"Anyway, your wound needs some treatment."
Rogers said to Rand.
He took the key from Rand's trembling hand and opened the door for him.
There was a clear sound of water coming from the direction of the aquarium, and after hearing the sound, Munster quickly stuck his head out from behind the aquarium wall. It rested the blue head on top of the acrylic panel, watching Rogers and Rand motionless.
"Haw... Haw?"
Some unintelligible sounds rolled out of its throat, but in this state Rand found that he didn't have the extra energy to deal with it.
He found some "venison" from the refrigerator and handed it to Munster, trying to distract the little monster in this way. But he soon discovered that Munster, who had always been appetizing, was showing little interest this time around.
It just stuck its head out, smelled Rand's hand lightly with its wet mouth, and then turned around and ran back into the aquarium.
At the bottom it clawed at the transparent walls of the aquarium, where it continued to stare at Rand with an odd look.
"Hey, Munster? What's going on?" Rand yelled at it, and then he looked back at Rogers and said in a phantom, "Rogers? Munster looks a little off... it's not eating... press It should like this thing..."
Probably because Mick's experience made him feel the impact, at this time his eyes were as illusory as a sleepwalker, and his spirit was very trance, with a strange fragility.
He looked like a person made of thin glass, and it seemed that with a light tap with his fingers, the thin and transparent outline would be completely shattered into powder.
Rogers rubbed his eyebrows, then he sighed, reaching out from behind again, and taking the things in Rand's hands aside.
"Don't worry, it looks normal, if you must be worried, you can check its mouth later, maybe there is debris stuck in the teeth, by the way, I got some new research and development for reptile pets. Toothbrush, I think you might need it..."
Rogers rambled like a rapping girl, but there was a very special calm in his voice.
Then he pressed Rand on the sofa, and very skillfully found medicine to treat the wound on his body.
Under such circumstances, Rand unconsciously relaxed his spirits, he was very depressed, and naturally, he revealed the things that he had been attacked by his former victims...
With his back to Rand, Rogers' eyes instantly became cold and hard like frozen black crystals.
"So, you really forgot everything."
Rogers blinked, and he turned his head to look at Rand inquiringly.
Rand's breath stopped, and every muscle in him became tense like a stone. He was nervous, even though he was hiding it.
"…I don't understand what you mean," Rand said dryly.
"Those things, those things that happened when you were kidnapped, don't you remember at all? I heard that you were kidnapped for two years? Don't you have anything to remember during that long period of time? thing?"
As Rogers spoke, he lowered his eyes, and he came to Rand's side, unable to control his gaze on the finger marks on Rand's neck.
Over time, the marks became more visible and horrific on Rand's skin.
But when Rogers finished sterilizing and applied ointment to the scar that had turned purple-red due to congestion, he couldn't help but gently folded his fingers over the scar.
Rand trembled involuntarily from the coldness of his fingers. Rogers could clearly feel his heart beating faster, and at the same time, the temperature of his cheekbones was rising.
Even in the fantasy, the sight of a human being stuck in his neck, compressing his trachea, forcing his body to struggle without oxygen, made Rogers feel an indescribable joy.
He even thought he might show his ungodly side in front of Rand - of course, eventually he held back, he just kept those finger marks firmly in his mind obsessively, like a miser holding gold coins Locked in your own safe.
In reality, his actions were so secretive that even Rand didn't notice it.
The latter was biting his lip unconsciously at this time, avoiding Rogers' gaze.
"I don't know, Rogers, I did forget everything, although a lot of people insist it was just a self-defense, knowing that a lot of people knew that the kidnapper was 'good' to me at the time, and they felt that I had been turned into a Being a part of that 'family', there have been many people who said that when that person committed the murder, I was there for a while... and I couldn't even really deny it, I lost my memory..."
There was a deep sense of guilt in Rand's tone.
As he said it himself, in fact, even he himself could not confirm whether he really became an accomplice in that time when his memory was blank, as some people said.
Some media once managed to get the material involved in the case, which was a roll of video recorded by the victim's baby monitoring device.
In that room, Lina Mackinson, the lunatic known for her coldness and cruelty, treated Rand as tenderly as she would a crystal flower. And the most frightening thing is that in the video, people actually heard Rand speak.
He shouted the word to Lina - "Mom".
In fact, the FBI's internal psychological evaluation team has made a comment on Rand's situation at the time. During the two-year kidnapping life, he is likely to be brainwashed and controlled.
Of course, this conclusion was quickly changed by Vincent with money, and it never appeared in the information accessible to the general public.
Rand was just a victim, and that's what it was all about—now, that's what all the media used to say about the "Lilith" kidnapping sixteen years ago.
And Rand doesn't know what Vincent did in it...
Rogers patted his face.
"Hey man, cheer up, it's not your fault," he said to Rand, and after a brief hesitation he took out a pen and wrote down a cell phone number on the back of the magazine.
"I've been a little hesitant to give you that number until now, his name is Alfred Worden, and I can assure you he's the best psychiatrist in the entire northern hemisphere, and he's recently hosted a very successful Gao's new experimental project, and the content is mainly for human memory loss... If you feel that you need, or want to try to retrieve your memory, you can call him."
Rand looked at Rogers with wide eyes, he found the sincere concern on the latter's face, and he also had a wonderful feeling that Rogers was very happy to see him get back his lost memories... This is similar to Vincent and Card Lorraine is the exact opposite, Rand has always known that they are very resistant to Rand's attempt to retrieve his memory, especially Caroline, who insists that it will affect Rand's life now.
Not long ago, Rand himself felt that finding those buried memories might not be a good thing for him now. But when he actually faced the victims of that tragedy, he became uncertain.
Rogers left after helping Rand with all of his wounds.
"I know what you probably need most right now is not company but solitude... if you don't count the little guy next to you."
He smiled and pointed to Munster.
By the way, he also left some plastic bags, which are said to be the fish food specially developed for carnivorous fish recently developed by his studio, and the toothbrush for reptiles that he mentioned earlier.
I have to say, Rodgers made Rand feel a lot better.
After he left, Rand made himself a cup of coffee and turned on the TV, but he couldn't concentrate.
The room seemed a little too quiet.
After a while he suddenly realized what was missing in this space - the sound of water, the sound of chirps.
Munster was unnervingly quiet today.
Rand couldn't help returning to the aquarium again. He first crouched down and carefully observed the Munster in the aquarium. Its scales were still brightly colored, and its size seemed to be larger than the last time he observed it. Some, but it didn't have the liveliness that gave Rand a headache before.
Rand had to pat the aquarium wall.
"Do you think you're going out?"
He whispered to Munster,
Munster slowly emerged from the water, and Rand hugged it (though it got his clothes soaking wet), finding it heavier than before.
After this period of feeding, Munster's body length is nearly 70 cm, and its scales are very fine and hard, and it feels cold and smooth to the touch. Sometimes Rand would see something sliding under the red striped epidermis behind his eyes, like a human pupil dilating and contracting in the light, but the thin film made it hard for him to really. See the activity of that thing.
At this moment, Rand noticed that there were some wrinkles on the surface of the two stripes, and the film began to whiten and harden, as if it was about to fall off.
"Damn, what happened?"
Rand's brows furrowed tightly, and he stretched out his hand to try to peel off the small piece of skin that was about to fall off, but Munster immediately let out a sharp scream.
It struggled frantically in Rand's arms, and Rand felt sharp pains in his arms and shoulders, the pain caused by Munster's claws hooking into his skin and scratching. But at this moment, Rand couldn't care about it at all. He was taken aback by Munster's abnormal reaction. The little monster who loved Rand's embrace had never shown such fierce resistance, and at the same time—
"boom-"
Suddenly, from outside his balcony, there was the muffled sound of something hitting the glass window.