If Ken wanted to, he could run away like a monkey from India. In fact, people like him are always good at running away, as Darwin's theory of evolution can prove, people like him - poor, vulgar, pompous and just happen to be a drug addict - if not good at running away, Died from a punch and kick in the back of an alley, or a gang rape of your own accord in exchange for drugs.
At the most terrifying moment, he was followed by Mexicans, Moroccan gangsters and New York's fastest-arriving head. Thank God, he slipped away deftly from the roars and gunshots of those people, like an eel burrowing into a crevice.
Well, at this point, everyone should be able to see that Ken is very proud of his escape skills, and even a little complacent. But one day, he found himself in trouble.
He couldn't escape.
In the emergency stairs of the building, he was running very familiarly, but the damn little white face always followed behind him like a ghost. There were so many times that the man's fingers were even about to touch the root of his neck. It's downright creepy.
If he was a little sane at this point, he'd stop and hand Rand his phone obediently—even if he'd taken enough pictures before to get him a fortune from gossip magazines.
But an indescribable terror had captured him completely, and his instincts, trained over the years of beatings and hunts, told him that some sort of vast and invisible terror awaited him. His mind went blank, and all that was left was the instinct to escape. A lot of sweat poured out of his pores, but the sweat was sticky and cold like frozen gelatin.
"Hey, stop..."
Rand's voice came from a distance.
No, he couldn't stop - Ken thought silently in his heart. With his knees weak, he stepped down four steps in a row and made another bend.
That icy cold feeling struck again, and every hair on the back of his neck stood up.
Rand was about to catch him.
Ken could feel it... But it was at this moment that he suddenly noticed the sense of disobedience that had always enveloped him.
Rand's voice... His voice sounded like he was a dozen steps away, even, it sounded like he was yelling at Ken on the upper flight of the stairs. But what's the matter with that vague touch that has been following the back of his neck
Rand's hand couldn't have stretched this long...
Another handrail turn.
This time, Ken glanced at the metal doorknob on the stairway door.
A distorted white face flashed over it, but the horror of just such a glance made Ken's left foot go straight in the air.
"Bang... bang bang... "
With the crisp cracking sound of the ankle bone, Ken fell directly from the top of the stairs in excruciating pain.
Under the influence of inertia, he rolled all the way to the turning platform of the next flight of stairs. Blood was bubbling from his forehead, nose and lips. Those bright red marks left clear marks on the beige stairs.
He was in terrible pain, his lips grinned directly, and his mouth and nose were overflowing with the sweetness of blood... However, Ken didn't scream like ghosts and wolf howls at the people who came when he was desperate. , you know, his miserable scream can always please those angry pursuers.
The pursuers...they.
"Oh my god… "
Rand walked down the top of the stairs with a pale face, frowning tightly, Ken's misery was not what he wanted.
And Ken didn't even notice Rand. He trembled like a Parkinson's patient, and his eyes seemed to be stuck to the top completely immobile...
The creature above had a pale, handsome face that belonged to the "big beast", but its lower body was covered with scales.
The long silver hair defied gravity, spread out and stuck to the wall, squirming, the "person" stuck to the ceiling as a whole, and crawled towards him with a smile.
Ken finally knows what those things that have been groping his neck are...
a monster.
"No... no... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."
He was about to go crazy with the creature's eyes, tears and urine rushing out of his body at the same time.
He screamed blankly, took out the phone from his arms with trembling hands, but fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it firmly.
Ken was completely oblivious, and Rand wasn't even paying attention to him at all.
"Munster?! God, what are you doing?! Stop!"
Rand looked at the drunk Munster, his head began to hurt violently, and the thing he had been most afraid of for a long time finally happened - Munster exposed himself to a normal human being.
Rand didn't know that this was actually very difficult to achieve - sirens always took it easy, gobbling everything they could, draining the last ounce of energy from their prey, and they rarely had a problem with the food contained in them. They react to foreign bodies, and the gelatinous digestive juices they secrete will protect them. But this time, things were a little different. The alcohol Munster ingested was given some different boosters by different people. They can't be called drugs, but they can really ignite people's hearts... and unfortunately , the effect of the mixed drugs just made Munster produce a certain excited response, and its response became closer to intuition, and the reaction ability and learning ability were greatly reduced, leaving only some of the most instinctive wills.
Imagine a dog—a dog with a Frisbee.
Dogs don't think "why did my stupid master throw the frisbee out again", they just wag their tails happily, almost instinctively hold the frisbee in front of their master, eager to get his reward and reward from the master. Caressing—just like Munster is doing now, except that it seems to unintentionally put a lot of stress on Frisbee, as well as on its dear owner.
"Rand, I... cluck... I'll help you..."
Munster shook his head and said to Rand.
Before Rand had time to stop it, it had ghostly slid over Ken's head, and its long hair fell down and tied the squat, who had been limp with fright, before passing it to Rand.
"No, I'm sorry, my God, Mr. Sivers, I'm so sorry..."
Rand met Ken's palette of blood, tears, and snot.
For a moment he could barely look at each other.
The muscles in his brow began to throb unconsciously, and his stomach cramped.
Rand swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forcibly put up a calm mask and spoke to Ken.
"Calm down, uh… Ken, I don't mean to hurt you, I just want that picture back—"
"laugh-"
Rand's voice came to an abrupt end with a soft click.
That's the sound of something being punctured, Rand thought.
His eyes suddenly turned red, and some warm drops of water splashed on his face...
He wiped the drops with his hands, his fingers were sticky, and he saw Ken.
Ken's eyeballs started to bulge outward, bulging, as if they had been plucked from them, bright red blood splattered from the rim of his eye socket, his facial muscles spasmed, his tongue drooped out, dragged long on the edge of his eye socket. Outside, his face turned a rotting marinade, and finally, with a double "puff," Rand looked directly at Ken's eyes like ping pong balls, bouncing from his crimson sockets. came out.
Threads of tissue hung behind an eyeball, bounced onto Rand's front, and then fell to the ground.
Gollum, Gollum...
Rolled down the stairs to the corner.
"… "
Rand gasped for breath, his lips trembling in shock but he couldn't make a sound at all, he could only stare stiffly at the two tentacles that were stained with blood and stick their heads out of Ken's eyes. Come on, twist.
Then, the man's body was slammed into the corner like garbage.
A face that was familiar to Rand, but completely unfamiliar on the other hand, appeared in front of him with a smile.
"Hi, Rand... finally seeing you."
This terrifying beast wrapped in a human body tilted its head at him gracefully like a nobleman, and then greeted him.
The two tentacles melted into the "Prince"'s left hand, while his right hand turned into an arthropod-like front claws covered with steel hairs, and a sharp sword was inserted straight into the ceiling.
A few tentacles fell from Munster's long hair and landed on the ground, wriggling...
"hiss..."
A bone-cut wound appeared on Munster's shoulder, and blue blood slid down the prince's forelimb. In the moment just now, it shrewdly avoided the fatal attack of the prince, but it still suffered a little damage.
Its face was chapped, its lips were straight to the sides, revealing sharp teeth, and the high-frequency warning sound, which was unacceptable to human ears, was suddenly raised... Just now, Munster was seeing the "Prince" attacked it directly. His hair-like tentacles penetrated directly into the gap in the carapace of the "Prince" arthropod from the extremely short Sun Jian just now, and the tiny tentacles disintegrated the "Prince"'s body from the inside...
However, the sound of the gun safety latch being opened stopped all its movements.
Rand felt the back of his head pressed against the cold metal nozzle of the gun.
"Get out of the body of His Royal Highness 'Prince' or I will shoot."
A girl's voice with a Russian accent came from behind Rand.