"Munster? Where are you?"
Rand sat on the bed, he lifted the quilt and heard his own voice... He seemed a little helpless and panicked.
Rand swore he wasn't timid, but the silence in the room after his call gave him a stomach-crunching unease.
"click".
He tried to turn on the light, but after pressing the button, the room was always dark and the light did not turn on. It was only at this time that Rand noticed that the whole room was extremely dark, and the thin street lights that used to be faintly reflected on the ceiling disappeared. trace.
From the window came a faint knock after another.
Rand stumbled out of bed in the dark and came to the window. When he opened the curtains, he found that the whole of Kansas was covered in thick darkness at this time. The gust of wind and raindrops smashed against the glass window, which was the source of the knocking sound that Rand had heard before.
It's a typhoon.
The typhoon crippled Kansas' power system, but the exhausted Rand had been slumbering unnoticed.
His eyes darted across the pitch-black window and back inside.
He called out to Munster again, but just as before, there was no answer from his slimy little monster.
Rand took a deep breath and fumbled to find his phone.
With the dim light from his phone screen he began to check room by room—some animals were frightened by the effects of the storm, and Rand feared the same for Munster, who might be hiding somewhere in the house. A corner shivered, he thought.
The bathroom was empty, and Rand went to the living room, and the kitchen.
However, there is no sign of Munster anywhere.
Rand felt his heart beat faster and faster.
"Oh, Munster, where have you been..."
He couldn't help muttering to himself, desperately opening his eyes in an attempt to find the little monster's figure from the hazy darkness. He even couldn't resist checking the latches of the gate and balcony, they were all good and showed no sign of opening.
On the other side of the transparent glass door on the balcony, there were strong winds and torrential rain, and in a casual look up, Rand saw his face reflected on the glass under the blue-white light of the mobile phone screen.
The man looked weak and anxious. For a brief moment, Rand even thought that there was a weak ghost instead of his own reflection. That "Rand" seemed extraordinarily unreal and almost startled him.
"Oh, damn it!"
Rand cursed in a low voice.
He lowered the curtain of the balcony to turn around, and then saw a white shadow appearing behind him in the reflection.
The shadow slowly fell from behind him...
"God..."
Rand turned sharply and stepped back.
He was really frightened this time, so much so that it took a while to see what that "shadow" was.
It was a large cloud of slime, more than two meters in diameter, that almost occupied the ceiling of Rand's entire living room.
The slime fell down like melted asphalt, exuding a strange sweet and rotten smell.
It happened to be a step or two behind where Rand had been before, and the color was an indescribable white... In such a weak light, that big lump of slime reflected faintly like some kind of fluorescent substance. White light.
Rand looked up in the direction where the mucus fell, and then remembered that he forgot to look up at the ceiling when he was looking for Munster. If he remembered Munster's troublesome wall-climbing problem in his panic, he might have found Munster long ago.
Although Munster's appearance at this time is completely different from before...
"Snapped… "
The slime hit Rand's carpet with a wet slap.
Then after a while, there was another sound.
In the center of the mucus was a translucent cocoon, and the light from Rand's phone couldn't make him see what was inside, but it was certain that there was something slowly squirming there.
Rand immediately remembered the disgusting cocoon that appeared in the aquarium when Munster was molting, but when he thought of this, Munster's first cocoon seemed too cute. many.
Rand's eyes were locked on the ceiling, the sweet and corrupt smell was getting thicker, but he didn't realize it at all... He swallowed and found his throat dry. Obviously not everyone can stay calm when they see a cocoon about two meters long and wriggling (and more importantly, crackling and smashing mucus) on the ceiling.
At least Rand doesn't think he can.
He had to take a deep breath to force himself to associate the thing in sight with Munster.
Nothing to fear, that's Munster, it's an alien after all... he said to himself.
The evolution of a creature like Munster is ultimately different from that of humans. Rand tried to convince himself, but then he saw the "cocoon" squirming violently.
The thick mucus seemed to be raining, continuously falling from the ceiling.
"Squeak-"
With the sour and moist tearing sound, Rand saw that part of the cocoon shell was torn apart, and a slender, pale hand stretched out with transparent mucus, each finger. They stretched out tensely, as if resisting something.
Rand didn't notice that the webs of the hand had become less visible between the fingers, because all his attention was now on the other hand that then stretched out from the callus, and then It is a long tail protruding from the tail of the cocoon.
The slender tail scales flashed bright blue, but when stretched out in tension, you could clearly see unusually conspicuous red spots in the gaps between the scales.
The tail was almost two meters long, and after it curled up and fell, it swayed desperately in the living room like a mad fish.
Rand watched helplessly as it smashed the glass on the coffee table.
Next is a vase.
…
"Hey man, did you hear that voice?"
In the room next to Rand, one of the two sleepy police officers suddenly looked up.
He didn't realize that he had accidentally fallen asleep until he saw the coffee in his hand, and then he heard strange noises from the target's room.
He patted his companion awake, and after listening for a long time, the latter yawned and tried to bury his face back in his arms again.
"Don't worry, it's a typhoon day, and you'll always hear all kinds of things shattering. Besides, no one wants to kill people in such a ghost weather," he said.
But his jittery partner forced him to Rand Sivers' door anyway.
"Mr. Severs? Is everything okay over there?"
Disguised as apartment managers, they knocked on Rand Sivers' door.
It took a long time for them to hear the voice of the young master who escaped from death today from behind the door.
"I'm fine, thank you for your relationship, sir. The wind blew off some of the vase on my balcony. Other than that, everything is fine."
Rand Sivers opened a crack in the door, and his pale face appeared in the darkness like a dead man about to pass away. A sweet and rotten smell that made people feel a little disgusting slipped out through the crack of the door.
It seems that even the son-in-law does not have a good taste in choosing perfumes.
A police officer had this inexplicable thought in his head, but he didn't pay much attention to the smell.
After getting an answer from Rand and confirming his safety with his own eyes, the "Mr. Sleep" among the police officers gave his companion a "Look, I told you" look.
He yawned and pulled his partner back into the room, which had been darkened by the power outage.
"I already said it's fine."
He says.
"You… do you find Rand Sivers' voice a little… nervous?"
After a moment of silence, his companion spoke with concern.
"God, I didn't know that surveillance can also make you fantasize about being murdered. In my opinion, he just looks better..."
"Mr. Sleep" said with a nonchalant shrug.
Of course, in reality, Rand wasn't good at all.
After closing the door, his legs were almost weak, and the only thing he could pray for now was that the two people in the dark didn't see the weird scene in his living room.
A long tail fell from the ceiling, twitching and waving wildly.
Munster's body almost fell from the cocoon on the ceiling.
Rand could even hear the sound coming from the crack of the cocoon shell, it was a strange figure that seemed to be breathing, and at the same time, its tail and arms were writhing frantically. and struggle. Clearly, Munster was in a predicament, and Rand saw Munster's face several times.
Like being covered behind a rubber film, its face will appear behind the soft and moist cocoon, but after a long time, its face has never torn the film.
Rand watched Munster's movements under the cocoon in horror, and gradually he realized that Munster's struggles became a little weak, and his heartbeat began to speed up frantically again.
"Munster? Are you all right?"
"Munster?"
…
Rand couldn't help asking stupidly several times, but Munster, or rather, the human figure inside the cocoon was just struggling frantically, and then struggling.
"I really hate this world."
Finally, Rand said to himself, and he turned quickly and rushed into the kitchen, taking a long bread knife out of a drawer.
Then he returned to the living room. At this moment, he couldn't care about how disgusting Munster's cocoon was, dripping with mucus. He just stood on tiptoe and carefully inserted the knife into the white cocoon. .
That touch Rand didn't want to recall... But he finally managed to leave a tiny, tiny opening in the cocoon.
Right next to Munster's vaguely humanoid head.
The opening soon turned into a large opening under Munster's tearing and struggling, and the cocoon shell quickly burst open.
A large amount of transparent mucus stored in it was poured onto Rand's head almost instantly, and then Rand only had time to see a solid white body falling from the cocoon shell.
And then pressed directly on top of his body.
Rand's nose and mouth were covered in mucus for a split second, and he couldn't even breathe. He could only frantically wipe his mouth and nose with his hands in an attempt to hit some air, but the mucus was like glue, with that suffocating sweet and rotten breath lingering in his mouth and nose.
The mobile phone also fell to the ground in the sudden incident just now, Rand's vision also became dark, his eyes were blurred, he struggled, and the heavy body was pressing on him at this time. On the body, he was almost unable to breathe...
That's when Rand felt something long, soft, wet (a stick of meat, or something) piercing the mucus in his mouth and reaching into his mouth.
The moist and warm air was squeezed into Rand's mouth.
Then after a while, Rand felt it pull out, and then the creature took the position of being pressed against Rand, licking Rand clean with that hot, wet, but deft thing. Mucus on De's face, from lips, to eyes...
Rand winced as its tongue brushed Rand's lashes.
"Munster?"
he asked hoarsely.
…
It took a while before he heard the creature's response.
"It's me, Rand, here I am."
Munster said in a low voice.
His voice sounded like a full human.