Four eyeballs.
Rand saw four eyeballs.
The fish in the kettle didn't die. The moment Rand approached the mouth of the bottle, it shook its body suddenly, and its four eyes trembled like a living creature independent of the fish's body, turning to Rand. A line of red light flashed across the pupils with complex flower fluorescence on the edges. The seawater infiltrating the whole fish is full of light blue fluorescent particles, and some translucent tentacles are glued to the wall of the water bottle.
The fish grinned at Rand, revealing some vellus teeth, covering the sucker on the back of the mouth.
"boom-"
The terrifying feeling of that moment forced Rand to let go of his hand involuntarily, and the kettle fell to the ground.
The water inside trickled out, and some splashed on Rand's instep.
The gray carpet turned black when it got wet with water, the water stains expanded like the shadows brought by ghosts, and a strong fishy smell permeated the room.
Is sea water so fishy
Questions flashed through Rand's mind, but his thoughts were soon interrupted.
The fish jumped out of the bottle and bounced hard on the wet carpet, its tail slapping the floor six. Rand shuddered, and when his eyes fell on the fish again, he realized that there were no four eyeballs at all - it was just the pattern on the fish.
Rand didn't notice that he was immediately relieved, his shoulders relaxed, and it was only then that he realized his heart was beating fast.
That's a little silly - Rand muttered, feeling a little embarrassed. Rand admits that he was really intimidated by the most primitive creature camouflage.
The wound on the tail seemed to be healed and a little better. It was no longer the naked bright red muscle that Rand had seen before, and a white membrane covered its wound.
During the short period of Rand's daze, the fish had stopped bouncing, and it lay weakly on the ground, its tail twitched slightly, and its mouth opened and closed.
Rand came back to his senses, he rushed to the kitchen in a hurry, struggled to find a salad bowl filled with water and ran to the living room. However, the moment his fingertips were about to touch the fish, he immediately remembered that it was a sea fish, so he had to rush back again, crushed some sea salt and threw it into the water.
God knows how to keep a saltwater fish, Rand thought as he stirred the brine in the salad bowl.
What is certain is that the water required for raising marine fish is definitely not as simple as adding a little salt to fresh water. So, in fact, Rand has given up any hope of the survival of this fish, he picked up the fish - its body is much heavier than visually, and the surface has a strange touch, like velvet or velvet, anyway It wasn't as slippery as the fish should be, and it was warm to the touch.
Rand shivered instinctively, and hurriedly threw the fish into the salad bowl.
The fish sank straight to the bottom of the basin, and Rand thought it might be dead. But after a while, the fish swam slowly and tentatively.
To be honest, Rand thought the fish was a little weird. He frowned and poured the rest of the kettle and some of the seawater into the basin, trying in vain to make up for it.
He found some extremely small scales in the water in the kettle. Those scales were very transparent, but they would reflect a faint blue light when illuminated by light from a certain angle. Rand noticed that the fish had a lot of scales falling off the wound.
Maybe it was the discomfort from being in the jug earlier that the fish shed some of their scales. Rand's sightings of blue are probably an illusion caused by these scales.
Rand shrugged his shoulders. He lifted the salad bowl and placed it on the island-shaped cooking table at will. The light from the kitchen fell on the back of the fish through the water, and a layer of neon light like the surface of mother-of-pearl twisted on the gray body of the fish.
Rand looked at the fish uncontrollably for a while, and when he was on the reef he thought it was just a dull fish, but now it doesn't look so ugly, he thought. Although Rand still felt a little regretful, he really didn't know how to raise an unfamiliar seawater fish. Maybe when he woke up the next day, the fish had died in the "seawater" he prepared. . Rand felt a little irritable. He really didn't know what he was thinking at the time. Judging from the current situation, perhaps if the fish was allowed to stay there, its survival rate might be higher.
"Anyway, man," he said, bowing his head to the fish, "hope you get better soon."
The fish swam round and round in the salad bowl, its glass bead-like eyes and the circular markings on the back of the eyes as if looking at Rand.
Rand reached out and tapped the salad bowl, the stainless steel walls made a dull sound of water, and the fish flicked its tail, at least it looked normal now, anyway.
Rand left the kitchen and started picking up the rug.
"It was a good day."
Rand said to himself.
The whole room was still filled with that smell. Rand sniffed. He felt that there might be something wrong with him, because after smelling the smell for a long time, he felt that the strong fishy smell seemed to be fermenting. , has an almost sticky sweet and greasy rotten aroma.
He blotted the carpet with a paper towel, sprayed some freshener, and finally dried the surface with a hair dryer. While he was doing these things, he could occasionally hear the splash of the fish turning around in the salad bowl.
That salad bowl is too small for that fish, maybe he should buy a fish tank.
—That was the last thought that Rand Sivers had that night before he fell asleep.
in the dark. The clock is ticking.
The sea smell that had faded away in the room suddenly became thick again. Just like what Rand saw before he fell asleep, the fish was still swimming slowly in circles in the salad bowl, but the difference was that the edges of every scale on its body had blue fluorescence, Among the circular markings that Rand thought was the body pattern, red eyeballs rolled behind a transparent membrane.
A grey gadget—a furry skin, a slender tail, four small claws—a mouse rustled into the kitchen.
Rand has always been a clumsy person, and while he was searching for salad bowls and sea salt, he took the pre-prepared breakfast cereal out of the cupboard and piled it casually on the countertop.
The mouse was attracted, it climbed up the cooking table dexterously, and nibbled at the cereal wrapping paper intently, but it was definitely not reckless, and there was the accidental sound of a car speeding by from far away, it was Pausing, whiskers forward, intently judging his surroundings.
The fishy smell became stronger.
A layer of blue fluorescence appeared on the edge of the salad bowl.
The mouse's whiskers trembled, and it seemed to sense something. Soon, it gave up the food in its mouth, and after a short pause it suddenly rushed towards the edge of the cooking table.
A slender tentacle shot out, and it directly penetrated the mouse's eyes.
The mouse's corpse fell to the table with a "pop", and the corpse was like an empty leather bag. A slender, fluorescent object slowly protruded from the edge of the salad bowl, its body so soft that it covered the mouse's corpse.
After a moment, it slowly crawled back to the salad bowl.
The table top of the cooking table was empty and unusually clean.