When the anesthetic was inserted into Vincent's body, it made a sound like a needle piercing thick rubber.
Caroline's angle was so precise (although she was nearly unconscious at this point) that the needle pierced right through the base of the slightly flared scales on the back of Vincent's neck.
Vincent let out an extremely hoarse roar from the depths of his throat. Caroline vomited almost as soon as she heard the sound. It felt like someone was standing behind her with a baseball bat and slammed it to her. A stick. The indescribable pain plunged Caroline's head into chaos, so that when her body was slapped into the corner by Vincent, and then slammed to the ground like a sandbag, she didn't feel too much. a lot of pain.
The yellow liquid quickly entered Vincent's body along the injection tube, and it soon noticed that something was wrong, weak, weak, and the loss of control over the body, although at this time it had almost lost all remnants of the human period. of wisdom, it still realizes that something is wrong with its animal instinct.
That angry roar and a lot of saliva ticking out of its mouth, it twisted its body (at this time its movements had begun to lose coordination), laboriously rolled up the discarded mobile phone on the ground with its tongue, and then With blood-red eyes open, she walked step by step towards the culprit who made everything wrong, the woman walked over.
If there really is a god in this world, Caroline hopes that she can faint at this time. She is completely incapacitated by the previous impact and Vincent's infrasonic attack, and has broken ribs and arms, but it is this kind of The pain miraculously kept her awake. She was like a broken doll, her hands and feet were twisted by random opponents in the corner, and she watched as Vincent walked towards her in a monster state.
"You… this… damn… "
Her facial expression was completely distorted after seeing the phone Vincent was holding carefully. In fact, even she was shocked by the deep disgust and fear in her voice that could not be ignored.
She couldn't even shed tears.
This is simply a joke.
In the depths of her heart, it seemed that someone was speaking to her.
For a moment, her soul seemed to split into two people, one remained in this broken and miserable body, enduring severe pain and experiencing everything like a nightmare. And the other, she flew high above the sky, detached from everything, calm and rational, watching everything like a machine.
And that voice was spoken by that soul.
Caroline's life is nothing but a joke.
You see, it's just like you think, even if it becomes a real monster, it still has a "special person".
However, that person is not you at all.
That voice was like a whisper of a demon, hovering in Caroline's ear.
In Caroline's increasingly crooked vision, Vincent, oh no, that monster, moves more and more comically.
Its gait became staggering, and its saliva became completely uncontrollable.
The roar from its mouth also became weird because of the relaxation of the vocal cords.
But Caroline knew it still wanted to hurt her.
She could see the cruelty and ferocity that shot out of the monster's four eyes.
It was completely different from the special tenderness it had shown before in the face of Rand's call.
As the anesthetic took effect, the monster accidentally dropped the scrap phone in his mouth when Caroline was less than two meters away in the bureau.
In fact, at this time, it still retains the bite force of its lower jaw. It only takes less than a second for it to jump up, bite Caroline's fragile head, and suck the luscious brain inside.
But it stopped awkwardly.
"Hi-hi-land, Rand-"
The monster that used to be Vincent lowered its head, trying to keep biting the phone with its uncontrollable mouth.
But it was all in vain.
It has no memory, no wisdom, and can only make a very embarrassing, even ridiculous sound, but the strange thing is that the word "Rand" can always be pronounced clearly.
In the end, in such a short stalemate, the specially formulated anesthetic finally completely controlled Vincent's body.
"boom-"
Its huge body fell completely to the ground.
The mouth could not be closed, and there was a small whimper in the throat. Its eyes kept staring at the phone until it completely lost its light. Its mouth opened and closed slightly, and its tongue tried to stick out trying to roll up the phone, but in the end all it could do was pull it out spasmodically.
After a few seconds, its body trembled, and then it finally became completely quiet.
It was in a coma.
"cough cough..."
Caroline coughed, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
The sound of the cutting machine came from the side of the door of the ward. It seems that "Poseidon" used mechanical force to cut open the doors that were closed before after realizing that something was wrong, and they finally reached the last one. .
Caroline could even hear the light clang of weapons colliding from behind the door.
She didn't know where she got the strength, and finally endured the pain that made her vision black, and moved her body. Little by little she crawled towards Vincent.
Then, struggling to grab the slippery phone soaked in saliva, he threw it out.
After doing this, she curled up beside the monster.
After Vincent turned into a mermaid and turned into a monster, she would rather it completely degenerate into a biological garbage without even a trace of sanity - she didn't want it to retain the faintest human attachment.
Caroline finally realized this. She felt her blood draining from her body and felt cold, and let out a hoarse howl.
At the same time, the closed metal door made a loud, harsh sound.
The light that was so bright that it made people feel dazzling jumped in, and at the same time, there were shadowy figures running towards her in a panic.
It's passed
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U.S.
Kansas
"American Express" editorial center
Deputy Editor's Office
"Mr. Severs? Mr. Severs?"
A hand flicked before Rand's eyes, accompanied by an awkward sound.
Rand shuddered, he blinked, and finally recovered from his thoughts.
"Ah, sorry."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled wryly at the other party.
Bennett, in a suit, shrugged his shoulders at Rand, holding a stack of documents that was almost obscuring his vision.
"Oh, I see," he said in a reasonable manner, "after all, the first day at work is always a little nervous..."
The place where they are located is the headquarters of the "American Express" in Kansas, the office of the deputy editor.
However, despite Rand's lack of common sense in the business, he knew his office was definitely beyond the norm—even when the grinning editor-in-chief brought him to the office in person and pushed open the door. , Rand felt an unspeakable embarrassment because of the extravagant decoration and office equipment inside.
Carpets are made of natural wool imported from Persia and cover every corner of the office. Above the desks cut into perfect geometric shapes are handcrafted silver office supplies. The saddle double needle hand-stitched leather notepad case is in There is a soft and oily light under the light. There is also a set of bar counters in the office that can prepare cocktails, and there is an exclusive coffee lounge on the other side.
All in all, this is an office that makes one understand why it took them so many working days to renovate.
Carefully crafted, with every nook and cranny considered, Rand needs only one glance to know it's a thorough Vincentian. He didn't even doubt that the person who might have designed the entire office was Vincent himself, because only he could have this level of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Oh Vincent...
Thinking of Vincent, Rand involuntarily fell into that anxiety again.
This gave Bennett some headaches.
"You don't look very well," he said politely. "Is it because you're not feeling well?"
In fact, when he saw Rand this morning, he was also taken aback by his haggard and embarrassment.
He even suspected that Rand hadn't slept last night, and the suit on him exuded a somewhat suspicious aura - if Bennett hadn't contacted Rand before, he would even think that Rand was a completely irresponsible person. The playboy, who was fooling around with someone last night.
Rand's worried aura was also not quite right. The morning induction was a disaster. Neither Rand, Bennett nor the rest of the editorial staff wanted to recall it.
And Bennett has been entrusted by the editor-in-chief of "American Express" like a life-saving general.
"...I don't care what you do, but, Bennett, you have to figure out a way to get that dude out. Oh, don't look like that, you said he was a nice guy, but look at him—he's a' Nuke' - if he's really ready to work, I think he'll ruin the whole paper. It's your responsibility, Bennett, get him and let him live in peace in that luxury suite life, don't disturb us..."
In front of Rand Sivers, the editor-in-chief was a man with a kind smile, even a bit dog-legged. He was so diligent that his scalp was tingling, but after he left Rand's sight, another picture His face was so naked.
Even Bennett couldn't help feeling a little bit of disgust at him.
Facing the greasy nose of that man, Bennett suddenly felt a tingling that seemed to be dirty... or a little bug crawling over him.
Not so obvious, he scratched his stomach and smiled at the editor-in-chief.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll take good care of him."
…
However, when he really stood in the same office with Rand, he could more or less understand the editor-in-chief's concern.
Today Rand seems to have lost his soul, he frowns, and seems to be thinking about something forever.