"Language is magical, and when you say something, your future self will one day confirm what you said, whether it's good or bad. So be careful my little bunny, be careful what you say if… "
When Rand embraced Munster and promised him the kind of nonsense that anyone with a normal mind would consider nonsense, the words came out like a sprouting out of the damp soil of spring in Rand's mind.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
It should have been a woman's voice, low and hoarse, with a subtle uptick at the end of each word.
If the wicked, lizard-chewing witches in fairy tales actually appeared in reality and opened their mouths, this is what their voices would sound like—Land thought inexplicably.
He frowned, feeling a little stuffy in his chest, which might be the ominous premonition in the legend, of course, it is more likely that he was about to be deprived of oxygen by Munster.
Rand had to forcibly rip Munster off himself (yes, "tear", Rand whenever the squishy little monster left him with that wet touch I always feel like my body is a sticky sticker with a sticky surface).
He grabbed Munster's tail on his ankle with all his strength, and finally kicked it both feet, and finally climbed off the bed with the aggrieved groan of the monster. He didn't know what was going on, but he was already standing by the window when he realized it.
In the distance of the sky, a faint lavender, different from the night, appeared, and in the woods, some unknown birds had begun to chirp.
It will be dawn soon...
Rand took a deep breath of the fresh air without any fishy smell outside the window, and rubbed his temples in distress.
Today would be his first day at AMERICAN ALERT, but for some inexplicable reason, he didn't sleep nearly all night. Rand hoped that the dark circles under his eyes would not be too heavy, lest those people think he was nervous (of course he was nervous).
Munster also crawled off the bed, and it came slowly behind Rand, and then crawled all the way behind him, wrapping his hands around his shoulders, resting his head by the root of his neck.
"very beautiful."
It suddenly whispered in Rand's ear.
Because of the way he speaks so smoothly, its husky and subtle accent sounded like some other creature, like a grown man with a magnetic voice.
Rand felt a little uncomfortable, and he reached out and touched Munster's head.
"Yes, the sunrise is always beautiful."
He says.
Munster moved his lips to Rand's earlobe again.
"No... not... not the sun... it's Rand."
This time Rand blinked, and he turned his head to look at Munster, which apparently gave the latter some kind of strange encouragement.
"Rand is beautiful... you... prettier than the sun..."
…
Rand was silent for a moment and couldn't help laughing: "Oh god... where did you learn this."
This level of praise can even be regarded as some kind of sweet talk. And Rand's previous experience made him never accept such overly candid compliments from others. And he never imagined that one day he would be judged "beautiful" by a monster.
"I'd rather you say I'm attractive," Rand said, "but thanks anyway..."
Then he had some jams.
As is customary he should have casually told Munster that he was grateful for its compliments and the fact that it was beautiful too.
But Rand was a little embarrassed when he met Munster's face, which was far from "beautiful" by any measure.
After a moment of hesitation he finally touched the tentacles on Munster's head.
"You...you're cute too."
He changed the word to a more conservative one, trying to avoid hitting the self-esteem of this extraordinary creature.
The effect of this sentence was very significant. The tentacles on Munster's head quickly stood up, and its tail was flapping on the floor, looking very happy.
Oh, right, it looks like it's going crazy with joy.
"Moun, Munster... will... be... cuter... chirp chirp... I... I like Rand the most, and Rand likes me the most!" When excited, his voice was inevitably stained with some chirp again. Voice. Rand, however, stooped down in horror and embraced its tail, which was tossing around.
"Oh, stop."
he said distressedly.
It was early in the morning, and Rand very much didn't want the sound of Munster's tail flick to cause any trouble to the residents downstairs.
When he hugged Munster's tail, the little monster immediately brought his body over without hesitation.
"forgive me."
Rand let out a melancholy sigh for the unknown number of times today.
"I really can't hold you anymore."
With that said, he still embraced Munster in his favorite way, the embrace between a prince and a princess in a Disney cartoon.
"In the future... I... I can hold... Rand... I... I can hold you all the time..."
Munster said to Rand immediately.
Of course, Rand did not listen to the promise of the little monster in his arms at all.
…
And while Rand Sivers on Pine Street in Kansas and his current pet, Munster, are enjoying a somewhat too sweet time together, on the 144th floor of the Deep White Biotechnology headquarters in Washington, D.C., Carlo Lynn is basking in the biggest nightmare of her life.
Blood.
Lots of blood.
For Caroline, this moment seemed as if the entire universe was floating in that stench, cold blood.
"it's wired."
Her eyes were empty, and her lips overflowed with fragments of words without any normal logic.
But in fact, she did find it strange. She always felt that blood was warm. In all stories, people always like to use the word "warm" when they describe the blood that just came out of the body.
However, when she really felt the experience of blood gushing out of her body, she found that the blood was cold.
Colder than anything.
She was sitting on the ground like a cheap toy that had lost all power, with a huge gap in her right shoulder from which the blood was pouring out. The cold blood seemed to have frozen all her nerves, and she was almost unable to feel the existence of her right hand. In front of her, the original "Poseidon" team member has now become a broken body. His head is like a pumpkin that has been crushed by a truck. It has become deflated, and the fragments of the skull overflow. Brains that have been ground into a slurry. The hands that were holding the weapon tightly had been detached from his body at this time. Vincent used his teeth to hold the flesh at one end of his arm, holding the other end with both hands, and happily moved the gray-white bone and the bright red one to the side. The flesh dripping with blood was torn apart. Before he was there, he had already eaten the internal organs of this unfortunate man, as well as his fat buttocks and thighs, in front of Caroline.
In fact, this night, both Caroline and the team members made extremely wrong decisions.
For example, in order to block the news, Caroline insisted on taking only one team member to the ward when the floor was closed, and made contact with the mermanized Vincent.
And the fatal mistake of the "Poseidon" team member is also here.
He agreed to Caroline's orders, and there were actually good reasons why he would.
As a mermaid variant, Vincent is nothing to an experienced "Poseidon" team member.
Here, perhaps we should know a little bit about the so-called "mermaidization".
This is not an uncommon phenomenon. Mermaid cells have a powerful ability to regenerate and divide, and sometimes they even directly erode the normal cells of the test subject - monkey, dog, mouse - in a terrible way after the experiment. What a low-level animal, there is a certain chance that such a mutation will appear after the test. They will have some merman characteristics, but because of incomplete evolution, there will always be all kinds of serious defects. To the deep white experimenter, mermanized lab animals are not even worth doing research.
They are just the lowest level of biological waste.
So, when Vinson, or rather, the mutant that once went by the name of Vinson Sievers, showed that near-diabolical attack in front of the "Poseidon" team and Caroline , "Poseidon" was torn to random in an instant.
Not to mention any attacks, when the human being was swallowed up, he didn't even know what happened.
Even the lower limbs are not well developed, but Vincent has terrible speed and strength. When it starts to sprint, it seems that even the space can be torn by him.
Caroline had come into contact with some bred blue scales in her experiments. They were real mermaids, but she could swear that none of those mermaids could compare to Vincent's mutant.
Although there was no research data and no evidence, she didn't even have time to think, but when she saw Vincent, she was sure of one thing.
If Vincent meets those bred blue scales, he can tear them to shreds with ease.
"Oh, Vincent, Vincent..."
Caroline called his name in her head.
This is her Vincent, her beloved Vincent.
Even if he is reduced to a tragic state of being insane and like a beast, he still retains that incomparable powerful ability.
Just as Vincent is unique to Caroline, Caroline firmly believes that she is also unique to Vincent.
Vincent will definitely not hurt her.
However…
When Caroline tried to walk into Vincent, who was enjoying the feast of human flesh, she was greeted only by a hoarse and vulgar roar threat—and a wound that almost cut her in half.
Vincent showed no mercy to her at all.