Location: Secret Nursing Ward of Deep White Biotechnology Headquarters in Washington, USA Countless tubes protruded from the light green machine and were attached to the man on the hospital bed with protective tape.
"Body temperature and blood pressure are normal..."
Simon looked over at Ryan's data and said.
He looked a little smaller than before - the words crossed in Simon's head.
Compared with Simon, who has regained his mobility (though still very weak), Ryan's situation is indeed not optimistic.
After all, his internal organs were almost shattered in that horrific accident. Although Shenbai later transplanted artificial organs to him, he still suffered from peritonitis and septic shock. If it weren't for the fact that the upper management of Deep White finally realized at this stage that if Ryan died under the care of Deep White, it might lead to the Pentagon's greater suspicion of the SIREN-∏ Floating Island Laboratory accident. Simon believes that what he is facing today is absolutely Not just a seriously ill patient who looked abnormally thin due to muscle atrophy, but a cold tombstone.
Thinking of this, Simon felt a tight stomach, and then he undid the lab coat on his body.
The other two CIAs in the ward became tense for a moment, they walked towards Simon, and then grabbed his hand.
"What do you want to do?"
A CIA, Simon believes that he should be Ryan's friend, because his emotions are very exposed, he whispered to Simon.
Simon blinked, and he slowly pulled his arm out of the CIA's hand.
"You should be careful."
He said, then in front of the CIA, he pulled out the test tube that had been smuggled in from his sleeve.
"what is this?"
The other party stared at Simon sternly. Even if he thought with the head of a guinea pig, he could know that the front-line personnel of the government have completely lost their trust in Shenbai Biotechnology.
Simon knew this, so for the first time, he didn't make any sarcasm but explained it carefully - after all, he clearly knew that if he didn't explain clearly to the nervous black people what this thing was, they would Nor would Simon be allowed to use it on Ryan.
Considering the energy and the risk Simon would take to get this thing out of the lab, Simon would never allow that to happen.
"This is one of the best healing preparations you can find in the world, and in ancient legends we call it the 'Fountain of Youth'."
The corner of the CIA's mouth curled into a sneer of disdain.
"'Fountain of Youth'? Are you kidding? Or did you watch too much bullshit Pirates of the Caribbean last night..."
"No, of course not," Simon took a deep breath to keep the preparation calm, "but some key points in the legend are not wrong, the merman and the fountain of youth—in fact, the so-called 'fountain of youth', referring to It is a special liquid secreted by mermaids. It has strong bioactive ingredients to help heal wounds, and there are some special ingredients in it that can inhibit almost all infections, and it can stimulate the body's own cell vitality, according to Some of the experiments we've done, it can be absolutely therapeutic for all conditions known to humans, including advanced cancer, AIDS, and even rabies - it's exactly what Lane needs right now."
"need?"
A smile appeared on the CAI's face, he looked at Simon, and repeated the word.
The next second, he suddenly pulled Simon out of the wheelchair. He stuck Simon's collar and pushed him heavily against the wall. He approached Simon and whispered to him word by word.
"Do you think I'll believe your nonsense? If there really is such a so-called magical thing, why did you bring it out at this time? And, it's you? Don't think that if you hook up with us, we will believe it. You—who knows if you're someone from Deep White, you all want Ryan to die, everyone knows this, because Ryan knows your dirty little secrets..."
"Why I didn't take out the Fountain of Youth until this moment, because we didn't get enough doses until the early hours of yesterday," Simon frowned slightly at the snort that the CIA sprayed on his face, but his voice was abnormal Calmly, "Do you think it is aspirin that is produced in unlimited quantities? In the mermaid group, generally only the main body of the group, the red scales, will secrete this liquid. Fortunately, a batch of our experimental subjects were released yesterday. Some changes began to take place, and the secretion of the 'Fountain of Youth' entered a vigorous period..."
This special liquid of the mermaid, or "fountain of youth", can be said to be a gift in the world of sirens.
As a red scale, it will secrete this liquid after some hunts and give it to its clan as a reward, but still only a little, because only the strongest merfolk can secrete it. If there must be an exception, it is at maturity, when a red squamous gonad is mature and ready to find its mate, it enters the secretory phase with its entire population, during which time, They will secrete this liquid at all costs - the smell of the 'Fountain of Youth' can spread through the ocean through ocean currents, and when another red-scaled siren senses a special smell, it will pursue this smell.
If it is not a strong enough mermaid, it is difficult to support such a large dose of liquid secretion, which is the most intuitive survival of the fittest in the entire siren population.
…
For Rand Sivers, who was far away in Kansas, he seemed unable to understand this kind of behavior of the merman.
In other words, he didn't even know how precious the strange liquid all over his body was, he just thought it was terribly disgusting.
After hearing the monster behind the door shout the word "Rand", he could only give one explanation: the smell of those bloody fluids had completely screwed his head.
Whether it's auditory hallucinations or something else, in short, everything is so wrong.
Rand stared intently at the red eyes that always existed in the hole, and his body was covered in cold sweat from fear. After a few seconds he struggled to his feet, holding the edge of the bathtub, fumbling with one hand to open the bathroom transom.
It was a little difficult but eventually he did it, a gust of warm fresh air drifted into the bathroom with the night breeze. And Rand was breathing desperately like a fish out of water.
However, the voice never disappeared, it sounded like a voice coming from a person's chest, very low.
"...Lan...de...Lan...de..."
The monster was like a parrot, stuttering a little at first, but soon it seemed to have found a trick, and it started calling Rand's name again and again outside the door.
Rand thought he might be going crazy.
The mucus dripped from his hair and dripped right above his eyebrows, and Rand raised his hand tremblingly and ran his hair through his palm, but it didn't work out well.
His hands were also full of that secretion.
Maybe this is the digestive juice, Rand suddenly thought, this is a bit funny, but at this time he can't completely control his thinking that is about to go crazy.
Those monster movies sometimes have a plot where they inject digestive juices into their prey, turning them into a limp mass - and after a while Rand realizes that's not a monster movie The plot, that's what Munster has done before.
Those crows and bats that look like they're wrapped in gelatinous secretions...
"Oh no… "
Rand felt that he was overturned by a dizzy wave, and his body became so icy cold that he fell into an ice cave in the Arctic in an instant.
Those details, the details that he had ignored in his panic, suddenly replayed in his mind like a slideshow at this moment.
Pale blue scales—
The tentacles on the head—
The lair under the bed—
…
"Crack... Crack... Crack..."
Rand's spirit fell into a trance, but soon, another voice brought him back to his senses.
He shuddered violently, forcing himself to focus his distracted eyes, and then he saw the hole in the door.
The hole that was full of stubble was bigger now because the monster was chewing on the wood of the door with its two mouthparts. It was very fast, and the wood in its mouth was like fine cheese, and it didn't take long for Rand to find that he could see its face clearly.
It grinned again at Rand.
"Rand..."
it shouted.
This time it didn't even sound like a real human, as if Rand met a familiar one one day and he tapped Rand on the shoulder and called out the name.
However, it was this "normal" that made Rand's fears peak.
He grabbed the shower gel on the edge of the bathtub and threw it at the monster, then the soap, and the shampoo.
Each of them hit the monster's face with precision, and when it hit the shampoo, the monster's mouth snapped open.
It chewed up that plastic box.
The bright red strawberry shampoo fell from its white teeth.
"Go away... get out of the monster..."
Rand growled at it.
And while the nictitating membranes (an even more unsuccessful blink) do not flash across its four eyes at the same time, it doesn't seem satisfied with the taste of strawberry shampoo...
"... get out... open... man... st... t... "
It stared at Rand as it spit out shampoo desperately.
He really likes the pronunciation of "Munster", which makes him very pleasant and friendly, he doesn't quite understand the meaning of "go away", but it makes him happy to be able to learn a new vocabulary.
"Get out of Munster..."
It repeated Rand's words, and it wanted Rand to be happy.