MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 39

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2:00am

Rand suddenly opened his eyes in the dark.

He was like a fish that had left the water, bowed his back and bounced off the bed uncontrollably. The too rapid breathing made him have to lean back slightly to let the air enter his lungs from his throat. There was a series of squeaky sounds in the depths, and he was not even fully awake. His hands were nervously tightening the sheets while the body trembled.

The light of the pale yellow streetlight came in from the window and hit the ceiling. Occasionally, a car passes by and passes a moving halo.

Rand squinted, his eyes trembled and patrolled in the darkness.

The room was so quiet, the clock made a faint humming sound as it walked.

He slowly realized that he had only had a nightmare.

It was a vague dream, and the scene inside was just a child's hide and seek - of course, the child was actually Rand himself. In his dreams, he returned more than a decade ago, and he was like an attacked hedgehog who collapsed his body as much as possible.

He was hiding in a small closet, the air was filled with a vanilla scented bag that was too sweet and thick, and he was breathing heavily, his throat was too tight and itchy and itchy.

The temperature is very high, he is hot and crazy. In the sight of his sweat being wet, the door of the closet opened a tiny gap, and the bright, almost dazzling light came in from the gap.

There is no terrible scene that a nightmare should have: monsters, demons or ghosts.

There are only gaps in the dark wardrobe.

When a shadow covers the light in the gap -

Rand woke up like that. He touched his pajamas and found that it had been completely sweated, and until his emotions had calmed down, his heartbeat was still very fast, hitting his chest like a hammer, bringing faintness. The pain of the covenant.

However, the sense of returning to reality did not make Rand a little more relaxed. He felt anxious and upset. The unexplained emotion was like a sewing needle that fell on the bed and could no longer be bothered. Let him never sleep again after waking up.

He grabbed his face with his hand and took a deep breath.

Then he reached out and touched the bedside table, and at this time he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The warm night wind blew the curtains... The bedroom window was opened, and he was so sure that he really closed it before going to sleep.

Rand's muscles tightened at that moment. He put on his clothes and was close to the window with vigilance.

The window only opened a thin gap and the bolt was intact. Rand carefully observed his window, his brows wrinkled more tightly, everything looked normal, and even he himself began to wonder if he remembered it wrong...

If anything is abnormal - only the mucus that stays inside the glass.

Rand reached out and touched a small piece of mucus, which was still moist, with a smell that Rand had gradually become accustomed to.

It is a faint smell of water.

Realizing what it was, Rand's shoulders relaxed at that moment. He grabbed his forehead and closed the window.

Oh, damn...

He groaned silently in his heart and turned to open all the lights in the bedroom.

The bright lights illuminate the bedroom in the middle of the night, the ordinary beds, the ordinary furnishings, everything looks so normal. However, Rand frowned, not aware of it before, but as long as he noticed, he could smell the kind of creature that might only belong to a certain creature.

He looked at the bottom of the bed first, then checked the gap in the cabinet. Finally, Rand held his own quilt with a lament.

A slippery blue shadow has been pretending to pretend that it has been motionless, but when the shelter is opened, it sways its body agilely, trying to get into the depths of the quilt.

And Rand instinctively grabbed its tail.

The figure of the little **** was revealed.

Munster's head had already been drilled into the gap between the quilt and the sheets, its claws weakly licking the innocent cloth, and the tail swayed gently in Rand's hand.

"Mang S. Te! Damn, why are you here?!"

Rand glared at it.

He didn't even think that this little monster appeared in his quilt at this time! And just during the day, he just changed the bedroom door. If you guessed it, it even tried to open the window (Rand never suspected that it could open the window, especially if it tried to open the refrigerator to steal venison several times).

Rand stunned and turned his attention to the iron gate that cost him a lot of money. Then he realized that the problem was not on the door, but on the doorframe.

The flat and smooth wooden door frame in Rand's memory has disappeared. In the part close to the ground, the wood of the door frame has been completely hollowed out. The gap is a bit reluctant to the current Munster, but if it works hard enough, it can still put his body into Rand's room.

This **** little bastard...

Rand didn't know how long it had been on his bed, but in the area where it had been, all the fabric had been infiltrated by the mucus with a strange scent.

Rand never prayed to God so devoutly that he could not face this terrible scene. Munster had already noticed the unhappiness of the dark-haired man. He barely pulled his head out of the gap of the beggar, carefully looked back at Rand, and his eyes showed a faint reflection. After a while, he opened his mouth. There was a series of quick and whispering mutters - it sounded like a deliberate beg.

Rand licked his lips. He staggered and went up to the fridge to get a bottle of beer. Then he returned to the room like a sleepwalker. He used the scented bedding and sheets to roll the Munster. He was rudely dragged from the bed and piled on the floor. Then he stepped back and sat on the soft bedroom chair by the bed, staring at the obvious wet marks on the mattress.

His brain refused to think about how to deal with this pile of things.

“Hey?”

Munster crawled out of the pile of cloth slowly, and it was carefully observed by Rand.

Perhaps it was because Rand's quiet gave it some kind of wrong message. After staying there for a short time, it began to tentatively approach the direction of Rand, and then approached a little.

Finally, it fell on Rand's knees and began to happily follow Rand's pajama pants into his arms.

Rand looked at its series of movements with cold eyes. The **** little **** finally came to Rand's shoulder, his wet paws holding Rand's face, his ankles against his skin, then it passed and tried to take it. The slippery and cold fish face clung to Rand's chin.

Rand's lips can almost touch the straight tentacles that are stretched for unknown reasons, and he can even see the dark red traces between the fine teeth.

It should have been that the **** venison residue that it had eaten was stuck in its teeth, and Rand thought, his lightning bolted out and stuck under his pectoral fin.

"caught you."

He said coldly to Munster.

He pressed Munster to the sheets that were wet by the mucus on his body, and issued a severe accusation. One of his hands picked up the slippers and gently whipped at the back of Munster’s body to indicate punishment. De learned this method on a pet bbs, but it is not certain that it will work for an amphibious animal).

Munster attempted to entangle Rand's wrist with his tail, but ultimately did not succeed. Rand wasn't sure if it really recognized his mistake, but what he could observe was that his tentacles had pulled down and looked frustrating and sad.

Finally, Rand threw the little monster into the bathroom.

Munster began to frantically scratch the door, and at the same time made a miserable cry - perhaps because of its experience when it was younger, it was very disgusted with that place.

Rand took his own temple and picked up the phone in its call.

He called Caroline's number, and he once again heard Caroline's phone message. But I don't know why, this time when he listened to the gentle voice of that person, he instinctively felt a kind of violation.

Caroline seems to be stranger...

But soon he left the slightest hesitation, and he recorded his message with some uneasiness.

"I am Rand... Sorry, I think I might disturb you, but... I still want to know Vinson's news, has his situation stabilized? If there is any information, you can do it at any time. Call me……"

After he recorded a few times, he successfully organized the language. Calling anyone in the middle of the night would not be a happy thing. However, even after Munster's war, Rand couldn't ignore the uneasiness that swept through all his body and mind in the moment of awakening in a nightmare.

In the next few hours, he was sitting on the sofa, waiting for Caroline's callback. But he didn't wait for the call until the end. In the morning he received news from an animal shelter, who told him that there was a good volunteer activity at the shelter today: a small reading club.

Some children will go to the shelter under the organization of the school. They will play with cats and puppies who are still no one to adopt, and will read a book...

Rand carefully followed the attached details of the event, and he quickly decided to participate in the event - after all, if he stayed at home, I am afraid that he would be restless because of Vincent's affairs all day, like being in love, being abandoned. People like the phone of someone.

Rand vowed that he really didn't like it.

(In fact, there is a hidden reason here: after a night of fighting with Munster, Rand feels that he might need some comfort from a fluffy, well-behaved normal pet, of course, even Lan De himself did not realize this.)

He went through the corridor and knocked on the door of Rogers before going to the animal shelter.

If he can, he hopes that a companion will go with him to participate in this activity (although this makes him feel like a middle school girl), but this time Rogers does not intend to go.

He looked at Rand, with a secret smile on his lips.

"I still have some things to do today."

He said, but did not explain what he was going to do, and at the same time, he did not show his own blood-stained hand behind the door to Rand.

This is a weather that is not suitable for outdoor activities.

Rand walked off the bus and thought of the road lit up by the sun. He had heard the screams from the children before he entered the animal shelter. He stopped to feel a little hesitant.

In fact, he didn't sleep well all night, and the sharp voice made him start to feel a little headache. When he really came inside the building, he completely regretted it. The little animals are cute, but the children are not cute. The shelters that were quiet and exudes a harmonious atmosphere in Rand’s impression are now almost a mess of porridge, with ugly flags on the walls, some running around the hallway, and the dogs in the railings roaring in shock - - Almost all the staff are busy maintaining the order.

"Oh, God, is Rand Sifus right? It’s great that you can come."

When Rand almost fled, an old lady in a blue knit coat grabbed his wrist.

"Sorry, there is some fuss here - we didn't expect to have so many people coming..."

She talked to Rand.

Strong mental pressure made Rand's stomach begin to ache. Fifteen minutes later, he was dizzy to realize that he was forced to lead a group of community school ninth grade students to visit the entire shelter. When he stood in front of the "children" who were already very mature, the stomachache began to get stronger.

Even the blind man can see that they didn't want to seriously visit here. They laughed straight, most of them had an illegible Spanish accent. Rand also noticed that several of them were skinny and nasal. With obvious pinholes on the arm.

When he took them close to the frightened animals, several people smirked and smacked a cigarette at them.

"Sorry, smoking is not allowed here!"

Rand said to him.

The boy blinked at him.

"Oh, don't be so cruel... I always have something to **** in my mouth..."

Others made a sneer.

Rand took a deep breath and he smirked at the boy and took the smoke in his hand.

"The animals here are very sensitive, I just want to say that your actions may irritate them - and then you may hurt yourself, I think you should not want that."

"Then they have to be killed, hahaha..."

Someone in the crowd contains a malicious laugh.

Their sneer is full of disdain.

His stomach cramps began to become more intense.

After that, when Rand found that the organizers of the event even asked him to lead the chaotic students to visit the d district, he could not bear to protest.

“The sign on the d-zone shows that there are some large dogs there, they are not suitable for being visited. Moreover, these people are not suitable for contact with them...”

Rand signaled the old lady to see the crowd unscrupulously laughing, and none of them focused their attention on the poor animals.

However, she did not listen to Rand's words.

"Oh, they are just a group of lost boys. They are so indifferent to animals because they lack contact with them. This is what we want to correct in this activity..."

In the interval between Rand and the other side of the matter, the two teenagers looked at each other and they giggled and pushed the door of the d zone.

Rand almost heard the roar of the big dogs at the same time - when he turned his head, he could just see a teenager igniting the cigarette butts on a roaring slamming iron railing. On the nose.

"Do not--"

He recognized the dog.

Rogers once told him about it with a gentle sadness - he was abused in an illegal fighting dogyard and was so ruthless that the police sent it to the dog farm after it was banned. It is so aggressive that it doesn't even have any possibility of being adopted. After the program is finished, it will be euthanized at the end of the month.

When real bad things happen, you always have a hunch.

At this time, this kind of premonition swept through Rand.

He threw the overly innocent old lady toward the d district, but everything was already late.

The dog's body screamed like a ghostly roar, and it rushed to the railing that was crumbling under the impact.

And the bolts hanging on the railings, under numerous violent shocks, finally broke the overwhelming sound of breaking.

The metal railing flew up, and a dark brown shadow jumped out of the cage, and it instantly pressed the boy under his body.

It doesn't take a second, and its powerful jaw can bite the fragile head of the boy into pieces.

It's like smashing an apple easily.

Everyone was shocked to see this extremely horrible scene. They were motionless and held their breath because of the huge horror and the coming tragedy.

Time seems to have been deliberately slowed down at this moment.

Ronald's saliva shone in the air...

Someone closed his eyes.

"Do not--"

Rand stared at the dog in horror, and he screamed.

Then the miracle happened.

The dog that shredded countless similars and even let the police use the anesthesia gun to force the suit to squirm out at that moment.

It shot a stinky urine in the daytime, and the four legs shivered.

When Rand came to it, it made a whimper like crazy, then smashed into the corner and curled into a ball. 2k novel reading network