When Rand was still in Deep White as an experimental subject, he would sometimes think of his days in his Pine Street apartment, with a touch of water vapor, sunshine, air conditioning, television, and fast food.
Rand never felt deeply happy or intensely happy because of those days, but the wonderful thing was that those days became the good medicine he used to numb himself when he was in pain, and when his spirit was about to collapse, He would let himself be in the memory to escape that maddening pain.
He would pick a random day in his memory, and then desperately echo what he did that day, what his breakfast was, what his midday behavior was, what bad things Munster (then a little fish) did, before he went to sleep, he Fairy tales to read to it...
It was with these seemingly boring, meaningless details that Rand survived the darkest days of his life, when he didn't feel at all that he might one day relive that peaceful and comfortable life.
It seems that he has made another wrong assumption about his life.
At least, above this destroyer's cold storage, he relives that everyday peaceful life in a subtle way. Of course, you have to ignore the goddamn environment - like the infected people who went to Alaska with them on the same boat...
When night came and his guard was relaxed, Rand would be held in Munster's arms and nimbly roamed the corridors and rooms. He peeked at the captain's secret files, crawled over the air vents to eavesdrop while the agents were meeting... The information he had collected over time allowed him to confirm what Simon was telling him.
And during the day when people came in and out of the cold storage, Rand and Munster would lie quietly in the comfortable lair to rest. They will enjoy the delicacy of naval supplies in a relatively unnoticeable way.
Slices of white bread served with black caviar, Rand cracked open a few pieces of melon, wrapped the delicate and sweet pulp with raw ham and cheese and made some snacks for Munster, of course, Munster was more interested in raw ham than Melon, his response to caviar was also very cold.
"It's not delicious."
It grumbled, complaining that they tasted like they stink.
Then, to prove that there's more to the bottom of the ocean than caviar, it gets Rand a whole tuna—and in order not to expose himself, Rand eats the fish by hiding in a cabin somewhere in the stern The fattest part, after which the rest is thrown back into the sea.
Then Munster brought him some juvenile conger eels, which looked translucent and had a plump and wonderful texture. In order to eat this unique ingredient, Rand had to steal another bottle of Japanese soy sauce from the kitchen... After using a few drops, that bottle of soy sauce also had to be thrown into the sea.
…
Their lives are not rich, but they are stable.
In order to express his sincerity, Simon provided them with some non-essential life items: pillows, toothbrushes, rechargeable night lights, and finally some novels...
""Super Gorgeous Underwater Lover"?"
When he got the novel, even Rand, who was taking the ruthless route, couldn't help looking at the title and asked a question.
He remembered that Simon was a genius with a high IQ...
"What's the matter? That thing isn't mine!"
Simon's face turned completely the color of cooked crab shells, and he almost jumped up from the bed, every strand of hair was full of angry molecules.
"I got it from Ryan's bedside! I thought it was my research report..."
He tried desperately to explain.
Rand blinked and gave Simon a thoughtful look.
"Oh, Ryan's bedside."
Rand repeated.
He felt that he might have become a little wicked too, seeing Simon turning red from head to toe, I'm afraid it was one of the few entertainments he had on this trip - God, you see he's become a man who makes fun of others Come and have fun.
"I have nothing to do with him! Don't look at me like that!"
Simon screamed at Rand.
When Rand was about to infiltrate his room a few days earlier, he had an unfortunate encounter with an embarrassing scene.
The tall, silent agent was kissing the red-faced genius doctor in front of him—and no doubt neither of them had any experience with it.
The whole kissing process was quite appalling (this appalling means that their front teeth collided, and when Simon was screaming, he found that there was blood flowing from the corner of the detective's mouth, that very bleak incisor collision accident was successful After that, Simon, and Rand and Munster, who were forced to eavesdrop, learned that Lane had seven teeth extracted by torture during the Iraq War.)
"...I don't know if I should tell you these things, Simon, they are the dark side of my life, but... I read some books that say sharing and love are really the only way to make those darks go away..." "
Ryan bit the absorbent cotton into the gap of his teeth and said to Simon as calmly as possible. He looks a little stiff, even with a hint of imperceptible shyness, but his attitude is very sincere.
"… "
Simon forced a smile at him after a moment of silence.
"I, I believe you can come out." He said, swallowing the "breakup declaration" with detailed reasons that had already been drafted in his belly.
…
Rand doesn't know what happened between the two of them after that, but from the point that Simon can freely enter and leave Ryan's room, maybe the relationship between the two of them is progressing well
Thinking of this, Rand showed some customary kindness.
He didn't say much, but quietly took Simon's gift and returned to his temporary "residence".
And on that night, when he opened the book for a long-lost reading, a message from the author on the cover of the book jumped into his eyes: "Only love and sharing can make you out of the long night of life - by Nicholas ·Little sweetheart
"Pfft..."
Rand almost couldn't help laughing.
Munster moved over, resting his chin on Rand's head, and his eyes fell on the book in his hand. On the cover, the white body of a young man is wrapped in the dark red tentacles of an octopus and is being dragged into the turbulent sea.
"Is it Hai's daughter?" it asked.
"Oh no... no... but it's also a love story, maybe..."
Rand habitually reached out and touched its cheek.
In this short moment, he seemed to have returned to the priority and bright time of a long time ago.
"Do you want to hear it? I can read it to you."
His mind moved slightly, and then he blurted out.
Munster pursed his lips and nodded—the scales on his tail and the light emitting from his hair had intensified to an obvious degree, and the ones embedded in the top of the nest by it had previously left Rand feeling speechless. The decorations reflected a shimmering shimmer.
At this moment, everything is so gentle and dreamy, dotted with star dust like a girl's dream.
Rand leaned his body against Munster's chest, moved the lamp to his hand, and began to whisper the words in the novel.
This is a story about a sea monster and a boy...
A young and naive rich boy is shipwrecked while participating in a beach reality show, and the ever-ugly Kraken rescues him, humbly helping the pampered human survive on the desert island in a covert manner. It doesn't even dare to show its true body in front of the other party's eyes, because it knows that the human will never like its appearance...
"Fortunately I'm not as ugly as it is," Munster's tail wrapped around Rand's thigh when he read the description of the sea monster's pain and despair, and it whispered gratefully, "My scales are still there. Pretty cool, right?"
It pretended to be nonchalant and said to Rand, but it kept glancing at his face.
Rand turned his head, looked at Munster, and nodded with a smile.
"Yes, you are beautiful."
he said in agreement.
And as of this part, the novel is, at best, a modern-day version of Notre Dame and a queer hybrid hodgepodge of The Daughters of the Sea, but when Rand turns the page again, the plot takes place very hilariously. Shocking change.
"...he was rudely dragged by the monster to the shallow bay, where the sun's rays all day warmed the water like a lover's skin... Wet, hot arms and feet left clear circular scars on his body, The scar made him feel very itchy, oh, and then it turned into a tingling... He felt like he was longing for something rougher... Before he could react, he felt his buttocks being ripped to the sides by something. Go... The suction cups on the tentacles are smeared with mucus and stick to the part that has absolutely no other use other than excretion... His body seems to melt, and the inside of the body emerges-"
Rand slammed the page shut, unable to bear it.
"Did you make a mistake..."
He murmured awkwardly, then realized his mouth was dry and his face flushed.
He couldn't believe it was a book so… unsuitable for reading aloud. And it wasn't until he turned the book back that he saw the book's conspicuous advertising slogan at the bottom of the introduction - beyond "Fifty Ashes of Gray", a textured romance novel that you can't extricate yourself from...
Rand thought he should complain about the damn ad. It should be printed on the cover.
"Sorry, Munster, I just didn't think of..."
Rand turned his head, stammering an attempt to explain the embarrassing scene.
When he saw Munster, however, he quickly realized that maybe he didn't need to...because Munster wasn't listening.
So what exactly is it doing
If we could rewind the footage, we would see that this extremely sturdy monster kept its previous posture after Rand's first sentence "You are beautiful", with wet eyes and fast blood circulation in his face. , the brain blankly looked at Rand's side face with a smirk.
Just giggling.
It wasn't until it met Rand's gaze that it seemed to wake up from a beautiful dream, sucked a little saliva that had secreted too much, it exuded a pink light, and said to Rand: "...Ran De, I think I'm so happy now."
"cough cough..."
Rand was almost choked by his now somewhat rare, silly speech.
He couldn't help but tap Munster's shoulder lightly with the book of that book.
"You really..."
He thought for a long time without thinking what to say to Munster, who held him tightly in his arms, his lips pressed together, and Rand's face fell dry and finely kissed. .
…
"crunch-"
At this time, the sound of the cold storage door being opened came from below them.
Rand's body froze suddenly, but then relaxed again.
Basically, with Munster by his side, nobody can do him harm, and Rand knows that.
"… Dude, I don't think things are right here."
At this time, a middle-accented male voice sounded.
Observing these days, Rand knew that the voice was coming from the second-class cook in the kitchen.
"What's not right? Where else could life on a ship be wrong..."
"Don't you think there's something missing here? The General's breakfast menu used to be a black truffle omelette, but I didn't find the damn black truffle... and a bottle of COLLECTION brandy... I remember there should be a few The number of bottles is not right…”
"If it's alcohol, why don't you ask Duncan? That guy is a real alcoholic, maybe he stole it."
"I've asked, and honestly, I don't think the number of cans of foie gras is right, maybe there are rats on this boat..."
"Haha, you're so funny, how is it possible, this is a destroyer, and the group of damn bastards checked her inside and out before leaving the port, and she also passed the test of harmless treatment - I think You are just thinking too much, listen to me, and ask Duncan, oh, by the way, he is also his little black-skinned servant, I always think his hands and feet are not very clean... "
…
The two chefs walked out while chatting.
Rand blinked and looked at Munster, who grinned and took out a wine bottle from behind him.
Well, it's the missing COLLECTION brandy.
"Hi, Munster!"
Rand muttered his name reproachfully.
"This is not right. Those who move too many things will be aware of our existence. We must maintain our concealment on the ship..."
"We're going to our destination soon, and those people won't be held accountable for it."
Munster said to Rand.
Compared to Rand, who is already similar to a human being, Munster is more suitable for wandering around to gather information that may be useful.
Rand sighed involuntarily.
…Yeah, we’re almost there.
After thinking about this, the emotions that were good before quickly became low.
Sometimes, Rand wished he could escape. Rescuing Vincent is definitely not an easy task, and it is foreseeable that it will be accompanied by a lot of death, blood, and struggle, just like those caused by Rand in the Deep White Mansion before. This makes Rand feel pain, but it is absolutely impossible for him to leave Vincent in the hands of humans and suffer, even if it hurts, he will still do whatever it takes to bring Vincent out of that secret military base...
"do not worry."
Munster surveyed Rand's expression.
"I'll help you, I'm strong now..."
It said nonchalantly, facing Rand's lows, there are some lows, and he can only try his best to comfort him in his own way.
Rand's mouth curled into a bitter smile, and he turned off the light.
In the darkness, there was only a shimmer of light from Munster's body.
Rand reached back and hugged Munster's body, burying his face in its neck.
"Yes, I know, you will help me."
Rand's muffled voice came out.
…
Munster's hand hesitated in the air for a moment, then slowly landed on Rand's shoulder blade. This fragile, slender human being is obviously so weak, but he is just unhappy, and Munster feels his heart hurts as if it is about to burst.
It knew Rand was very upset.
Over the past few nights, it had been awakened by the thin sobbing of Rand's arms overflowing in the darkness.
In his sleep, Rand slept like a baby, with his knees rolled up and his face buried in the gap between Munster's arms and chest, and he would cling to Mance like a drowning man grabbing a driftwood. Munster's arm, when he sobbed in his sleep, water vapor would appear on Munster's arm.
"I'm sorry, Mary... Contrast, I'm really sorry... I don't want to hurt you... Vincent, Vincent, I'm sorry, I'll come to save you, I swear..."
Rand would do it off and on, over and over in the dream.
And Munster will silently hug Rand tighter, almost as if he wants to embed the other's body in his own arms.
At times, Munster had really hoped, and if only Rand could have merged with it. Like conjoined twins, they share the same body and feel the same physiological reactions. No one can separate them except blood and death. Munster really hopes that he can be like Rand.