Rand did think about getting that disgusting blob out of the aquarium, and he tried a few things, but when he took the tool and tried to put it in the water, Munster seemed to sense his thoughts. Come here and nibble Rand's fingers lightly with his mouth.
Again, this feeling sucks.
Munster seemed to take the "cocoon" very seriously, and after a while, Rand observed that the mass gradually changed from colorless to translucent milky white. Rand couldn't help but poked the thing with a slippery net for cleaning fish tank residue, and found it was soft and elastic to the touch, like something resembling rubber.
Munster was very dissatisfied with his test, and its red film came out again, and before Rand had time to react, he rushed over at a speed that was too fast for a fish, and then took a bite. On top of the plastic rod that slipped through the net. The plastic rod that slipped through the net was easily bitten in half by it.
…
Rand blinked. He observed the clear and neat tooth marks on the pole, and his back went numb.
For a moment, he felt that he was a real warrior who dared to put his fingers in the water.
but…
"Maybe my finger should say thank you?"
He still couldn't help speaking to the little thing in the fish tank, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.
Talking to the fish was stupid, he knew, and it was almost impossible to understand what he was saying, but Rand couldn't hold back.
You have to admit, Munster's behavior is very human at times.
At least, it didn't take one bite off Rand's finger.
Rand thought it might be some kind of domesticated ornamental fish that stumbled onto the beach.
A stray fish or something...
That's why it makes such humane actions...
Rand's wild thoughts were interrupted by a series of bells.
The apartment manager who called him said that his downstairs tenants had complained that the toilet's sewer was leaking, and the stench was maddening. He gently begged Rand to make sure his sewer was normal.
After hearing the apartment administrator's plea, Rand had an ominous premonition. He rushed to the bathroom and found in pain that the sewer was blocked.
In the past he had often encountered this in his old apartment, but he had no idea that he would still have to deal with it now.
Rand squatted on the gray floor tiles, watching the indistinct swirls in the water, and was a little embarrassed to confirm that the problem was indeed with him.
He was habitually prepared for the growls and curses of the administrator (in his old days, the administrator and the landlord were usually two in one, and they almost all had the same bad temper as the devil), did not expect the other to still be In a soft voice, he would send a plumber up to take a look.
Rand was stunned for a moment before realizing that things were different now (he's now someone who can afford plumbing repairs... or Vincent made him someone who can afford them), but that doesn't mean Prevent him from opening the door to greet the plumber with a habit of apprehension.
He was definitely not the kind of person who could get along with these workers, but on the other hand, the one who appeared at his door today was not a particularly amiable person.
His stature was exceptionally strong, almost the size of two rands, the fat on his face was loose, and deep wrinkles formed on the corners of his mouth, which made him look very sad, his skin was very dark, like Like burnt charcoal, every inch of naked skin gleamed with oil. On the chest of that ugly, shit-colored uniform was his name, Lawrence.
Rand's eyes remained on the badge for a little longer because the lettering was not very legible, and Mr. Lawrence, clearly displeased with his reaction, looked at Rand with that impatient grief.
"Do you think there's anything wrong with me?!"
he said.
Rand shook his head immediately.
"No, no, of course not."
Lawrence shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the bathroom while holding the very heavy machine, his steps were as heavy as the Hulk.
He really doesn't like this thin and pale white apartment owner, especially when he sees a whole set of high-end furniture scattered in this ordinary apartment, any accessories in it need to work continuously for two months before he can pass the instalment. Loan to buy - Lawrence grows more suffocated at the thought of the money he lost at the gambling table yesterday.
Of course, he tried not to make this sentiment too obvious, he had received too many complaints, and his supervisor was clearly not happy with that.
Lawrence turned on the power switch of the dredge machine and pressed the clutch lever according to the rules. He realized that he had observed the water accumulation here. According to experience, it was not serious, but to his surprise, after a few seconds, he Hearing the whining sound of the cutter head in the pipe, the entire dredge machine trembled.
"Oh, hell!"
Lawrence let go of the wrench angrily.
When he pulled out the blade, he found that it was covered with something that was as thick as asphalt and had an extremely foul smell.
"For God's sake! Didn't anyone teach you that not everything can go down the drain?!"
He couldn't help cursing, and started not thinking about the damned complaints.
Rand tried to explain, but it was bullshit to Mr. Lawrence.
He eventually removed some of the water pipes and pulled a large blob of the same thing out of Rand's sewer.
They stink amazingly, it is a kind of smell similar to the highly decomposed creatures, but considering that Lawrence and Rand have never encountered human corpses that have been put on hold for more than half a month, they have not put these sticky substances with decay. body is connected.
Rand's legs were a little weak, his stomach was extremely uncomfortable, and Lawrence's curse was extra weight, he rushed to the living room, pushed open all the windows he could, and breathed as if he had been given a second life. the outside air.
In the meantime, Lawrence was trying to seal the stuff up in an airtight bag, and even through the glove he felt the horrible stench as if it was about to soak into his skin.
At the same time, the feel of this thing is also insane.
Lawrence finished dealing with them while cursing, and then he suddenly saw a flash of light in those pitch-black things.
He instinctively twisted the thing up, and after wiping off the dirt with his fingers, he could barely see that it was a lady's ring.
A slender white gold band set with a ruby, laser-engraved on the inside of the band "Daisy Forever Eighteen".
This is a bar mitzvah ring.
Lawrence looked back subconsciously, the door was empty, and occasionally the retching sound of the white chicken could be vaguely heard.
The corners of the huge black man's drooping mouth moved, and without any hesitation, he flushed the ring with water and stuffed it into his pocket.
Next, he also found some similar gadgets, some skull-shaped jewelry, but they were all damaged as if they had been corroded. Lawrence ignored them, packed everything up, and quickly left Rand's house after finishing work.
No girl would allow her bar mitzvah ring to be a bargain.
From Lawrence's point of view, it's clearly something pulled by the girlfriend of the damn employer, and judging from his furnishings, hers is definitely a good one too.
Lawrence finally felt that his work today was worth the fare, so that night, he happily sat at the gaming table and blocked a small sum of money.
Occasionally he stroked the ring in his pocket through his pocket, as if he were stroking a stack of banknotes. Alcohol and adrenaline clouded his mind—so he was completely unaware of his trance and headaches that night. In the dim light, his dark skin made his hyperemia invisible and imperceptible, starting from the fingers, to the palms, arms and even half of his body.
By the end of the night, Lawrence had lost a lot of money due to severe blurred vision and dizziness, far beyond his tolerance. Those people in the bar even saw his bloodshot eyes, and I have to say, it was a little scary. The entire white part of his eyes has been filled with purple-black blood, which makes his eyeballs look slightly protruding, and at the same time, his lips tremble involuntarily when he speaks.
He really didn't look right.
The bartender frowned behind the counter, he could feel that bad premonition fermenting, and obviously he didn't want his place to be in trouble.
"Hey man, I think that's enough for tonight."
He couldn't help but went out, put a bottle of wine between Lawrence and the group of gamblers, and pressed it on the cards.
"No no no, it's okay, okay, we can continue..."
Lawrence's reaction was very irritable. He didn't notice that the others stood up and prepared to leave in relief, but instead lay on the table like an anesthetized elephant.
"Come on, man, you're not feeling well tonight, I think you should go back to sleep."
A person laughed aside and said, obviously no longer planning to continue.
"No, I'm fine, I'm just... I just..."
Lawrence tried to explain, his vision became very blurry.
"I just feel a little... a little itchy... just a little itchy..."
He grumbled, reaching for his arm.
Yes, he noticed that his arm was very itchy.
He scratched his hand again and again. He thought he might be drunk, because he felt that his clothes became fragile like a film, and would break when he scratched.
"Ahhhh-"
It seemed that someone was screaming, the kind full of fear, but to Lawrence, the sound was as faint as a mosquito.
“…my clothes…my clothes are not right…”
He kept mumbling and staggering to his feet, he wanted to explain to those who were watching - more and more people were surrounding him, but when he didn't take a step forward, they would frantically ask back.
"…call 911!"
He finally heard someone growl.
Someone opened the floodgates of the headlights, and the darkness belonging to the bar faded in an instant.
Bright lights came down.
Lawrence stopped, looking down at his hands in confusion.
His flesh sloughed off his bones like mud, bright red blood and flesh.
"pat" -
"pat" -
"pat" -
fall to the ground.
His face, his arms, his body, every part of his flesh began to itch.
Lawrence touched his face, but his vision suddenly darkened.
He vaguely felt as if two round things rolled down his face.
Oh, that ring.
He hadn't had time to turn the ring around.
—This is Lawrence's last thought in this world.