Vol1
Ten days later—
U.S.
Washington
Deep White Biotechnology Headquarters Building
"The Emerald City Government recently announced that the search and rescue work for the collapse of the Emerald City Central Station has officially ended. In the past ten days, the emergency command center and members of the fire brigade have carefully searched the scene, but it is regrettable that so far No survivors have been found, which means that nearly 1,300 people died in this tragedy..."
The car radio is still chattering about the tragedy ten days ago.
Outside the car window, it was 10:43 p.m. in Washington, overcast, with thunder rumbled above the dark clouds. But that's not something to be concerned about for the person in the car. The vehicle stayed for a while at the guard box at the entrance of Shenbai Biotechnology Headquarters, and the security guard saw a woman's face that looked like the villain of a horror movie when the window rolled down.
"Er... Card, Ms. Caroline, good afternoon."
He verified Caroline's badge, and stammered to greet her routinely—no matter how self-constructed he was, when he saw Caroline, he still couldn't help feeling nauseated and nauseous.
"… "
Caroline didn't give the security guard a look. Her white pupils were looking at some empty place like a blind man. The window was rolled up, and her face was covered.
"Now this time... what is she doing here?"
The security colleague came over with coffee. He glanced at the surveillance video and said as he looked at the black car driving towards the interior of the building.
"Who knows? The atmosphere here isn't quite right these days anyway," the security guard said dryly, looking out the window, "It's another stormy weather, I just hope the power system can hold up, ten days ago That one was a bit of a chore…”
He remembered the sudden power failure of the entire building ten days ago, the air conditioning and ventilation systems were all paralyzed, and the magnetic electronic doors all automatically failed...
"Come on, the power outage has nothing to do with the storm." The colleague pouted and muttered, "I heard that they caught something and almost lost control to cause the power outage, and the power was drawn to activate those pulses... Pulse…”
After a while he realized that the security guard didn't care about his tidbits, so he gave up trying to recall the complicated word.
The first drop of rain fell from the sky straight to the ground...
The rainstorm has come.
…
Caroline didn't think she would meet Rand in ten days. She once thought that she would run over as soon as the other party was arrested, yell at him, and vent her anger.
But in fact, when she got the news ten days ago, she found that she no longer had any ripples in her heart. Vincent's departure from her palm hit her harder than she thought... In some ways, she felt like her heart was dead.
Without Vincent, Rand actually doesn't really mean much - despite this, Caroline decides she should go and see Rand. Anderson and the others, those in the lab, were nuanced about it, apparently taking a strange precaution about Caroline herself, almost as if they were worried that Caroline would hurt Rand. Given RAND's current value, this defense is understandable...
"Squeak-"
Caroline's fingernails ran across the leather covering on the back seat of the car.
The driver, who had grown accustomed to the sound in the past, glanced quickly in the rearview mirror and saw Caroline's crooked face.
His heart trembled, and he quickly looked away.
Apparently, Caroline didn't realize at all that her so-called "dead inside" was the exact opposite of what she actually showed...
Her resentment and hatred were the reason those people were keeping her from hurting Rand.
From an outsider's point of view, no one in this world hates Rand more than she does.
Vol2
Rand was awakened by a slight electric shock.
He got up from a blanket in the corner (that was his bed), mind completely blank for the first few minutes.
After his consciousness slowly fell like a deflated balloon and sank into his body, he slowly remembered where it was.
He felt his chin was wet, which was the saliva he had flowed out before, and his temporal lobe had been moved some hands and feet. It was a minimally invasive operation, and the wound could be treated with a band-aid after the end. After the operation, Rand's emotions no longer fluctuated, there was no pain or despair, which the researchers wanted.
When he was first sent to the laboratory ten days ago, he treated himself in a rather brutal way and attempted suicide. In the end, the researchers had to use a pulse blocker to stop all his movements, but within the next two days Rand still hasn't given up on self-remaining, apparently what happened at the station (and some tragedies that aren't well documented... Researchers examined his body while he was in a coma and found fractures and damage to excretory organs) The traces of post-repair, combined with some of the obvious features of Subject 7371, can imagine what Rand Sievers has encountered in the past period).
Rand's behavior softened as his emotions and memories became blurred - but there's no denying that the operation still caused some damage to Rand.
His hearing is impaired, he can only hear sounds above forty decibels...and he will appear "stupid" for a period of time after waking from a deep sleep.
Physically, Rand Sivers is very rare.
The siren part of his body was found to be extremely active, but on the other hand his human qualities were able to compete with the siren cells in a delicate way.
In short, he is neither a siren nor a human... But in other words, he is both a human and a siren.
Rand Sivers is like a torch that ignited all the staff in the "Siren" project. If they can study how this special balance system in his body works... Their bioweapon project will have orders. A surprising breakthrough.
This is no surprise.
And considering Rand's current situation, they don't treat him harshly.
He was placed in an empty room. The floor, walls and even the ceiling were covered with thick and soft sponge. In one corner, they laid a blanket. On the other side of the room, there was a small pool of 5X7 meters. It is filled with artificial seawater.
Rand's limbs have obvious siren characteristics. He can last longer on land than ordinary sirens, but he still needs seawater to moisten his scales.
On the other side of the pool, there is a single-sided observation window made of elastic material, which is a bit like a single-sided mirror when used, but it is a special film, which is very soft and strong - it avoids blue and white to the greatest extent possible. Possibility of hurting yourself.
Aside from the blanket, the only "property" Rand had was an old Stitch doll, given to him out of sympathy by a female researcher with five children. Rand had been muttering "monster" for a while after removing part of his temporal lobe.
People initially thought it was some kind of childlike fear that kept him shouting that word, but then they discovered that Rand was actually expecting "monster".
After the female researcher gave him the child's old Stitch doll, Rand quickly made the old doll his object of attachment.
"monster"…
He always shouted like that.
Over time, the side effects of the operation subsided, and he got normal scores on the intelligence test—if he could take care of himself in the real world—but his memory seemed to be stirred up The past porridge was as chaotic, and the memories that made him miserable and caused negative emotions had all disappeared from his mind.
Everyone's current life is composed of past memories, but now Rand's memory has been completely turned into pieces.
Just like now, he looked at the woman behind the wall that gradually changed from mercury to transparent, but there was no mark in his mind.
"Hey, Rand." The woman sat crooked in the wheelchair and waved at him, "Do you remember me? I'm Caroline."
…
"… Feel sorry."
Rand said to her a little embarrassedly.
"I, I don't remember much of the past."
He opened his mouth with a shy smile, "Uh, I'm actually sick and receiving treatment..." He looked at his surroundings with a gentle attitude like a sheep, "Who are you to me? I'm sorry I don't have much of an impression of you. But I'm sure I'll remember it when the treatment is over... By the way, what's your name?"
Caroline blinked.
She repeated: "Caroline, my name is Caroline."
On the opposite side of the observation window, Rand has been holding the doll in his hand. He looked more docile and stupid than ever.
Caroline felt sick...
"...Do you remember Vincent?" she said, with a strange sharpness in her voice, reminiscent of a hissing poisonous snake.
Rand's smile deepened after hearing Vincent's name.
"I remember Vincent! God, are you my brother's friend? Is he all right? He, he..."
Rand's voice gradually became somewhat inconsistent. In his mind, Vincent was a proud white-haired boy, and he was Rand's older brother.
But Rand had seen what he looked like now, a pale young man with red hair and black eyes.
He looked much older than the "Vincent" he remembered, and in Rand's mind he knew he should be like this.
In this case, it doesn't make sense. Why is Vincent, who is obviously his brother, only the shadow of a teenager in his memory
…
Once again, the shattered memory throws Rand into extreme chaos.
After a few minutes, he blinked and looked at the wall that had become transparent for some time.
A woman tilted her body to look at her.
The eyes are dim.
"Sorry," Rand smiled at her, "who are you?"