MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 54

After an hour, the Sterling, who stopped at the bar, drove away. It made a huge roar, but it didn't attract too much attention. In a place where freight drivers gather, you are always used to this kind of thing. The only person who noticed a little doubt was a waitress, the one familiar to Bert Vigers. She looked out at the door and Bert’s car stopped there, but his people disappeared.

But the waitress soon remembered that the guy had left the place with a young girl. She licked her lips.

Oh, men are always like this...

She groaned, and soon she threw Bert Vigers behind her head. After about fifteen days, the bar’s talents realized that something was wrong, they reported the police, but the police did not find any useful clues on the car. Bert Vigers has never appeared in front of anyone.

Of course, it’s been a long time later.

Let's focus on the present - two hours after Bert Viggs lost his life. La Isa is still sitting in the road in Stirling on the late night road. The only difference is that this time the truck is driven by someone else.

The prince sits in the driver's seat like a real human, his hand gently tapping the steering wheel. The oncoming car lights hit the face, it looked less bloody, like a pale patient. The speed of the whole car is stable at around 90 meters, and the white isolation line outside the window can be seen until the sky.

Laisa sat next to the prince. She put her foot in the front and admired the new boots on her feet. Her best pair of boots were peeled off from the feet of a young woman. Raisa found that the shoes were so suitable for themselves, just as the woman became the food of the prince, in order to send the shoes to Laisha.

She is now as satisfied as a little girl who has got a Christmas present, and involuntarily turns her head and stares at the expressionless man.

Or, that monster.

"Hey, when did you learn to drive a car? Do you drive this in the sea?" She started talking to him again.

The prince blinked slowly.

"Just just now, when you drove."

He says.

Raisa couldn't help but laugh, and then put a finger in the middle of her lips (she couldn't help but refrain from showing some kind of feminine behavior in front of the prince).

"Oh, actually I won't," she said with a smile. "Have anyone said that you are handsome?"

"Have."

The prince replied that a woman wearing a white lab coat appeared in his mind. It used to be a breeder. She always praised it as the most perfect creature in the world. However, the reality is that it is only for Giving to Westminster. Foss offers a visceral transplant for monsters.

"...I just don't understand why you must be holding 'Bieber'. If you don't have that, you will be a lot more handsome." Raisa groaned sadly, and she took out a pink pink from under the seat. Leg bones (from the generous contribution of Bert Vigers), she put a clean wire into the fracture of the leg bones, and vigorously stir the oily yellow bone marrow inside to make it soft, Finally, use a very slender silver coffee to stir the bone marrow out and collect it in a Bao Te cup. There are only a few bone marrows in the tibia and femur. Raisa frowned, opened the car refrigerator, and took the man's brain out. She skillfully opened the dura mater and crushed the soft yellow brain with a spoon in the cup. After adding some Priddin brand vitamin powder, add nutrient-rich sea buckthorn oil and mix well.

She carefully inserted a thick straw into the thick yellow-red mixture and handed the cup to the prince's mouth.

The Prince enjoyed the service of La Isa without any resistance, just as the relationship between them was born to be so harmonious.

"I want you to guarantee that if you change your hair style, you will be more handsome. Right, I can pick some good clothes for you. You know, I am an expert in this area. Anyone stays in the laundry room for such a long time. People are experts..."

Even Laisha’s chattering mutter is full of wonderful relatives.

The prince licked his hair with his hand, revealing the red eyes shining underneath.

"I am not very interested in the aesthetics of human beings. Human beings are ugly in their eyes. However, I think it is necessary to carry out appropriate camouflage in the human world."

Raisa blinked.

"Yes," she said, her shoulders pulled down and she looked downcast. "Sorry, I forgot this... So, do I still have to taste that?"

A few seconds later, like all adolescent girls, she forgot her former frustration. In order to increase her sense of identity, she pointed to the Prince's "beverage."

The prince put his eyes back on the road.

"No, you are totally different from me. You are a human..."

"But after you saved me, everything is different!" Laiza said eagerly, she changed her position in the seat, facing the side of the prince, and there was some subtle panic in her tone. "Before, No one will look at me more, but now, as long as I am willing, I can let those disgusting humans lick my toes! They are all fascinated by me, tempting them is too simple! This is the ability you gave me. I am different from ordinary people! Isn't it?"

The prince blinked slightly in the fear of the girl.

That weird temptation...

In fact, it is only a small portion of the sputum cell that he placed in the body of La Isa. Raisa did not realize that at the beginning, the Prince just wanted to use her fresh and soft body as a hotbed to provide nutrients for the growth of the blue scales that she split.

That was the first time it did such an attempt.

Every mermaid should be able to do this, split and grow a new individual. But the human consciousness that Raisa regained made it aware of its flaws more than ever.

It's just a monster that provides internal organs, and there isn't even enough cell activity to split a new individual.

The part of the mermaid cell that the Prince split in the body of La Isa is only to smother some parts of the girl... and the almost hypnotic temptation comes from this part. Special hormones are excreted from the girl's □, and the temperature of the skin evaporates into the air and affects people.

If it is in the sea, it will affect the fat-rich, energy-rich marine mammals, such as seals or porpoises.

This is the food that the Serbian people like.

On land, the type of food may not be so worthy of a mermaid, but their number is so large that predation becomes such a breeze.

Even Laiza can do it.

The Prince did not intend to explain these complicated things to La Isa, so it just sneered indifferently.

Raisa was as stubbornly stiff as a deserted dog.

In the end, she couldn't help but look at the scenery that flew out of the window and asked questions that she had always wanted to ask.

"So... where are we going now?"

The prince answered her calmly at this time.

"Kansas... A real mermaid is there, we both need it for help."

"help?"

"Yes, help, every gram of muscle, every drop of blood, every cell... we will need it all. Of course, before that, we need to make it really mature..."

In the bragging night wind, the prince’s whisper was smashed in the night.

And behind them, Washington, thousands of kilometers away from them.

Another woman, dressed in black, slammed into an indoor church inside the Deep White Biotech Building.

This is to provide humane office conditions for those who have religious beliefs inside - there are two churches, one on the 144th floor and the other on the fortieth floor - the latter The number of words on the floor represents a hidden meaning, trial and test, so there is also a minimalist room with a postmodern style.

Caroline, the commander of the current deep white technology, does not seem to be commensurate with this place, but the fact is that she came here and squeezed her knees on a white geometric hardwood cushion. A velvet black credit hangs down, visually isolating her from the priest.

The walls of the entire confession room were made indifferent grayish white, reminding Caroline of the test vessels in the laboratory that were soaked in various experimental bodies.

"Heavenly Father..."

"Father, I think I have a sinful soul."

Caroline did not wait for the sound behind the credit to finish, and said first.

She took a deep breath, just such a sentence made her eyes full of tears.

Her face was pale and she looked like a long-haired female old cat. Her voice was full of painful sobs.

"I will confess my sin here, and pray that the merciful Father will give me forgiveness... relieve my pain and punishment for me - stop the torture of Vincent Sifus, because that is tormenting me. Heart...oh, no..."

Her emotions became excited with the fragmented language.

The big tears rolled down her depressed cheeks.

"That is, that is the crime I exercised 16 years ago..."

The author has something to say: for the little red flower...

First half orz

Today, because of a colleague's dinner, it seems that I haven't been able to update it during the day. No wonder I am getting fatter... 2k