"… "
Rand is speechless
After a while, he stammered, "Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything... I mean, someone's going to take care of that stuff, right? Anywhere... I mean, no matter what. Anywhere... I could have something like this... Maybe a plane crash, maybe a nuclear power plant leak... You can't always make me move out because of this..."
He didn't realize it himself, his tone weakened. After all, Rand has never been a good brawler.
He clearly knew that what Vincent was doing was wrong, but when the other party presented evidence, his language was so poor that he couldn't refute it at all.
It's just a leak of chemical raw materials...
He thought, and he's been there all afternoon today, he may have cut his hand, but he's coming back safe, even if Vincent didn't send the damn helicopter and mercenaries to pick him up He can also get home safely. However, these are all weak and pale in front of Vincent's neuroticism. This man known as "Brother" obviously has a mode of thinking that normal people can't understand. In Rand's view, maybe only the mother with postpartum depression They can resonate with Vincent.
"The water has the potential to be contaminated."
Vinson said, raising his eyebrows slightly and looking at Rand with that intense worrying look, his voice was mechanical, and he seemed more nervous.
The silver moonlight came in from the only window in the room and cast on Vincent's white hair and cheeks, and now he was like a white ghost shadow.
"I'm worried about you, Rand, I'm very, very worried about you... I lost you once, I won't make a second mistake..."
He kept repeating this sentence.
Rand's stomach felt heavy, as if someone was pulling at his innards. He sighed deeply, stepped forward, and sat beside Vincent.
He reached out and hugged Vincent, feeling the trembling of the other's shoulder under his palm.
"It's all over, I'm back, I'm back, so you don't have to worry about it," he said to Vincent, "I know it hurt you, but Vincent, look at me..."
He looked at Vincent's red eyes.
This distance almost allowed him to see his own reflection in Vincent's eyes.
"Look at me, Vincent, I'm not a child anymore, I can protect myself."
Vincent's eyes dimmed, and he grabbed Rand's arm, looking anxious and nervous.
"No, Rand, you have to go to Kansas, you have to stay away from water..."
"Okay, okay!" Rand had to throw up his hands in frustration. "I'm going to Kansas, but we have to say one thing. I'm going to Kansas, and you give up monitoring me."
"I never intended to spy on you."
"Well, you never spied on me, you just watched me… in every way… Vincent, I can't stand this, you know."
Rand said helplessly.
Vincent's impatience became more evident, and he tangled with Rand for a while... Rand began to thank him for the patience and self-control he had trained in dealing with the old ladies during his time as a librarian.
He eventually persuaded Vinson.
"Well, Kansas is Kansas. You better swear to God you're really not going to watch me, or watch me, or stalk me... you know what I mean."
Rand said to Vinson. He could never trust Vincent's promise, but he knew that Vincent was a devout religious lover, and he had seen Vincent's prayer room during the time he was with Vincent. He can only count on Vincent's belief in religion to overcome his paranoia.
Vincent showed a hurt expression.
"I don't need to swear to you," he said. "I'll do it."
Rand twitched his lips, and Vincent's gaze made him feel the hairs stand upside down again, and he didn't even dare to turn around to clean up his things - of course, there was actually nothing to clean up.
The next thing became much simpler. Rand carried his interview bag directly and boarded the private jet that Vincent prepared for him, and this journey was even faster than Rand imagined, so fast that he could There was a hint of doubt: Vincent's fear of the so-called chemical raw material leak seems a bit unreasonable, and he is simply crazy to make Rand as far away from the Blue Moon Coast as possible...
And Kansas is right in the middle of the United States, far from the coast.
Rand couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at Vincent. It was just a passing glance. Vincent, who had closed his eyes before, opened his eyes almost instantly.
"Rand, what do you need?"
"No, nothing is needed."
Rand averted his gaze stiffly.
Considering that Vincent's mental state has not been very reassuring, perhaps this violent reaction is normal. Rand quickly dismissed this doubt.
The apartment Vinson had prepared for him was at the top of a building, and to Rand's relief, everything was working fine. The so-called normal means that there is no luxurious decoration, it is not a luxurious manor, and there is no coquettish bunny girl in his bed ready to accompany the bed. Rand looked around the room, the grey carpet and walls were clearly new, the furniture looked very comfortable (Rand refused to imagine the price of the furniture), except that the whole room looked like an advertising room because it was too tidy, There are few downsides.
Rand didn't know who gave Vincent the idea, but he really thanked that person for letting Vincent finally learn to choose an apartment suitable for normal people to live in.
"I like it, thanks, Vincent."
He turned his head and said to Vincent.
Vincent seemed very excited and happy, and his state even made Rand couldn't help but reflect on whether he was usually too bad for him.
Vincent leaned over and kissed Rand's temple. Rand's body trembled a little, but he didn't avoid it in the end.
He'd seen a video of himself and Vincent when they were kids, where six-year-old Vincent kissed Rand, who was still a baby, with a smile on his parents' laughter.
"As long as you like it, Rand, I just wish you all the best..."
He seemed to want to say something else, but another person, perhaps his secretary, stepped forward with a solemn expression and handed him a phone.
Vincent's face became very ugly after answering that call, his eyes seemed to be even redder than before, a ghostly light flickered in his eyes, but he suppressed it after a moment.
Even so, Rand couldn't help but fight a cold war.
The news from the secretary must be a very tricky one, Rand knew. Otherwise, Vincent would never have to leave in a hurry like now, and his obsession with Rand will always be scary. However, Rand found that he still felt uncontrollably relaxed and happy about Vincent's departure.
"I'm sorry, I think I have to leave... Rand, you promise you will protect yourself." Before leaving, he asked Rand again to assure him.
"I promise."
Rand said to him, suppressing his cheerfulness.
"I just want you to be well."
Vincent stared at him deeply.
…
Watching Vincent leave, Rand rushed back to the apartment as fast as he could, then closed the door. He leaned against the door, letting out a long sigh of relief.
He even had the illusion that his whole body was much lighter.
Until this time, he did not have the strength to breathe freely.
After a short rest, he opened the closet, which was neatly stocked with clothes for all occasions. Rand looked at the labels, and unsurprisingly found that they were all brands that he could not afford in the previous ten years of work.
Rand couldn't help loosening the zip tie he bought at the supermarket—he thought Vincent might just faint if he saw it.
"Okay, calm down. After all, he has already promised you not to monitor anymore."
Rand murmured to the haggard man in the mirror. After a few minutes, he dragged his heavy body to the living room and picked up his interview bag.
Although there is nothing, but I always want to pack up, thinking like this, Landra opened the zipper...
"Oh, hell!"
He stared at the sports bottle in his bag and couldn't help cursing.
He has completely forgotten about that damn fish!
The fish that had been in the enclosure for almost the entire night may have died long ago. Rand unscrewed the cap reluctantly, and was ready for the stench of the fish's early spoilage.
but…
"Damn, what is this?"
After seeing what was in the kettle, Rand couldn't help shouting "Damn" for the second time this evening.