The ship's doctor, Elena, saw Dr. Simon's willfulness and unusual arrogance that day - several crew members had complained to her about the abnormality of the too young genius in their daily life (considering that she was the ship Rare woman of the right age, unmarried and beautiful, men are always happy to share all kinds of information with her), but when she really gets in touch with him, she finds that Simon is far more intolerable than people say.
He, who should have been resting in bed, rushed out inexplicably, pointed out that Elena had made several mistakes in fixing the bandage, and then began to discuss with her why the combination of bortezomib and fulvestrant would make The rate of progression-free cancer patients is on the rise... Elena has no interest in talking to him, and is even embarrassed. And a few minutes later, Simon is patrolling her medicine cabinet like an ADHD patient, and he proposes a position theory to prove that adjusting the order in which the medicines are placed in the medicine cabinet will reduce Elena's diagnosis time by 0%. Eight (that group of navy members would have hated Simon if they knew this).
Elena was embarrassed by Simon's words and deeds. She was relieved until the agent named Ryan appeared and took Simon away. Because of this, she was dizzy and didn't find her medicine cabinet for a long time. There seems to be something missing, of course, that's another story.
Let's get back to reality, Simon's back was covered in cold sweat when he was sent back to his room by Ryan.
Several syringes, anti-infectives, disinfectant, and bandages were hidden under his wheelchair seat by him. It was difficult for him to judge whether Ryan had realized his theft, because the latter had no expression on his face, but the one thrown at him. His eyes were full of scrutiny.
"You're behaving strangely today... Is seasickness any better?"
Ryan handed Simon a glass of water, and then suddenly said.
And Simon originally expected him to obediently leave immediately after sending him back to his room...
"It's a little better, but I really can't lie there and endure that woman's erroneous diagnosis, she's driving me crazy - God, I knew Liu should be resting in his own room."
Simon said dryly.
Then he lay on his bed with the blanket pulled down to his chin.
…
A few seconds later, Simon realized that Ryan was still in the room.
And above Ryan's head, something wriggled.
Nothing could make Simon more creepy, looking at Ryan before embarrassingly prompting the latter to leave.
"I, I think I need to rest now."
"I know, I'm here to watch over you... Something is not right with you today."
Lane said.
On top of his head, several tentacles glowing with faint blue light were falling, and the bright color made Simon see at a glance that there was a lot of venom there.
"Oh God... no, no, no, no, you can't stay here."
Simon jumped up from the bed and walked a few steps with difficulty in the wheelchair to Lane in front of Lane, staggering and trying to push Lane out-the tentacle almost touched the artery in Lane's neck, and the ring-shaped stinger was in the light. There was a faint reflection below.
And Ryan didn't realize that he was so close to the god of death. He looked at Simon suspiciously, frowning slightly.
"Why? Simon, you haven't made such a strong resistance in the past few days, have you..."
Seeing that an urgent, cold-blooded monster was planning to let the obstructer, Ryan, disappear, Simon grabbed Ryan's collar.
With the strength of his body, he forced Ryan to lower his head unpredictably.
The tentacle was inserted into the cold hair on the back of Ryan's neck and flashed past.
Simon pressed his lips to Ryan's.
His heart almost jumped out of his throat.
Taking a quick glance at the face that appeared silently on the ceiling, Simon calmed down and pulled his tongue back from Ryan's lips.
"That's why I can't let you be with me. Being too close to you can make me overwhelmed with my feelings for you, Ryan, I love you."
Simon said dryly to Ryan whose eyes became empty.
“…I…I’m surprised…sorry I never noticed…I…”
For the first time, Simon saw Ryan, who looked like a middle school boy. He looked so shocked that he left the room hand in hand with Simon's shove without even protesting.
"boom-"
After that door closed, Simon fell directly to the ground.
"For God's sake, I thought you'd know killing people in a place like this would only make things worse?"
He raised his head and faced the monster in the room.
The other party held the limp body of the black-haired youth in both hands, and placed him on the bed like a treasure—by the way, that bed belonged to Simon not long ago. It is very obvious that Munster didn't seem to notice the inconvenience of Simon's legs and feet, so in the end Simon could only crawl on the ground for a few steps, and finally moved himself to a wheelchair. Special's attention has been staying on Rand's body.
After finally approaching the window, Simon couldn't help taking a breath of air when he saw Rand's appearance.
"God, it doesn't look like your trip was as pleasant as those nervous politicians feared," he said, before receiving a cold, bloodthirsty look from Munster.
Simon immediately interrupted his sarcasm and took out his "illegal income" from under the seat. He glanced at Munster again, and showed the beast all the needles and potions.
"He's in a terrible condition, the big face cut has caused an infection, and I need to inject him with some antibiotics with a needle, then sterilize his wound with alcohol - it can be painful, but we have to do it. , then I'll put ointment on him and cover the wound with a bandage... I've seen Rand's medical report, a normal person should suffer for a long time under such a wound, but I think he will recover quickly Yes, um, there may be some ecchymosis on the surface of the skin..."
Simon explained carefully, because he felt a little rapturous right now because of his nervousness. He used too many words to explain what he was going to do, because he didn't want this necessary medical treatment to cause Munster's oversensitivity... that would probably kill him.
Munster seems to be calm, but as a researcher who has dealt with Sirens a lot, Simon realized that his life was at stake the moment he met his eyes, because he clearly knew that Munster's life was at stake. Calmness is just an illusion, the monster is almost crazy, Rand's increasingly weak breathing brings it as much pain as pouring magma into his chest, and the pain and panic almost drive it to despair. on the cliff. It only managed to maintain its superficial composure simply by virtue of its concern for Rand's safety, because only in this way could Rand be able to receive effective rescue.
But even if there is only a little bit of trouble, it is very likely to get out of control - it can be seen from the fact that he planned to poison Ryan directly.
Munster stuck out a little bit of his tongue—it looked like a snake's letter, trembling twice in the air, and after judging that Simon's words were not adulterated, it used that hoarse, as if He also said to Simon with a sulphurous voice of hell: "Save him, or I will let you die."
[The Siren Weaponization Handbook of Learned Sexual Behavior, p. 189, line 21.]Simon muttered in his heart that all the threatening words that Munster learned came from this manual, and judging from the fact that he kept repeating these words, his scope of learning should be around this... Simon soon It judged the progress of Munster's learning.
It should have fully mastered basic weapon applications, infiltrating and destroying enemies... but the course of torture and threats has not yet begun, and the deep whites should only tentatively let it communicate shallowly with human prey before it escapes with Rand.
… This is good.
Simon thought, and relaxed a little.
Munster is, in a sense, not yet polluted by those dark, filthy human lessons, nor does it derive pleasure from the torture and abuse of human beings. This means that for the first time, the plan that Simon thought he would never have a chance to carry out could be restarted again.
Thinking of this, Simon's attitude towards Rand became more gentle. Compared with the situation of being coerced before, now he is more like taking the initiative to release goodwill to Rand.
Munster is the beast, and Rand is the reins of the beast.
If used well, he will make a big difference...
Simon looked at the pale man on the hospital bed and lowered his eyes.
…
after one day-
pain.
It was the sharpest feeling Rand felt when he woke up.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and before he opened his eyes, he heard the urgent breathing of a certain creature.
"Ran, Rand..."
Something wet came up Rand's face, licking his lashes and eyelids.
Air dry.
The salty smell and dampness that had been shrouded in mist around them were gone, and above the room, the air conditioner made a regular clack.
Rand reached out and touched the bed under him, and the touch of the fabric between his fingers made him think he was still hallucinating at first.
But soon another thought struck him - were they caught again
Rand opened his eyes in horror.
What caught my eye was Munster's bright red eyes, overflowing with surprise and fanaticism.
"Rand!"
Its sturdy body was tucked into the bed, and Rand's entire face nearly sank into his chest muscles.
"Rand you're awake... Rand..."
In that frenzied euphoria akin to what was lost and found, Munster's IQ and mental order, which had been rare in the past, evaporated like steam on the surface of a hot pan.
It stared at Rand foolishly, unable to even utter a complete sentence, only repeating Rand's name over and over.
"Moun... Munster... get out of the way..."
Rand turned his head with difficulty, and said reluctantly in Munster's wet saliva.
His throat hurt terribly, and his voice was barely able to make a sound.
A hand with bulging knuckles held a glass of water and handed it to him, and at the same time there was a tired voice.
"If I were you, I'd give your love a little breathing room - don't you realize he's about to be choked to death by your pecs?"
Simon held the water glass to let Rand swallow the salt water, and then said to the monster who was only overexcited.
It's almost like magic, Simon would never have dared to speak to Munster like this a few minutes ago, but... I have to admit, the moment Rand opened his eyes, the air and atmosphere in this room were all happening. changed. If I have to use an analogy, it's like a horror movie that suddenly skips frames, and then becomes "Puppy Jessie", and even the color of the air becomes pure and bright, reminiscent of baby toys or something...
After a while, Simon suddenly realized that it was not his illusion but that the color of Munster's tail was becoming brighter. He had always thought it was iron blue or dark red scales before, but now the tail that appeared in front of him was pure baby blue, with traces of rose pink inlaid around the edges.
Even in a room where the light is not very bright, the tail shines like a colorful decoration under the spotlight.
It should be the Siren's own luminous ability that is working.
Simon thought numbly.
The aura that was swirling inside the monster's body, like the flames of hell, disappeared instantly.
Same huge body, same scales, same red eyes and venomous tentacles...
But now the creature on the hospital bed is more like a large (perhaps a little too large) pet dog than a cold, inhuman beast.
... At least before that, Simon couldn't imagine that a creature like a siren would use a tail flick to express his inner joy.
Oh yes, and drool.
After putting down the water glass, Simon manipulated the wheelchair uncontrollably and stepped back a little. He looked at Rand Sievers' cheek with a slight embarrassment. Munster's neck and shoulders were baptized by Munster's tongue. There is now a strong smell of saliva on his body, which is not unpleasant but it is enough to make people feel sympathy for him.
Rand took a moment to calm Munster, cupping its face in his hands and kissing it lightly on its forehead and chin, wrapping Munster around his fingers and shoulders hair-like tentacles.
The way those tentacles rubbed against Rand made Simon unintuitively want to look away...
In short, the conversation with Rand unfolded in a completely unexpected state.
There was some awkwardness, but the atmosphere was relaxed.
"I know you. Simon Moy... Vincent said you were a genius."
Rand was half lying on the bed, and his eyes returned to Simon after turning around the room.
"Well, genius, I don't deny it." Simon couldn't help but smile at him, and it must be admitted that Rand had gentle green eyes, and he was the kind of person who would make you feel that there was no danger - although He easily destroyed the entire Deep White by himself.
"So, you saved us? What was your purpose?"
Without any hypocritical temptation or perfunctory, and seemed completely unaffected by the relaxed and soft atmosphere before, Rand looked straight at Simon and spoke calmly.
Simon was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth to say something, but the dark muzzle exposed from under the sheet made him have to think more about what he was going to say later.
The gun was held in Rand's hand, and it was unimaginable that the young man still had that soft smile on his face.
At this moment, Simon truly confirmed that the soft, lamb-like youth who remembered Vincent Sivers was long gone—the person who appeared in front of him, just as the report said, was extremely dangerous.
Behind Rand, Munster stuck his head out, his chin resting on top of Rand's head, his face so delicate that it didn't look like a natural product with the same goofy, big-dog-like pure expression, but he looked Looking at Simon's eyes, it seemed like he was looking at some inanimate object, without any emotion.
Simon felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up one by one.
This large dog-like Munster made Simon even more terrifying than the previous violent appearance.
Because before, in order to save Rand, it may also think about the survival value of Simon.
And now, after Rand escaped... As long as the black-haired youth gave an order, Simon could guarantee that the monster would not hesitate to tear itself to shreds.
How ignorant was he to mistake it for having not undergone a torture course and that the danger would be reduced
A drop of cold sweat slowly fell down Simon's forehead.
"I think you have some misunderstandings."
He said dryly to the young man with a gentle smile.
"It never occurred to me, or attempted to do anything to hurt you before and after."
…
The smile on Rand's face didn't change at all—it was like it was painted on his face.
After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly put down the gun in his hand.
"Sorry, I seem to be doing extra things again, but I don't really need a gun," he said. "As long as there is Munster, I can still easily take your life."
He patted Munster on the head.
Simon felt a stagnation in his throat, and he raised his hand tremblingly, touching his throat - a wet tentacle was tied to his throat, and the toxin it had released earlier paralyzed Simon's skin, so much so that he Didn't even notice it at all.
Since when exactly...
Rand sat up slowly from the bed, his legs resting on the window sill.
He carefully put the gun back into Simon's bedside table, where it had been before. Then he took off the bandage on his body, just as Simon expected, Rand recovered quickly, but not too much - the newly grown skin was much fairer than normal, with visible scars on the edges .
"Hey, listen, Rand Sivers, everything I just said is true. I know, you're not the type to hurt people, so..."
Simon soon found that his fingertips didn't feel anything, which made his cold sweat worse.
"I'm sorry for what I've done to you, but Simon Moy, I know what you're up to, siren plan right? Why on earth do you think I'm going to ignore this kind of thing you've done to sirens before this? Injury from creatures? Also, why do you think I'm not the kind of person to hurt others?"
Little by little, the smile faded from Rand's face, and his voice became cold and hard.
"Without Vincent, I might have other options, but I have to save him and you're too dangerous... sorry, I might have to..."
Simon saw that Rand gave Munster a hint.
He didn't actually feel any pain, but judging from the increasingly rapid breathing and the blurring vision, the damn tentacles around his neck should be twitching.
Before he had time to think about anything, Simon completely lost the demeanor and momentum that he had tried to maintain in front of Rand. His hands were swaying randomly in the air, and his voice was squished and sharp from his throat.
"…Wait, Rand, listen to me! I have the same purpose as you! No matter what it was before but I know now, the Siren project must stop! And I can help you out with Vincent! Listen, hey, listen Rand! That's why I saved you before, I want to make up for the mistakes I made, if you kill me here the military will realize it's wrong..."
His voice was as ridiculous as Donald Duck's, and his words were out of order and could be said to be gibberish.
However, as he spoke, his breathing became much smoother.
"Snapped-"
After a while, something fell wet to the ground and made a faint sound.
Simon gasped for breath, leaning on the railing of the wheelchair and looking towards the ground, it was a tentacle that was still twitching slightly. He touched his neck again, the skin was smooth... The touch of his fingers had returned.
On the other side, Rand's eyes were as cold as ever.
"You can help me save Vincent..."
He repeated it.
Simon nodded desperately.
"Yes, believe it or not... Siren Project has hurt too many people... Whether active or passive, as long as it is stained with it, everyone will be in misery. The only plug the US military has now Ren experimental body, only Vincent is left - and they need more siren experimental body, they are intercepting fragments from Vincent's body, trying to infect normal US soldiers through siren fragments... This is crazy!"
Simon said with a livid face.
"This is impossible!"
Rand felt a burst of physical disgust just hearing that plan. He couldn't imagine that such a maddening thing would happen in this world. But Simon's next words completely shattered his fantasy.
"Why do you think I'm here? A ship? Let me tell you the truth. Of the 160 crew members on this ship, nearly 90 were deliberately selected to be infected. They're part of a trial going to Alaska for a follow-up test... I don't know the same boat is heading to Alaska, I just know this thing has to be stopped. Rand, you ruined the deep white too much, no Leaving too much information to the US government - those idiots are different from Shen Bai, Shen Bai has studied sirens for too many years, they know the danger of this thing, but those idiots don't know, they can only see Vincent, A human being eroded by siren cells and turned into a powerful biological weapon... Ignorance breeds courage, and after they undergo the rest of the experiment, things just get out of hand. I need your help, Rand, all sirens , not even a single shard should be left in human hands... If you still don't trust me, you can inject me with shards of sirens, before you become fully human, your special ability still has Right? You can hack into my mind and…”
"To shut up."
Rand interrupted Simon.
He moved his fingers slightly, and Munster hugged him and went up to the ceiling.
"I'll find you again."
Rand left this sentence.
He and Munster then left Simon's room.
Simon was stunned for a moment and then rushed to the corridor, but in such a short moment, they seemed to melt into the air, leaving no trace.
"Simon?"
A dry voice sounded behind Simon.
He turned his head sharply, but what he saw was Ryan's face.
The detective looked haggard. He was very rarely unshaven, and had a slightly blue stubble on his chin.
He stared at Simon intently, then spoke.
"I thought about it for a long time... I didn't have experience with my peers before this, I mean, I'm not gay." He licked his lips.
"I know, it's normal..." Simon waited absently for Ryan's next rejection.
"However, I later found out that if the object is you, I can accept it."
"… "
After a while, Simon slowly realized what Ryan was talking about.
He raised his head in horror, but what he saw was the slightly flushed face of the terrifying detective.
"I love you too, Simon, that's my answer."
Lane said.
He put his hands on Simon's shoulders and brought his face closer.
…
Damn.
It was the only word floating around in Simon's head.