Vol 1
Washington, America
Deep White Biotechnology—
02:52 AM
Caroline had a dream.
There are flowers and laughter in the dream, she is wearing a beautiful wedding dress (which her grandmother married in) and Vincent is by her side.
The man was much younger than she remembered, he almost never smiled, only his dark red eyes could show his emotions, when he was angry his pupils were dark red, and when he was happy, the color changed slightly. Shallow.
Only when Rand appeared did Vincent's thin lips show a slight curvature. Many people would think it was a sarcastic pouting, but Caroline knew it would be a smile.
He would look at Rand and smile...
No, no, now is not the time to think about these annoying things.
Caroline squeezed Vincent's hand tightly in the dream, like an anaconda catching its prey. She held a bouquet in her hand, and a slender road covered with white rose petals spread out in front of her and Vincent.
At the end of the road, low-hanging white and purple wisteria flowers build a stunning floral dome above a massive silver cross.
The priest is waiting for them.
Caroline strode toward it, and her heart was more urgent than her steps.
However, she swore that she had gone a long, long time, and that the cross and the dome that heralded dreams and happiness were still out of reach.
She began to feel fatigued, distressed and suffocated.
When she came back to her senses, she realized that the corridor under her feet had been soaked with thick and smelly blood.
"no no… "
She snorted, turned her head in shock and tried to get Vincent's comfort, but found a corpse full of holes beside her.
Its skin was covered with scorched black marks left by the electric current, the blood was almost completely drained, and countless white wounds burst on its body, revealing the rancid internal organs.
"Caroline, you are such a bad boy."
He opened his mouth.
What came out of Vincent's body was the voice of her long-dead father.
…
Caroline woke up screaming, smelling of wine.
In her hand was an empty vodka bottle, not far away there was foul-smelling vomit, and her wheelchair was about a meter behind her.
Caroline's headache almost split, so much so that she was in a trance for a long time before realizing that where she was now was Vincent's office.
Andre probably didn't think Vincent's office like a metal coffin was to his taste, so he kept it here.
Since Vincent fell ill until now, no one has really set foot here.
The central ventilation system has been working dutifully and the floors and furniture are spotless, but that doesn't hide the gloomy atmosphere in the office.
Caroline doesn't know how she got here, her last memory is that she ignored the doctor's advice and opened herself a bottle of wine, and then another because of the extreme pain.
Apparently she got drunk very quickly, and then she came to this office habitually - even if Vincent had no chance of returning here.
Realizing what the hell she had done, Caroline kept her slumped face down and laughed lowly until tears and snot covered her face.
Her skin was soaked in tears in a stinging protest.
Look, she's getting so much pain now that she's even crying.
Caroline tried to cheer up, she wanted to get back to the wheelchair, but it was much more difficult than she thought, the last time she almost succeeded, but because of the unsteady center of gravity, she fell and fell on her own. on the vomit.
That disgusting feeling drove Caroline mad, and of course, what drove her even more mad was her current situation.
She sat blankly on the floor, thinking for a moment why she was in such a situation. You see, she wakes up from a nightmare, only to find that reality is even scarier than the nightmare.
Frustration and despair wrapped around her soul like a viper, and she couldn't breathe.
"Ahhh-"
She suddenly let out a shrill cry, and as a vent, she grabbed the empty wine bottle at hand and smashed it against the wall.
"bump-"
The bottle fell straight onto a cheap and vulgar fresco hanging on the wall (a gift from Rand), the shards fell, and a black wood carved Maria beneath the fresco Like knocking over a decorative clapboard.
"Shit shit shit..."
Caroline was still screaming to vent the anger and hatred inside her.
However, a metallic "click" sounded very suddenly behind her. Caroline twisted her tearful face in surprise, and the screaming stopped abruptly.
She was very surprised to see that behind her, the metal wall was cracked into two pieces and smoothly slid to both sides.
Oh, no, rightly speaking, that wall was never a whole from beginning to end, and the brushed surface concealed the gap in the secret door so well that Caroline had never discovered it for so many years.
A secret door inside Vincent's office.
This is simply impossible... She is so, so familiar with Vincent, but she never knew the existence of this secret door.
Caroline crawled back into her wheelchair in intense shock and slid in cautiously, fighting a drunken headache.
Behind the secret door is a white room.
The air here is colder and drier than it is outside, and Caroline felt short of breath soon after coming in—the oxygen levels were low, and she knew right away what that was for. Every wall here is lined with bookshelves that reach to the ceiling, densely packed with yellow folders and thick materials, which look well preserved, but still show signs of old age.
In the center of the room was a glass coffin, and under the white light, a brown mummy lay quietly here.
When Caroline saw "it" for the first time, she almost thought that Vincent had brought Oz the Iceman into his office as a collection, but after a close observation, she immediately forgot her own crazy thoughts. behind the head.
You know, although Oz the Iceman has the same shriveled skin as the mummified corpse in front of her, he doesn't have a long, dry fish tail.
This is the mummified corpse of a siren.
"This is impossible… "
Caroline could hardly believe her eyes.
Judging from the appearance of the mummy, it is obviously not a product of modern times. It looks like it should be the same era as the mummies in Egypt. , hands clasped in front of the chest, and the abdomen... the abdomen was planed open.
Caroline later found a row of embalming-soaked innards on a bookshelf, also dark, shriveled pieces of meat, placed in glass dishes like canned Mexican pickles.
What she saw in this room filled Caroline with confusion. A mummified siren must have its research value, but was it kept in the secret room in Vincent's office so closely guarded
Caroline didn't see any need for it.
She frowned and walked around the back room, then pulled out a folder from the shelf.
In fact, never expecting to find anything meaningful, she saw a picture of a deformed baby with adhesions to the lower extremities (often called a "mermaid baby" and usually died shortly after birth), and then a Some test reports...
Then, she saw the baby's name marked on the report.
Rand Sivers
Her fingers froze.
Vol 2
25 June
dear father,
I appreciate your letter, but about Rand's body, we've made a decision.
That's right, as you've always tried to avoid, we've finally come back to the fate of the Sivers family.
Vincent's body is nearly exhausted, Dr. Rhodes gave us an ultimatum a week ago, he wants us to be ready for his departure, but for God's sake, as a father, how can I tolerate My favorite child left this wonderful world in this way? He has been imprisoned in that little hospital bed for so many years, fighting against the pain of the disease, he has never enjoyed a day without pain, his feet have never stepped on a grass, he has not really bathed Been in the sun, haven't touched any furry animal... he's not even as good as a mouse we use in the lab! And all his pain is his struggle against the disease. He has worked hard for so long, in fact, we have worked hard for so long, how can we tolerate our efforts over the years to come to nothing
I know you may think I'm selfish and cruel, but I still think Rand may be God's salvation in the face of our family's pain.
The blood of Siren and Severs flows in his body.
Over the years, whenever I look at the remains of His Royal Highness Poseidon, I have doubts - is it really our ancestors? Is it really like the stories you told us about falling in love with our ancestor, the unknown sailor, and giving birth to our cursed bloodline? Yes, seeing this as I think you already know, I ended up failing to keep my promise, and we did some academic research on it after Rand came out.
But Rand got me to the answer, the Sievers family is indeed a mix of sirens and humans, as evidenced by the atavisms in him.
We examined his physical condition, he was indeed human, and DNA testing proved it, but at the same time, he was a perfect fusion of siren and human cells, considering the strong erosion of siren cells in research over the years Sex, the balance of the two cells in his body can be said to be a miracle. The human genes in his body can perfectly coexist peacefully with the Siren fragments. We are considering transplanting Vinson with his bone marrow, and if Vinson can also acquire Rand's unique immunity, we could consider treating him with a large dose of merman preparation - probably the only one so far. The medical method that could save him.
Please don't blame us, dear father, for putting us in hell by doing human experiments on our own sons, but we have no other way.
Only pray that God can bless us with the success of the test and save Vincent's life. We sincerely hope to get your understanding and blessings.
forever yours
Charmian Sivers