MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 36

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Rand inserted the key into the keyhole and unscrewed it. After pushing the door open, he walked into the dark and quiet apartment.

The bodyguards who sent him back were as silent as the stone pillars. They turned to Rand and then turned around. At the opposite door of Rand, the men with bright hair color leaned against the door frame and exposed them. A clear gaze.

Passing each other's eyes, sticking out their fingers, ticking, receiving, retreating -

The black-haired man who was listed as the primary target on their list was squandering when the men in the blacks had withdrawn from the Rand's apartment. After closing the door, they sat down against the door and slowly sat down.

It’s already late, and there’s a faint gray color on the edge of the dark sky in the distance. The shade outside the park is like a black wave swaying in the wind. On the other side of the park, the lights on the top of some buildings are bleak all night. Projected over the ground, casting a slight light in the floor-to-ceiling window of Rand.

The furniture in the room is just a shadow of another geometric shape. The whole world seems to have only one person at this moment. The strong sense of collapse seems to spread in the body of Rand like the violent pain. He sits there and knows clearly that he knows what he should do now is to go to the room and then take care of the pain in his back and legs. He bet they have definitely swollen and bruised.

Then he should bathe, and it is best to get some wine for himself.

Then he would sleep in the slightest drunkenness, no emptiness, no jealousy, no strong loneliness that he now feels.

However, although I knew what I should do, in practice Rand found that he didn't even have the strength to turn on the lights.

He is very tired, coming from the depths of his heart...

Before Vinson had not appeared in front of him, Rand might have lived a normal (or poor) and boring life, but at least at that time he could feel his control over life. Business ah han ye ah, oh, oh oh oh ye ang ye ye Can't stand it, he can choose what he wants to do.

But now...

Rand licked his face with his hand and spit out a long breath from his lungs.

The telephone bell rang at this time, but Rand did not have any * to answer. After the ringtone is repeated several times, the phone automatically turns to leave a message.

"Hey, Rand..."

A weary voice came from the little machine.

It is Caroline.

"...I know that you should be at home this time, but, well, I can understand the feeling that you don't want to pick up my phone. It doesn't matter. In fact, the way you can leave a message can make me more relaxed, because I have not done well with you. Preparation for dialogue..."

She gave a long sigh and the nose was heavy. Rand couldn't help but frown. He felt that Caroline's voice sounded like he had just cried.

"Rand, sorry - this is the first thing I want to tell you. I am really sorry, what I said to you before, what I did... God, I don’t even know why. I hurt you, right?"

No, you don't have...

Rand's lips were slightly open, and he was almost impulsively standing up to pick up the microphone and said to Caroline.

"Don't deny, Rand, I know what you're going to say," Caroline said with a glimpse at the end of the mic. This is the first time Rand heard her voice, weak, tired, with a strong Frustration, "In fact, I really shouldn't say that, I should let you stay with Vincent. I think, I am just about to collapse, so I am so dying. I am really sorry. Rand...Fact On, Vincent got a very serious illness."

At that moment, Rand felt as if he had blown a bolt of lightning in his heart.

When he reacted, he found himself standing by the phone and grabbed the microphone.

His hands were shaking, and his back and knees hurt almost to make the devil burn his body with a soldering iron.

"What is 'Wenson got a very serious illness?'"

It took him a long time to hear his voice - he was talking to the microphone, but the voice was like another person.

"Oh, Rand, I really don't know what to do... I..." Caroline made a long snoring. "That is a genetic defect, it should be caused by the long-term internal marriage of the Sifus family." A rare condition in which his organs are depleted and cannot be reversed. We have prepared some special medical measures before, but now there are some conditions..."

"What is the situation? Can I help? Caroline, tell me what happened!"

"No, sorry, Rand, I can't tell you everything, it's confidential, but what I want to say is that Vinson has done a lot of things just to make you live safely. He always tries to make up for you. The kidnapping error. He just loves you."

Rand sat slowly on the sofa.

"Carolyn, tell me what is going on in Vincent? His illness... God... Deep-seated is a biotech company, isn't it? Are you right?"

Rand found himself in a state of incoherence, and his confusion might have awakened Caroline, who was almost in a state of collapse, and the evidence was that she regained her calm and steady voice at that moment.

"Don't worry, Rand, I will find a way to solve that problem. I won't let Vinson die... Sorry, I think I'm just a little, some are too confused to make this call to you. I just think You should know this... Better for Vincent, can you? Rand?"

"I will, Caroline... Of course I will... If there is any need, I can go with him now. I mean, what he needs."

Caroline was silent on the phone and then slowly opened her mouth: "Vinson's situation has stabilized, I will arrange everything, Rand, don't worry..."

......

Rand almost never knows how he hangs up.

He sat there and took a moment to slowly digest what Caroline told him, Vincent's serious illness... and Vincent's possible death.

Although for Rand, Vincent is definitely not a person who wants to be close, but he never thought of Vincent's departure.

He is the only relative of Rand now.

only.

Rand felt that he suddenly fell from a very high place, and there was something in his heart that shattered.

When his consciousness returned to his body again, he found himself curling up on the sofa with his body covered with warm tears on his cheeks.

If someone else is here, I might think that Rand’s current situation is so weak. It’s just the news that his brother is seriously ill. He is sobbing here like a child. However, Rand is unable to control himself. He deeply regrets it. Why didn't he rush to the plane and then stay with Vinson before?

He instinctively knew that Vincent would be happy to see him by his side - and he didn't have it now.

Rand was immersed in the fear and sorrow that might have lost Vinson. When he noticed something was scratching his calf, it was a long time later.

That paw is wet.

He bowed his head and saw a pair of eyes with fluorescing reflections in the dark.

"Oh, God, I don't know if you are out."

Rand took a nose and said to the little monster.

Since it has grown out of the hind legs, its actions have indeed become more agile – even out of the water tank is so silent.

"Hey...hey?"

Munster made a series of vague and low voices, and now his upper body was almost completely upright, and his claws were placed on Rand's calf.

It seems to contain concerns.

Oh, he was worried about an amphibious animal. Rand said to himself, he felt a bit ironic but had to admit that Munster’s current move made him feel much better.

"I am fine, dear, don't worry."

He reached out and touched Munster's head. It happily honed Rand's hand. The pair of tentacles became very elastic now, and it was against Rand's palm. Rand did not find that he had gradually started. Adapt to this strange feeling.

After receiving a response from Rand, Munster became more active than before. It slammed the ground directly, and the two claws hooked on Rand's clothing and began to climb up flexibly.

"No, no, Muns is especially like this..."

Rand struggled after feeling a wet and slippery thing in his arms.

He slightly passed back some of the gods, while weakly trying to get Munster out of his arms, while pulling the lamp next to the sofa.

The gentle yellow light finally allowed him to see everything in the room, including... the big beach water mark in front of the aquarium.

The water was almost over half a living room, and Rand finally understood why he didn’t hear the sound that Munster had climbed out of the tank before, because before he went home, the **** little monster had already Gu Zidi wandered in the room for a long time. He could even see the route that Munster climbed from the living room all the way to the room: there was a clear water mark on the corridor.

Rand couldn't help but touch his own sofa—there was a noticeable damp on the cushion next to him.

Even dogs can know that they can't go to the sofa, but the little monster obviously does not intend to follow the rules like a dog.

"It looks like you have a good evening."

Rand bowed his head and said to Munster with a strong sense of powerlessness.

If there isn't a series of accidents that happened this evening, Rand may be angry because of Munster's chaos (after all, not every owner is happy to see his pet playing a 'little devil' at home), but now Rand is Just feel...

He didn't know how to describe this feeling.

All in all, Rand still reported negative emotions about the cleanup project he was about to face, but at least this night there was a little monster in his life that was happy - he felt a little relieved.

Munster stared at Rand's face with a wonderful gaze, and there was some tears on the pale cheeks of the human, with a salty and warm atmosphere.

Its claws can now be placed on Rand's shoulders, and the two tentacles tremble slightly above the head.

"Choo Choo Choo……"

A series of squats rolled out of the throat of the little monster. Before that, Rand had never heard that Munster had made such a sound. They sound more low and softer, and people can't help but think of the mother's whispers, the cat's snoring, the lover's breath... a voice with a strong comfort.

There was still moisture on the Rand sofa. His carpet was a mess and the corridor was almost finished, but at this moment Rand was holding the blue little bastard, and there was a sense of satisfaction that was difficult to describe in words.

This night is so chaotic and painful, as if even the light of the soul is sucked away by the bad news, but this little **** in Rand’s arms gave him one of the sweetest songs, which used it all the time. A focused and sincere gaze gaze at him, and this gaze makes Rand feel peaceful.

He tightened Munster tighter, the wet, cold body pressed against his chest, and Rand felt that Munster leaned his head on his neck, two paws. Carrying his shoulders.

The soft voice never breaks.

About ten minutes later, Munster began other actions.

It slipped away from Rand's arms. At the beginning, Rand thought it was just tired of being with humans, but soon Munster's behavior dispelled his thoughts.

The little monster had been hooking his pants with his claws, and Rand saw a white rubbing pattern on his jeans.

He looked at Munster in confusion.

"what happened?"

He couldn't help but ask, although he knew there would be no response.

Munster began to bite Rand's slippers with his gums, and its screams began to get rushed.

Every once in a while it would let go of Rand, then writhing and crawling in the direction of the corridor, and Rand looked at it in confusion - and after discovering that Rand was still not moving, Munster had to come back again. Continue to hook his pants and bite his slippers.

After repeating this several times, Rand finally realized that Munster was trying to get him to follow it.

Rand followed the confusion and found that Munster climbed down the corridor to the door of his bedroom. When he left home, Rand determined that he had closed the door of the bedroom. However, now he saw that there is a hole about the diameter of Munster below the door panel, the edge is uneven, and the claw-cutting process is obvious.

A trace of ominous premonition climbed into Rand's heart, and he stopped and looked at Munster from the hole.

......

After a few seconds, it seemed to have discovered that Rand didn't follow up, so he pulled his head out of the hole.

"Hey!"

It focused on Rand, and the tentacles swayed and muttered, seemingly urging something.

Rand looked back at the little monster at his feet.

He has a strong hunch that he doesn't want to see things in the door.

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