiently at the chain on the doorknob, the rusted metal screeching...
What he didn't know was that just behind the door, Rand and Munster pressed their bodies to the door, hiding themselves in the blind spot of their sight.
"Are you sure it's locked?"
Another "Poseidon" member came over, and he pushed open the door unconsciously, but in fact, the door was hidden - Rand and Munster looked at each other.
Almost at the same time, Munster's tail fin slammed against the roof gate.
"...It looks like it's really locked."
…
The "Poseidon" team members tried to push the "unmoving" door, scratched the back of their heads, and walked towards the bottom of the stairs.
"Okay, let's go check out the 11th floor..."
It wasn't until their voices faded that Rand collapsed in prostration.
He turned his head and smiled at Munster.
"thanks."
He says.
Munster gave him a somewhat absent-minded smile (or a smile if you'd tug at the corners of your mouth).