Washington —
Deep White Biotechnology Headquarters
9:00AM EST
Caroline stepped on high heels from the corridor on the top floor of the building all the way towards Vincent's office, the sharp breath and her bright red soles made her look like she had just walked through a pool of blood. The blonde woman tried her best to keep the surface calm, but the sound of the heels touching the smooth marble floor still caught the attention of the two bodyguards standing at the door, and Caroline could feel their gazes on her. .
She gave them a perfunctory smirk and pushed open the office door without knocking.
Vincent was lying down on the black geometric sofa resting—the video conference with the Ministry of Defense had just ended, and he managed to play down the accident as much as possible and seemed to have managed to perfunctory it, although after doing all this, He looks like a ghost now.
Hearing Caroline's footsteps, he opened his mouth with his eyes closed.
"So what bad news did you bring me?"
Caroline stood by the sofa and stared at Vincent's bloodless cheeks, and found that she even had a hesitation that she couldn't bear to speak.
"Vincent..."
"Go ahead."
"The special forces have no way to get close to the laboratory. Ten kilometers is the limit they can achieve. The defense device we provided them has a very weak interception effect on infrasound waves. In addition, all the delivery equipment and weapons have malfunctioned, and , There were casualties in this operation..." Caroline lowered her head and said quickly, she felt as if her heart was pinched by an invisible hand, she couldn't even breathe, "This is an orange... No, there is no way we can hide the red-level accident, Vincent, if it continues like this, things will be completely beyond our control, we have seen the data of those subjects, they are so, so... smart, Smart and with that disgusting ability, once they escape, humans will be their most likely targets for revenge. A lot of people will die, and I'm sure, a lot of people will die."
Caroline said these words in pain, and then met Vincent's eyes.
His red eyes were set in the white to blue, bloodless face, almost like a White Walker crawling out of a horror novel.
Caroline felt cold air coming out of her back, not because of anything else, but because Vincent didn't have a trace of emotion in his eyes at this time.
"Once the government steps in, there's no question that the company will completely lose control of the Siren program," Vinson sat up slowly from the couch, pointing a finger at Caroline, who seemed to be Frightened, he slowly sat beside Vincent.
Vincent stretched out his hand and squeezed Caroline's chin, forcing her to face him, staring at each other without the slightest possibility of escaping.
"We all know what's wrong with the guy who got away. It's very likely to find Rand. I must have complete, complete control of the entire Siren program. Only then can I fully guarantee Rand's safety. I have to protect him. ,You know."
Caroline's body trembled slightly, and she clearly knew that this extremely terrifying man in front of her was completely different from the one she knew and loved deeply. He was pulled back to the past again, and that hellish memory gave birth to this man dressed in text. The demon of the forest skin, and there is no temperament that a human being should have in this demon's world.
A trace of tears trembled in her eyes, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva dryly, and tried to explain dryly: "That kind of idea is just a possibility, and the Siren's mind may not be able to receive such complex human emotions. …I mean, they don’t even have siblings in their world, they don’t understand what you think about Rand…”
"it."
Vincent corrected grimly.
"what?"
"It, Subject 7371," Vincent said, letting go of Caroline and running his hands into his silver hair, "it has my genes on it, no... it's me! That damn experiment made us Such a similar being, Caroline, that's why you can never understand the feeling, if you do, you can understand why I do it, I have to do it. You know, I can clearly feel it …clear, so I know it can feel me too. You use so many words to describe the connection, 'spiritual infiltration', 'spiritual synchrony'...but the one who feels it, it's me, only Me! I need control, control everything, make sure Rand doesn't get hurt! Damn it!"
Vincent's voice grew louder and louder, like the roar of a beast, and then suddenly stopped abruptly.
He did not go on.
He had no intention of showing more of his heart in front of Caroline—about his feelings for Rand.
Human reason and morality allow this human named Vincent Sivers to know how to control himself and put a shackle on himself, so that he will not hurt his most precious existence with that kind of hellfire-like emotion. Yet the emotion was so turbulent and intense... Vincent was so sure that the beast could feel it too, and that the beast didn't know how to control himself.
Once thinking of this, a strong sense of unease made Vincent feel extremely restless.
He squeezed Caroline's hand.
"You're sure Rand is okay now, right?"
Caroline trembled heavily, and she nodded timidly.
"Yes, I promise, I will record his news every day—you can see it every day, you know." There was almost no strength in her body, and she could only try to control her tears, and finally she tentatively opened her mouth. Ask: "Perhaps, you should meet him? Keep him safe?"
When Vincent was extremely nervous, it was easy for him to fall into the current state of being out of control, and Rand's presence would make the situation much better. Caroline almost instinctively wanted to make Vincent better off, so she made this suggestion.
She thought that Vincent would agree without hesitation as usual, but this time, Vincent shook his head resolutely (even though Caroline could clearly see how much Vincent felt in his heart when he made this decision pain).
"No, I shouldn't see him, that damn fish is getting stronger mentally now, I have no way to ensure that my emotions and thoughts don't continue to pour into the past... Rand's safety is the most important thing, I should keep with him Distance - just make sure he's safe, Caroline, you swear you'll do everything you can to protect him, right?"
"Yes, I... I promise."
Caroline said dryly, the pain in her heart finally brought tears to her eyes.
Oh God, she called out from the bottom of her heart.
If this is the consequence of what I did, please let this punishment end soon.
It's all so painful, I can't take it anymore.
Recalling what happened in the past, Caroline felt that her breathing became more and more difficult.
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"... If you hear this sentence, it proves that I am super busy right now. If you have anything, please leave a message after the beep, and I will call you as soon as possible... "
Rand froze for a moment and realized that the brisk, girly voice on the phone was nothing but Caroline's phone recording. It was the first time he had called the number and got a message instead of Caroline herself, so he didn't even respond. A slight embarrassment made him stuck for a moment, he opened his mouth, and found that he didn't know how to speak at all.
Although his call this time is only to hope that Caroline can recommend him a Kansas vet.
He means, a veterinarian who can treat fish diseases.
Or in other words, a veterinarian who can figure out why a fish nests in a tank and seals itself in, and doesn't come out for 24 hours.
Rand came to the front of the aquarium holding the phone. He bent down and squinted at the "cocoon" for the countless times. Before that, he touched it tentatively, and found that the originally soft and elastic outer wall became as hard as a stone, and after a night, the original white shell began to gradually darken, and occasionally you could see Some of the chips flake off like scales. Rand can be said to be watching the thing in the aquarium in horror, but as it changes, Rand becomes more and more uneasy.
In general, chipping is not a good sign.
Rand was even foolish enough to stick his ear to the glass wall of the aquarium, trying in vain to hear something, but it didn't do him any good other than twist his neck.
Fortunately, very occasionally, a series of tiny air bubbles would emerge from the "cocoon" out of nowhere, somewhat proving that Munster might still be alive.
After a restless night, Rand finally dialed Caroline.
But, phone recording
Rand clearly remembered that she once said to him with a smile that unless a nuclear bomb was about to explode, or the stock price of Deep White Biotechnology fell below nine cents, she would definitely answer his call...
Well, with that in mind, Rand found his request for a veterinarian even more inarticulate.
Maybe I should figure it out myself.
Rand heard a voice in his heart say so.
"Uh, that, nothing really happened, I just wanted to make sure you were all well, after all, Vincent didn't call me either..."
As soon as he said the words, Rand slammed his head into the aquarium.
Oh no, why am I mentioning this!
He screamed in his heart... He just mentioned Vincent in a panic because he was too nervous, but it is very likely that he will receive a series of phone calls from Vincent. Just thinking about that terrifying scene made Rand feel like his scalp was going numb.
"Please act like I didn't say anything, well, I'm really just here to make sure. I hope things are going well on your side, I'll hang up first."
As if the phone could grow teeth to bite his fingers, Rand hung up with panic.
His forehead was a little cold, and the whole person remained there with his forehead pressed against the wall of the aquarium.
Looking at it from this angle, the "cocoon" that Rand and Munster stayed in seemed to be in the same space.
A small piece of translucent film peeked out from behind the dark, cracked path.
…
Rand stared blankly at the place for a few seconds and then suddenly realized - damn, that's Munster's "cocoon".
It fell off again, perhaps because of the shock from Rand's "headbutt" just now. A transparent membrane the size of a little finger cap emerged, and Rand struggled to get his face close to the aquarium, trying with difficulty to see something behind the membrane.
Suddenly, a red pupil suddenly turned and appeared in Rand's field of vision, instead of the small piece of film looking at Rand.