Vol1
Caroline spent a long night in that secret room.
She flipped through the numerous materials on those bookshelves, and was shocked to find that all the medical records stored here were about Rand Sievers.
In the very distant past, the Sievers family had mixed the genes of the alien creatures such as Sirens. Perhaps it was God's blessing. Of course, it is more likely that the Sievers family itself had a genetic mutation. Impossible to pass down.
And in the long years, the Sivers family has been researching the Siren (much longer than people think), and Caroline is even sure that Deep White was founded in their research. have a direct relationship.
With that in mind, there's even an explanation for the disgusting family habits of the Sivers family.
They have been keeping the bloodline pure, intentionally or not.
For the most part, the siren's genetic fragments lurk quietly in the deepest parts of the Siphers' bodies, but occasionally, atavistic individuals appear in their family history.
Like Rand Sievers, they possess special physiological mechanisms that perfectly balance the balance of sirens and human cells.
Essentially, they are still human, but at the same time, they will have a set of physical characteristics that only a siren has.
Tolerance to viruses, for example, great ability to heal and regenerate - if there's one downside to them, it's that they're almost completely infertile.
Rand Sivers is the only atavist the entire family has had in eighty years.
When he was born, he showed very obvious siren characteristics, and even his lower limbs turned into a siren's fish tail. As he got older, he began to adapt to the external environment and changed towards a human being .
Caroline dug out another folder from the bookshelf, and here she saw a photo of Rand when he was a year old—his legs were split apart, but there were still traces of scales on the back. By the time he was about four years old, he looked completely transformed into a lovely human male boy. The Sievers, unsurprisingly, concealed the fact that the child sheds its own skin like a reptile molts every time it grows.
By the time Rand Sivers was about six years old, the molting was over.
He became a very pure human (at least in appearance), and his brother, Vincent, was successfully restored to health after multiple bone marrow transplants before the age of six.
The whole family has escaped from the devil of disease, and they seem to have complete happiness.
In Caroline's memory, the family will always dote on Rand, including Vincent. She used to have no idea why, as an adolescent boy, Vincent would show such great patience and love to Rand (this is simply unreasonable), but now it seems that maybe Vincent himself understands that for his life Rand What did Germany pay...
As a throwback with Siren blood, Rand was supposed to be a healthier kid than normal... but in reality, he had been very weak.
That may be the sequelae of the long-term and repeated supply of bone marrow to Vincent.
"Poor Rand..."
Caroline gently picked up a family photo of the Sivers family, and pressed her fingertips on Rand's cheek.
"I think I have to thank you again now," she murmured, her fingers trembling with excitement. "Vincent will also thank you... Since you have let him come back to this world once, you will never be stingy to sacrifice again to let him come back to me."
Vol2
Pine Street Apartments Kansas USA —
14:22 PM
Rogers stood in the doorway with his finger on the switch to turn off the light.
Rand's apartment fell into complete darkness in an instant - because just a few minutes ago, Rogers had obtained a blackout cloth for the stage, thick like the skin of a dead rhino, and the other side was covered with silver powder.
He enthusiastically covered Rand's windows and door cracks, and even every crevice.
"Okay, Rand, are you ready? What am I holding now?"
With that happy expression like a child seeing a new toy, he took the other hand out of his back.
Of course, he had nothing in his hands.
Rand felt a touch of boredom with Rogers' performance, and honestly, everything Rogers was doing now made Rand feel like a monkey doing arithmetic in a circus.
What makes Rand even more mentally exhausted is that what he can do now can actually be moved to the circus to do a lame performance.
Rogers' expression, his movements, the seat behind him, and even every corner of the dark room without a trace of light, Rand could see clearly.
The icy inorganic furniture was like cheap luminous toys for Halloween. Rand's field of vision shone with a faint green light, while Rogers' body was covered with a faint yellow halo, under his armpits, Those halos on the chest and groin will be brighter.
Now Rand's attention is actually a little bit difficult to concentrate, because in this world composed of foggy fluorescence, there is another more eye-catching existence.
That's Munster.
It was sitting quietly in the other corner of the room, curling its tail, staring deeply at Rand. In Rand's field of vision, it looked like an archangel adorned with jewels, with a soft and bright silver halo. Rand could even see the silver lashes of Mount Shit, and the ruby-like luster around the edges of the scales.
It was clearly in the dark, but he could see it so clearly.
Rand and Munster exchanged glances, and he immediately turned his head to the side. Munster's gaze made him feel a little stuffy in his chest.
"Rogers, this is no fun, you have nothing... can we end this stupid game now?"
Rand rubbed his hair and said with a hint of anxiety.
Before this stupid "dark test", Rogers did some other tests on his eyes, and they were surprised to find that Rand's pupil-distorted eyes did have some inexplicable changes.
His dynamic vision became very good, and when Rogers threw a tennis ball at him, Rand realized that the tennis ball looked like a fluttering elf, moving in the air at an unbelievably slow speed ( So much so that he even wondered if he would suddenly pop out his tongue and roll the tennis ball into his mouth). At the same time, he can see very small or very distant things clearly.
About a meter away from the diamond ring, Rand easily recognized the laser code on the diamond's waist, and he could see the bouquet of flowers in the window of an apartment two kilometers away. Of course, he ended up refusing to help Rogers peek into the color of a gym trainer's underwear in that direction.
…
To sum up, it is Rand Sivers, who has always been an ordinary person, who seems to suddenly have superhuman super vision.
"Wow, that's really cool, you just changed the shape of your pupils, how did you do that..."
Rogers shrugged his shoulders. He came to the window and ripped open the heavy shade, then said.
Dazzling light suddenly shot into the room.
Rand's pupils shrunk into a thin line the moment he encountered the light.
"For God's sake, Rogers... I'd love to trade with you if I could."
Rand rubbed his eyes with his hands, and when he opened them again the pupils returned to their original volume, the shape of an olive.
Rogers stroked his fingertips out of Rand's sight.
A strange hunger flocked to his body... Countless scenes came to his mind, he was an artist who loved to collect everything about the human body.
The girl's smooth and soft fair skin (better if it is the back or thighs) can be collected to write poems, and the blond hair can also be woven into very beautiful small paintings after special treatment. Rogers also collected a person The phalanx of the hapless man was a rancher. Because of the abundant intake of dairy products, the bones were unusually white and fine. His phalanx was later made into a very cute bracelet by Rogers.
And now, Rogers stared into Rand's green eyes and couldn't help mentally figuring out where his eyeballs should go.
A pair of earrings might be a good choice.
It is filled with ultra-thin glass spheres, filled with colorless preservatives, and finally glued to the brass base. Sure, the shelf life will be noticeably short, but so what...
"Rogers?"
Rand blinked, and he reached out and waved in front of Rogers.
For some reason, at that moment, the sight of the other party made him feel a little uncomfortable.