The odd-looking fish (Rand wasn't sure if he could really call it a "fish") naturally didn't answer him. It was still trying hard to get into that small corner, as if it didn't even notice if its now huge body looked a little funny there.
Of course, what's even more hilarious... Rand thinks he can see his depression in his back, oh my god. Rand groaned, clutching his forehead.
He actually thought a fish...or a strange amphibian had a lot of emotions, and Rand even thought he might be a little crazy.
He put the magazine in his hand aside, and although he didn't want to admit it, he found himself wondering if it was too much of a fuss to slap an animal with such a heavy magazine...
No, no, Rand, it's really weird.
Rand seemed to hear a voice in his heart saying so - his mind was tangled, and he didn't know what to do.
The doorbell rang just at this moment.
Rand subconsciously and nervously looked at the cast iron pan on the aquarium. It looked unusually heavy and reliable, which made Rand feel a little reassured. After making sure that the fish was unlikely to crawl out, Rand went to the door in a bit of embarrassment and opened it, even tripping over a log magazine rack in the process.
After opening the door, Rogers' face appeared behind the door. He applied fluorescent powder eyeliner today, and Rand noticed that his skin seemed to be a different bronzer than before. It is said to be the legendary tanning. . Needless to say, Rogers looked like a motor full of electricity—a stark contrast to the terrified, pale Rand.
"Rogers?"
Rand tried his best not to stare at Rogers' hair, which had been dyed a few rounds of yellow and black, making Rogers' head look like a circle. Strawberry leopard-skin hat, he wasn't sure if Rogers had come to show off his new hairstyle, and if so, Rand didn't think he could even think of a word to compliment it.
However, what happened next only proved that Rand thought too much. Rogers' expression was not good. He frowned his carefully drawn eyebrows and said with a hint of distress: "Sorry, I just wanted to ask, do you still have aspirin there?"
"aspirin?"
Rand blinked, he felt a little confused.
Rogers shrugged his shoulders at him, and then pointed to his head: "Oh, I don't know what's going on, I suddenly felt a little headache just now, but I don't even know where my medicine cabinet is... You know, I usually Don't eat that stuff much," he said, rubbing his forehead, "but I think I need it now."
"Oh, of course. I think I have some."
Rand lets Rogers in and gets him some juice.
He headed to the bathroom, hoping he could find some aspirin behind the mirror—caroline had some essential medicine for him, if nothing else. And what he thought was right, he quickly found the transparent yellow medicine box and walked out with it.
Rogers was standing in front of the aquarium at this time, frowning at the contents.
"Rogers?"
It wasn't until Rand got very close that Rogers noticed Rand's arrival.
"Do you know what kind of fish this is?"
Rand couldn't help asking, he stood with Rogers and watched the aquarium not moving very much (at the same time looking very depressed) Munster, gave aspirin to Rogers, who directly put the juice in his mouth A few pills were stuffed in, but even now his eyes were still on Munster's naked tail.
The scales on Munster's tail are a beautiful blue, so bright that one can't help but think of the poisonous little creatures in the animal kingdom.
Rogers' eyes were a little focused, and he seemed to care a little about Munster's strangeness (even if Munster only had his tail outside at this time).
After hearing Rand's words, Rogers pouted.
"Oh no, I don't know, for God's sake I've never passed my biology exam," he tapped the aquarium wall with his hand, "I just think it looks a lot bigger than it used to be. And You use a cast-iron griddle to decorate the aquarium for this…”
"Ah, that was just an accident," Rand said dryly beside him. "Just because it changed a lot... maybe I was feeding too much chicken breast."
He wanted to tell Rogers about the strange changes that had happened to Munster, but the cynicism he encountered on the fish forum before made him feel a little uneasy.
He wasn't quite sure if Rogers would want to take his word for it, after all, it was a strange enough thing for a fish to suddenly grow claws and tentacles.
During the time he hesitated, his doorbell rang again.
Rand's attention was temporarily pulled away. He frowned unconsciously, feeling a little strange. After all, he was not the kind of person who would have many visitors.
This time it was the janitor of the apartment who was knocking on the door, and he looked a little frowning, and then he asked two things, one if he had seen Mrs Smith during this time, and the second if he had Headache and diarrhea appear.
"...I'm not sure if there is a problem with the water tank, maybe the bacteria exceeds the limit or something else." The administrator rubbed his hair vigorously, frowning tightly, obviously the second thing was more important than the first. Things bothered him more." But in just a short period of time, several residents have told me that they have severe headaches and diarrhea, mainly on the floors where you are, you know, this It could get serious and I want to make sure first."
Unlike other people in the apartment, the administrator knew that the young man in front of him was not an ordinary person—he had seen those silent renovation teams, and he had also seen how the luxury furniture was moved into this room like water. apartment. Most importantly, of course, after the apartment was completely renovated, the arrogant guys in black suits gave him enough money to make him even more fond of the owner of this apartment.
That's probably why he's been extra gentle with Rand, even if he doesn't admit it so willingly.
"Headache? Oh, no, I don't."
Rand blinked in confusion, thinking of Rogers almost immediately.
"Rogers, did your headache start this morning too?"
He stuck his head out from behind the door and asked Rogers.
Rogers came over immediately, and he gave the administrator a smile.
"Ah, yes, but thanks to Rand's aspirin, I'm feeling better now."
The administrator's expression became more worried after receiving the reply.
"Oh, damn, I think I should call and report this... ah, by the way, Mr. Rogers, have you seen Mrs. Smith lately?"
He suddenly remembered that although this matter was not important, the administrator still asked casually.
A happy light flashed quickly across Rogers' eyes.
He thought of the head of the old man soaked in yellowish preservative in his log cabin, where her pain seemed to be frozen forever through the taxidermy - like a butterfly forever fixed in the same as in the specimen box.
People are always happy to appreciate that beauty.
…
"I don't think so, she hasn't shown up for days... what's the matter?"
Rogers' voice had just the right amount of urban indifference, and it was just perfect.
"Her mailbox is full and I don't think she's been out for days... I think I'm probably going to have to call her guardian a little over the size of the phone, heck..."
The caretaker finally left Rand's door with a grumbling dissatisfaction. His last order was that Rand had better not touch any liquid coming out of the faucet until he called someone to clean the tank.
"Looks like I have to go to the supermarket, my refrigerator is empty," Rand said with a wry smile at Rogers, then his eyes fell unconsciously on Munster's aquarium, "and I think I probably Will need a new aquarium."
He actually hasn't figured out what to do with the monster, but at least he can get it a new tank... Rand thinks maybe, just maybe, the little monster is because of the current tank It's too small to want to come out, and he hopes to improve this.
After that he thought about how to deal with it properly.
Rogers twitched the corners of his mouth.
"To thank you for your aspirin, I think I can take you to the supermarket." He took out the car key from his pocket and shook it at him.
Rand does have to thank Rogers for his help.
After all, the aquarium he needed wasn't a gadget, and Rand could only pre-order the aquarium in that store, and someone would come to install it in a week's time—which was more or less a relief to Rand, he never Neither are very good at dealing with those water filters and oxygen pumps.
The only small problem was when filling out the aquarium spec sheet... Rand stared at the fish species on the sheet for a while.
Finally, he checked the "Other" option.
Rogers leaned his head from behind and looked at the form in Rand's hand: "Where did you get that fish from, and you don't even know what species it is..."
He seemed a little interested in the little monster, Rand thought, and again he hesitated to tell Rogers what had happened to it.
But in the end he gave up the idea.
"Well, just some coincidence."
Rand played it off vaguely.
He had always felt stupid for bringing the fish to Kansas next to the reef in a water jug, and he didn't want to expose his occasional stupidity in front of Rogers, his new friend. (Based on the experience of the past two decades, Rand felt that he did not have many opportunities to meet more kind and kind friends like Rogers, and he cherished this friendship - even in those lovely and delicious. for cookies.)
Then the two of them went to Kristin's daily necessities market to buy some things, except that some people thought he and Rogers were a couple, everything went smoothly.
Of course, the definition of "smooth" can only refer to the time before they meet the crazy cop at the cashier.