Vol1
For Rand Sivers, the days spent on Rogers' almost secluded farm were a rare light-hearted time for him.
Oh yes, he was right.
There is no internet, no shopping plaza, the bed in the room is terribly hard and the iron railing on the window is unsightly, the front lawn of the house is a mess of weeds, littered with unpacked beer bottles, and the side of the barn is A rotten pumpkin patch from neglect... Except for the raccoons and hares that Rogers had complained about before, and the crows he hadn't mentioned, not even the ghosts seemed willing to come.
However, Rand likes it here. He can hardly think about anything, and he doesn't need to suppress his emotions. He tries hard to avoid the eyes of others by pretending to be on the surface (there is no "other" here). If he likes it, He could even crouch naked in the dilapidated front porch hallway and have a shot of marijuana, and no one would care.
"You should really give it a try, it feels so good!"
Rogers had graciously recommended it to him.
Of course, Rand rejected him very flatly.
In general, the entertainment activities here are simply pitiful, as if everyone returned to the Great Depression period when both material and spirit were poor in an instant.
Fortunately, two days after settling down, Rogers went to the city and got some magazines and comics for Rand, and then the frequency was fixed, and he would leave the ranch regularly to go to the city to get some necessities for Rand.
Time seemed to be moving fast, and Rand wasn't quite sure if it was because of the comforts of life—though the satellite phone Rogers claimed to be working turned out to be a complete brick, and his body was still there. There are all kinds of subtle changes (such as Rand finally finding himself as if he has completely turned into a carnivore, dairy products and grains and even plant-based foods will cause his body to severely reject), but life always goes on, Rand thought he might try to get used to it.
And on this day, it was another day when Rogers entered the city.
"Do you need me to bring you anything more?"
He wrapped himself in a blindingly bright green polka-dot suit, and stood on the porch, smiling as Rand read here.
This was not a particularly good weather. Although it was daytime, the light was extremely dim, and the dark clouds were heavy on the top of people's heads like lead. The wind was strong, and the air was filled with the faint fishy smell rising from the soil on the eve of the rainstorm.
Rand raised his head and frowned and looked outside.
"You're going out today? It looks like it's going to rain."
Rogers spread his hands helplessly.
"Who called us unlucky businessmen, wish I'd been in Kansas City before the rainstorm - really have nothing to bring? It feels like I'll have to bring you the rose branch that touches my hat when I get back. ."
His words made Rand couldn't help rolling his eyes.
"… I don't think it would help, I don't have pigeons to tell the beans in the ash. Good luck on your way," Land said. "Of course, I'd really like to see you go into town and get me a satellite phone if I can. I'll have to leave a message for Vincent to let him know where I am... Please don't look at me like that, Rogers. Makes me want to hit you."
Rogers restrained the overflowing disapproval on his face a little.
"I don't think your good brother still has the mind to pay attention to you... Okay, I'll try my best to fix that phone!"
He picked up the satellite phone from the table, shook it before Rand's eyes, and stuffed it into the soft nylon bag he had (a nightmare for someone who was always out for business), and finally he put the He slowly walked out with his hands in his trouser pockets.
After a few minutes, with the sound of the car's engine, his car gradually disappeared at the end of the road.
Vol2
Inside the bumpy car, Rogers put one hand on the steering wheel and took the satellite phone out of its soft pouch with the other.
He casually pressed the programmed key on the button, and the phone was quickly connected to the satellite.
(Sure enough he should have brought this out, it would be more reassuring - thought Rogers)
He entered his voicemail after a long beep, and Caroline's exasperated voice echoed sharply through the microphone.
"…I can't believe you murdered the two people I sent in that way, 'Spider', do you think it's your demonstration and I'd be scared? I can tell you right now, you messed up Get in trouble! Don't think you can hide Rand Sivers, I'll find him - and find you! Someday you'll regret what you've done during this time! You This son of a bitch—"
"Oh, God."
Rogers turned off the phone with a horrified expression on his face.
"I think I have to apologize to you, Mom. Being blinded by such a 'terrible' woman... It's hard to imagine that I chose such an employer. Poverty is the biggest killer of self-esteem and aesthetics."
He muttered in a low mood.
After another period of time, his mobile phone beeped that he received a text message, he raised his eyebrows, and turned the car to the highway.
After a few minutes, he managed to see several suspicious grey vehicles approaching in his rearview mirror.
Rogers couldn't help but glanced at the back seat, which made him a little happier knowing that he had two huge, well-washed suitcases in his trunk.
The sky suddenly became darker, and a pea-sized raindrop hit his car window, and then a dense rain curtain crashed on the roof of his car like a bullet.
"...Take it as the rose I gave you, my brother."
He said, taking the weapon out of the soft nylon bag.
Vol3
The sound of dense raindrops made Rand stop reading.
He stood up and looked out the window. The rainstorm was so heavy that if Rand was still an ordinary human being, he might not be able to see things ten meters away. Lightning erupted in white light on the other side of the sky, and it took a while before you heard the dull rumble.
It's a storm that's so common in Kansas summers that it's unexpectedly uncomfortable, like the opening trailer for some tragedy in the movie...
Rand shook his head, putting aside the rambling thoughts in his head.
He double-checked the windows and found they were all closed before returning to the humble living room of Rogers' house.
Rogers has haphazardly spread an old rayon rug on the uneven and cracked floor, and here are three clumps of ugly, second-hand sofas that, despite their ugly appearance, are surprisingly soft and comfortable to sit on.
Now this small area has been turned by Rand into a place where he and Munster spend time. He has some elementary reading materials and pen and paper for practice on the coffee table. In the past week, he has successfully The little monster was smarter than he thought.
He has even learned to write simple words, even though he doesn't actually like the tedious act of writing.
The barn roof was battered by the wind and torrential rain, and the planks creaked above Rand's head.
The light used for lighting was a little wobbly.
Rand reached out from behind Munster and removed its pen.
"For the sake of your eyes, I think we can take a break on a day like this."
he said to Munster.
"But I'm still writing Rand's name."
Munster turned his head and said with some distress.
He had fallen in love with those four letters since he learned simple spelling, and it actually spelled Rand's name pretty well, but it still stubbornly traced it over and over.
"Come on, I know you will. Take a break, do you need me to read you a story?"
Rand sank his body into the sofa, he suggested to Munster lazily.
Munster naturally slipped onto Rand's couch, its lower body stacked on the carpet, the upper body sharing the remaining space of the couch with Rand, Rand curled his knees, that part just pressed against Munster Solid abs.
The latter's head rested on Rand's chest, his arms folded, and his bright red eyes looked at Rand expectantly.
"I think, I want to tell Rand a story myself."
It looks proud and expectant.
Rand laughed dumbly.
After learning to spell, Munster can stumble and read some low-level books on his own. Before that, Rand had always read stories to him. The exchange of roles stimulated him to some extent. Its greatest joy now is snuggling up with Rand as he does now, and reading to Rand a story.
Rand has never thought to dampen its positivity in this regard.
A few minutes later, Munster's low voice rang out in the dim living room.
It reads its favorite, the story of two rabbits who like to compare their love for each other, created by Anita Jaeland.
"…the little rabbit cried out: 'I love you as far as this path stretches out to the river.' The big rabbit said: 'I love you as far as crossing the river and then over the hills.'... The little rabbit thought, that's really good far away. It was too sleepy to think of anything more. Then it saw the dark night sky, and nothing was farther away. It said: 'I love you as far as the moon.'…”
Rand, with his eyes half closed, listened dazedly to Munster's voice, which had read the story to him many times before, so he was waiting for it to pronounce the last and most famous ending.
However, Munster was suddenly silent at this time.
"What's wrong?"
Rand opened his eyes and looked at Munster in confusion.
But he saw that the other party's cheeks seemed to be flushed. It looked hesitant and apprehensive, its red eyes looking a little wet at Rand.
"That... Rand?"
It suddenly approached Rand and handed Rand the picture book in his hand as if shyly.
"Yes, can you read the last paragraph for me?"
it says.
Rand raised his eyebrows, he didn't think too much, and easily agreed to Munster's request.
"…then the big rabbit lay down beside the little one and said softly with a smile: 'I love you all the way to the moon and back here from the moon.'"
On Rand's chest, Munster, who was already as strong as a calf, was extremely shy because of Rand's last words.
Its hair was fluffy, and its tail slapped the carpet involuntarily.
"Rand, I want to be your big rabbit too."
It suddenly whispered to Rand.
"what?"
Rand looked back at him somewhat absently, puzzled by its sudden speech.
"Rand is like a bunny, and I'm like a big rabbit, and my love for you is like—"
"Wait a minute, what's that sound?"
Rand suddenly sat up from the sofa, interrupting Munster's words, listening to the noise in the deafening rain.
After a few seconds, he suddenly walked to the porch and looked towards the path in front of the ranch.
Although it was still a gray area rendered by a rain curtain, the silhouette of a young girl was staggering and approaching.
It was a girl who looked very, very embarrassed.
Her whole body was soaked by the rain, like a kitten that fell into a pond.
Her fair and slender legs were messed up with mud, and her long, messy blond hair was completely attached to her face.
Rand didn't quite know whether the girl could really see herself in such heavy rain and such a distance, but the other party suddenly raised her head when Rand was confused and made a crying voice.
"Yes, anyone... please... I need help..."
Vol3
ten minutes later-
The wet girl appeared in the living room embarrassed. Maybe it's been soaked in the rain for too long, her skin is as white as paper, and her knees and elbows have this horrible blue color, according to herself, because she has fallen on the ground several times before. Caused by a fall.
She was dripping with water, and Rand gave her a blanket, but it soon got wet, and she was shivering and shivering under the blanket.
Rand took a quick look at her suspender top and terribly short denim shorts, which were so short they looked like they should be in a lingerie store. Rand was sure she wasn't even wearing underwear, because the rain-soaked suspenders had become so transparent that Rand had to look away immediately.
There was a strong scent of perfume emanating from the girl's body floating in the air. Rand even thought that she probably got a whole bottle of perfume on her body, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why she still had such a strong scent after the heavy rain... And it was the scent that made Rand feel so uncomfortable.
a young woman.
Rand hadn't seen anything like this in his life for a long time. In fact, Rand found himself getting used to the faint smell of water and the cold, sticky smell of some muscular little monster. embrace.
Before Laisha entered the house, Rand had forced the reluctant little monster upstairs.
As you can imagine, it will probably be angry again for a long time.
Rand, who was caught in his own thoughts, didn't even hear Laisha's words very clearly.
“… hug, sorry… my name is Raisha… I went the wrong way, there is no signal here, the GPS didn’t work, my car got stuck in the mud so I had to get out of the car, I thought I could find someone Let me make a phone call and tow the car out, but it started to rain halfway down the road... Well, I need to borrow the phone..."
She shuddered as she spoke to Rand, her teeth rattling against the hot water glass Rand handed her, making a subtle "click" sound.
She only looked a little better after gulping down half a cup of hot tea, and then she lifted her face and gave Rand a flattering smile.
The girl, who called herself Laisha, looked very young, even a little silly.
Rand frowned and thought to himself.
She didn't seem to realize how dangerous it was to tell the young man Rand that she was completely alone in her current situation. If Rand was really mean to her - which is quite possible given Laisha's young face and beautiful figure - she would undoubtedly put herself in a very dangerous situation.
"Sorry, I don't have a phone either, there's no signal... but my friend might be able to help you if he comes back tonight. He drove out too, and I think you'll probably be here for a while."
"yes… "
A look of disappointment appeared on Laisha's face.
Then her slender legs rubbed against each other, and the blanket fell on the seat, perhaps inadvertently, over her shoulders.
She leaned forward slightly (which made her chest stand out all the more), and shyly pleaded with embarrassment: "Sorry, I'm really cold, the mud is making me ticklish... I can borrow a little Would you like the bathroom here? I really need a shower - I'll pay for it..."
Rand tilted his head without making a trace, and his eyes went straight past Laisha and landed on the wall.
"Uh, you can use the bathroom freely, and I'll see if there's anything you can wear."
Rand sighed, then said, and hurriedly left the living room.
Being with a scantily clad girl was like putting him in an ant's nest, making him very uncomfortable.
He obviously didn't know the weird expression on Laisha's face when he turned his back.
That's right, the tank top and shorts that became transparent after being wet by the rain, as well as her innocent and sweet smile were the products of Laisha's calculations.
Three kilometers away from this barn, was her and His Royal Highness's car.
Vol4
…Yes, when Rogers and Rand and Munster fled to the tiny farm, they didn't know that the Prince and Laisha had been following them.
At that time, the "Prince" had already sensed that something was wrong with Rand.
"He's not supposed to be like that, the body fragments that go into him will form a cyst, but it's definitely not going to make him that way... He smells like a fucking siren right now..."
On the night that Rand and Munster held hands and tormented an entire apartment block with "singing," the "Prince" was also downstairs, forced to undergo intense hormones.
It was more shocked than anyone, because it found that it was beginning to feel agitated by the breath of that low-level human being (the correct word is a strong impulse higher than agitation, of course, the prince will never admit this a little).
Everything is so wrong.
There is absolutely something wrong with that human.
The prince soon realized this.
However, Rogers' move of taking Rand out of the city undoubtedly brought him a lot of trouble, and out of the cover of the crowd, creatures like "Prince" are likely to be detected by Munster. Therefore, for a period of time, he has only been observing Munster from a distance with Laisha... Later, the focus of observation became Rand.
As Rand's alienation became more and more serious, the prince became more and more shocked by his high similarity to the Siren.
This is simply impossible.
In the end, the Prince could no longer watch things continue to spiral out of control. He sent Raisha, who had a weaker siren breath and a more innocuous appearance, to Rand's side.
"Get me some of Rand's body shards, hair, nails, skin, of course, semen best of all, I don't care what method you use, but you gotta get that stuff, I gotta make sure what he is —”
This is the prince's request to Raisha.
Raisha didn't think it was difficult, especially considering that as a lonely girl, collecting a man's "semen" was simply too easy.
And her plan went well when she entered the living room.
But Rand's behavior was completely beyond Laisha's plan.
After looking at a woman's almost transparent top and ambiguous request, he would only say "I'll get you a blanket", "I'll get you some clothes" and "I'll get you some hot water"? !
What the hell is going on here
Laisha felt that she was a little emotionally unstable. She knew that there was far more than Rand in this room, there was another real beast that was stronger and more bloodthirsty. Although her own breath is not strong, and she is covered with perfume with animal materials to cover up, but if the time delay is too long, she still has a great chance of being detected by the beast.
Raisha is not afraid of death, but she also hopes to spend a longer period of time with her beloved "Prince".
She didn't want to lose her hard-earned life here.
…