An hour later, the Stirling parked just outside the bar drove away with a loud roar, but it didn't attract much attention. In a place full of freight drivers, you're always used to this sort of thing. The only person who noticed the slightest bit of doubt was a waitress, one Burt Wiggs knew, and she peered out the door. Burt's car was still parked there, but his people were nowhere to be seen.
But the waitress quickly remembered that the guy had left here with a young teenage girl. She pursed her lips.
Oh men always do this...
She muttered, then quickly forgot Burt Wiggs. It wasn't until about fifteen days later that the bar's people realized something was wrong and they called the police, but the police didn't find any useful clues in the car. Burt Wiggs never appeared in front of anyone again.
Of course, that was a long time ago.
Let's turn our attention to the present—two hours after Bert Wiggs lost his life. Laisha is still sitting in Stirling speeding on the highway late at night, the only difference is that this time someone else is driving the truck.
The Prince sat in the driver's seat like a real human, his hands lightly flapping the steering wheel. The light of the oncoming car hit its face, and it looked less bloody, like a pale patient. The speed of the whole car was stable at about 90 miles, and the white separation line outside the window seemed to meander until the sky.
Laisha sat next to the prince, she put her feet in front, admiring the new boots on her feet, her best pair of boots, peeled from the feet of a young woman. Laisha found that the shoes fit her so well, as if the woman became the prince's food in order to bring the shoes to Laisha.
She was now as content as a little girl who had received a Christmas present, and involuntarily turned her head to stare at the expressionless man.
Or rather, the monster.
"Hey, when did you learn to drive a car? Do you also drive this in the sea?" She started talking to him again.
The prince blinked slowly.
"Just now, when you were driving."
He says.
Laisha couldn't help laughing, then put a finger between her lips (she couldn't resist showing something feminine in front of the prince).
"Shh, I don't either," she said with a smile. "Did anyone ever say you're handsome?"
"Have."
The prince replied that a woman in a white lab coat came to his mind, its former breeder, she always praised it as the most perfect creature in the world, but the reality was that it was only a gift for Vincent West. Firth provides a monster for internal organs transplants.
"...I just don't understand why you have to wear a 'Bieber head', you'd look a lot better without that." Laisha muttered sadly as she took out a pink leg from under the seat bone (from the generous contribution of Burt Wiggs), she inserted a clean wire into the fracture of the leg bone, vigorously stirred the oily yellow marrow inside, softened it, and finally With a very slender silver coffee stirrer, the marrow was pulled out and collected in a bott cup. There was only a small amount of marrow from the humerus and femur. Laisha frowned, opened the car refrigerator, and took out the man's brain. She skillfully pried open the dura mater, and crushed the slightly yellowish soft brain into a cup with a spoon. After adding some Puridin brand vitamin powder, add nutrient-rich sea buckthorn oil and stir well.
She carefully inserted a thick straw into the sticky yellow-red mixture and held it to the prince's mouth.
The prince enjoyed Laisha's service without any resistance, as if the relationship between them was born so harmonious.
"I want you to promise you'll look better if you change your hairstyle, by the way, I can also pick out some nice clothes for you, you know, I'm an expert at this, anyone who's been in the laundry for that long The people are experts…”
Even Laisha's chattering muttering was filled with a wonderful intimacy.
The prince stroked his hair with his hands, revealing the red eyes that shone underneath.
"I'm not very interested in human aesthetics. Humans are ugly in the eyes. However, I think proper camouflage is necessary in the human world."
Laisha blinked.
"Yeah," she said, her shoulders slumped in a look of dejection, "sorry, I forgot about that... Then should I try that thing, too?"
After a few seconds, like all teenage girls, she forgot her previous depression, and to increase her sense of identity, she pointed to the prince's "drink".
The prince returned his gaze to the road.
"No, you and I are completely different things. You are a human..."
"But after you rescued me, everything is different!" Laisha said eagerly, she changed her position in the seat, facing the prince's profile, with some subtle panic in her tone, "Before, No one's gonna give me a second look, and now I can let those disgusting humans lick my toes if I want! They're all so obsessed with me, it's so easy to seduce them! It's your ability to give me I am different from ordinary humans! Am I not?"
The prince narrowed his eyes slightly in the girl's panic.
That weird allure...
It's really nothing more than the little siren cells he put in Raisha. Raisha was completely unaware that at the very beginning, the prince just wanted to use her fresh and soft corpse as a breeding ground to provide nutrients for the growth of the blue scales that she had split off.
That was the first time it made such an attempt.
Every merman should be able to do this, split and grow a whole new individual. But Laisha's restored human sanity made it more aware of her flaws than ever.
It's just a monster that provides internal organs, and it doesn't even have enough cellular activity to divide a temporary new individual.
The part of the mermaid cells that the prince split into Raisha's body did nothing but sirenize certain parts of the girl... and the almost hypnotic allure came from this part. Special hormones are released from the girl's body and evaporate into the air through the temperature of the skin to affect people.
In the ocean, it affects fat-rich, energy-heavy marine mammals such as seals or dolphins.
This is the food that sirens love.
On land, the variety of food may not be so pleasing to a merman, but they are so numerous that predation becomes such an easy task.
Even Laisha can do it.
The prince had no intention of explaining these complicated things to Laisha, so it just sneered indifferently.
Laisha froze pitifully in her seat like an abandoned dog.
In the end, she couldn't help looking at the passing scenery outside the window and asked the question she had always wanted to ask.
"So... where are we going now?"
The prince answered her calmly this time.
"Kansas... A real merman is out there, and the two of us will need its help."
"help?"
"Yes, help, every gram of muscle, every drop of blood, every cell... we'll need it all. Of course, before that, it needs to really mature..."
In the blowing night wind, the prince's murmur was drowned in the night.
And behind them, thousands of kilometers away in Washington.
Another woman dressed in black walked haggardly into an indoor church inside the Shenbai Biotechnology Building.
This is to provide humane office conditions for people with religious beliefs in the deep white - there are two churches, one of which is located on the 144th floor, and the other is located on the 40th floor - the latter's floor number It represents a hidden meaning, trial and test, so there is also a minimalist confession room with a postmodern style.
Caroline, who is now the de facto commander of Deep White Technology, doesn't seem to fit the place, but the truth is that she's here, squeezing her knees against the white geometric hardwood cushions. A velvet black curtain hangs down, visually separating her from the priest.
The walls of the entire confession room were turned into an indifferent gray-white color, reminding Caroline of the test utensils soaked in various experimental subjects in the laboratory.
"Father..."
"Father, I think I have a sinful soul."
Caroline spoke first without waiting for the voice behind the curtain to finish speaking.
She took a deep breath, and just those words brought tears to her eyes.
Her face was pale and haggard like an old female cat that had been wandering for a long time, and her voice was full of painful choking.
"Here I will repent of my sins and ask the merciful Heavenly Father to grant me forgiveness... release my pain and my punishment - stop the torment of Vincent Sivers, for that is the torment of my heart... Oh no… "
Her emotions became agitated with the broken language.
Large tears rolled down her sunken cheeks.
"That's, that's the crime I committed sixteen years ago..."