MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 85

Vol1

Rand felt that he might have had a nightmare.

This is a cold, dimly lit room with walls and walls made of grey concrete with a layer of tarpaulin on the floor. At the top of the room, there are faint music and vocals.

basement……

I don't know why, this thought suddenly floated into Rand's mind, and he inexplicably determined that this is the basement.

A man curled up in the corner of the basement. His skeleton was large, his hands and feet were entangled with silver tape, and the angle of the joint was not normal, which proved that his limbs were artificially interrupted. He was stuffed in a cage for dogs, and the narrow space formed a funny contrast with his tall figure, his face squeezing out of the fence, his nose and eyes swollen into a purple sauce.

He was obviously tortured... Rand subconsciously wanted to run to him and wanted to save him.

However, in this dream, he is like a dead body that has been dead for many days, and he does not move, even his eyes are not moving.

Although the man in front of him has been miserable to the limit, Rand knows that he actually has another look.

He should be a happy and healthy man, working in a good company, with a lovely child and a beautiful wife. His appearance is handsome, his beard is always clean, and he is custom-made from Italy every year...

At this time, he was staring at Rand with his swollen eyes, his eyes rotating nervously like the lab mice that were about to be executed, and squeezing vague words from the mouth that had no teeth.

"Rand... Sifus... you are... that kid..."

The saliva with **** water overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I have seen you, my father and I are friends... Your family is always looking for you, God... you should know who you are! You are not... you are definitely not the woman of the woman! You are Rand · Sifus...help me...help me..."

In his cry for the help of almost all the stone statues, finally, Rand felt that his body seemed to move forward.

However, at this time, the door of the basement was opened by a seam.

A boy poked his head out from behind the door. He was very ridiculously applying lipstick on his lips. Obviously he once again used his mother to steal her cosmetics. It was particularly ridiculous that the poor makeup technique was put together with his face, which was clearly male (even if he was still a child).

Like a clown, his lips are bright red.

"Hey, man, Mom, didn't you let him deal with him? God, you shouldn't dare to do it? How do you need me to help? Mom is not in the banquet, she won't notice something wrong."

"..."

The boy ignored Rand's silence, and he walked happily, playing with a box of razor blades.

He patted his shoulder deliberately as he passed through Rand.

"Don't say thank you, we are brothers."

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"Hey, Rand Rand..."

Someone is calling him.

Rand’s consciousness is like a bubble that floats from the deep sea and gradually becomes clear from the blur.

One hand patted his face gently.

Rand made a long inspiratory sound. He opened his eyes and saw Rogers' face.

His friend is leaning down, and his face is placed in front of him to observe him. It seems that there are some concerns. Some gold powder glitters on his eyelashes, covering his pupil. On the side of Rand, a nurse was taking the empty infusion bag off the shelf, and then she bent down to remove the needle from Rand's arm.

That didn't make Rand feel the pain. In fact, he only felt a regular soreness and itching. However, at the moment when the line of sight touched the needle that was pulled out, Rand was completely self-explanatory in an attempt to jump from the chair and made a scream of sorrow.

"No - let that thing stay away from me..."

There is still some confusion in his head, but the fear left on his body before the coma is still working.

He almost slammed the infusion stand, and the nurse stepped back a bit.

"Mr. Carlos?! Please calm down..."

She shouted, and Rand didn't even realize that it actually meant him (to avoid trouble, Rogers used a name that was said to be his boyfriend when Rand was admitted to the hospital).

Finally, Rogers stopped in front of Rand: "Oh, hey, man, are you okay? How can I not know that you are the type that will panic because of infusion? Calm down! That is your anti-inflammatory Medicine, and you have already got it..."

While he was talking, Rand had already sat back in the chair because of the force of help. He stared blankly at Rogers, and suddenly interrupted the other party's words.

"The doctor...the doctor...he put some things on my wound, God..."

He murmured that the high fever, or the aftereffects of the anesthetic still confused his mind.

He tried to pull the bandage on his right hand.

"Wait, buddy, really, wait... God, what are you doing?!"

"The doctor put some very disgusting things in my wounds, and then he sewed it, I want to get it out!"

"Sew on? What are you talking about?"

"Mr. Carlos! Please don't do this..."

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In the stop of the nurse and Rogers, Rand insisted on tearing down the bandages, but to his surprise, there was only a long and narrow wound on his arm. The wound is covered by a layer of translucent flesh-colored film – without any traces of the needle.

Rand blinked and tried to make himself more awake. He confirmed it again and found that he was not mistaken.

"...they didn't give you a needle, Rand, the doctor who gave you the emergency room was fainted before the needle because of fatigue, and you had an adverse reaction to the anesthetic, your wound was smooth, and finally they decided to give it to you. Bio-glue was used for bonding."

Rogers glanced at the nurse and frowned and explained to Rand.

"Adverse reactions?"

Rand helped his forehead and tried to figure out what was going on.

After calming down, he got a more detailed explanation from the nurse who was dissatisfied. As Rogers said, some people heard the crash outside the emergency room. When they rushed into the emergency room, they saw a doctor who had fainted on the ground and did not respond, and a stunned rand due to anesthesia. - In theory, the anesthetic injected before suturing will only make RAND partially lose its ability to perceive the arm. This is also the "adverse reaction" pointed out by the hospital. Rand is very sensitive to the anesthetic. What is even more troublesome is that the anesthetic also gives him varying degrees of dizziness, nausea and hallucination.

"You have been screaming and shouting ‘Don’’ to stop your hand. I think you must have a very bad illusion, so you will see bio glue as a living thing.”

Rogers shrugged his shoulders and said to Rand.

The nurse came over and tried to help Rand re-wrapp the wound, but Rand couldn't help but avoid her.

"No, I don't think I need it."

Rand’s lips trembled and said.

That may indeed be an illusion, and although Rand’s heart is still full of panic and doubt, he accepted this statement.

However, he still resisted covering the wound. The meat piece in his arm in the previous "illusion" made him feel uneasy about the wound. He couldn't help but observe the wound on his arm to make sure it was all right.

Then he and Rogers left the hospital as quickly as possible, and there was still a breath that made him very uncomfortable.

The real, unusually painful needle, the red eyes under the doctor's bangs, the pieces of meat curled under the scorpion...

Is it really an illusion?

Rand looked at his arm again.

The car started, and Rand faintly heard some noise in the sound of the engine.

When the car drove out of the hospital, he looked back unconsciously and found that there seemed to be any commotion there.

What happened to the accident?

The thought swiftly crossed his thoughts and then crossed out at a faster rate. Anyway, what happened in the hospital has nothing to do with him, Rand thought.

Vol2

Bart Barkley is a power repairer who complains about it.

Especially when he was called from the arrogant hospital administrative staff to repair their **** broken elevators from vacation, his complaints became even more unscrupulous. "Damn, that stuff we checked last week!"

He muttered dissatisfiedly at the phone.

"I know, but it still has problems. People complain that there is a disgusting smell in the elevator, and the lighting has become intermittent. I think there may be a mouse crawling into the mezzanine..."

"Okay, okay, I am coming, I will fix it."

Bart hangs up the phone, then spits out a spit, swaying over a transvestite and a pale nerd, walking inside the hospital.

At the beginning he just thought it would be a small problem.

Just like he has done countless repairs, he routinely placed a "maintenance" sign outside the faulty elevator, routinely hitting the elevator and preparing to open the service port. But the **** maintenance port was stuck with only a small slit, as if something was pressing on it.

"Oh, shit."

Bart cursed, he could even smell the strong smell.

"bump--"

He gave the iron plate a punch and tried to get it open.

It did open.

Sprayed with a scented, viscous liquid.

Bart fell off the ladder, and the liquid smeared him, followed by a large strip of meat that slipped from the mouth of the service and fell on him.

When Bart panicked and wiped the blood on his face, he opened his eyes, and the most terrible scene he had seen so far appeared in his vision.

It was a broken body of a woman.

The skin of her limbs and torso, the rich fat under the skin and the soft muscles are all cleaned up by anything. There are even clear visible teeth on the pink bones. However, those in the abdominal cavity have foreign bodies. For example, the digestive system of digestives and excreta and the lungs are like garbage, and are abandoned above the elevator car.

The woman's face has been eaten clean, and the two eyeballs rolled out of the black hole's eyelids and stopped on the cloth that had been dyed dark red by the blood—the cloth might be the uniform she wore before her death.

A badge is still as honest as it was before.

A blood stain stuck to the back half of it, and the only thing that could be seen clearly was - Lola.

While a man screamed and gathered in the elevator, a man slammed his eyes in a lounge at the other end of the hospital.

He is the doctor who is considered to be "excessively tired."

Colleagues didn't find too many problems after roughly checking him. He looked like he was sleeping... So his colleagues moved him to the lounge and hoped to make him feel better.

But if his colleagues can see him now, I am afraid I will be shocked by my previous misdiagnosis of this man.

His eyeballs became cloudy and covered with a lot of red blood, and the rupture of the capillaries caused his skin to be covered with bright red patches. The entire lounge was filled with the stench of human waste. The unfortunate doctor had been incontinent before, but he didn't even notice this at the moment he woke up.

He stumbled and climbed up, shaking his body toward the door like a zombie.

His friend, another young doctor, just came in at this time.

"Mason? How do you feel now - oh, God! Mason?!"

The friend screamed at the moment he saw him. He involuntarily stepped back and tried to avoid the doctor, but the other person had already smashed toward him like a fallen stone statue.

The doctor's hand grabbed the clothes of a frightened friend, and his eyes, which almost completely protruded from the eyes, stared at each other.

"(*...%¥¥......"

He tried to speak, but the swollen tongue made all his words into an unknown bark.

"Mason?! God..."

Mason gasped for pain because of high fever. He felt pain and severe pain.

In the next second, the blood and vomit mixed with necrotic visceral debris spewed out like a fountain.

In front of a screaming colleague, he fell to the ground.

......

Four hours later, the frightened doctors determined the cause of Mason's death.

A variant of the severe infection of the carcinogen.

The germ almost eroded all of his organs, and they became almost mucus-like stuff. It's hard to imagine that less than three hours before Mason's illness, his colleagues were almost as normal as they were.

This level of intense infection can hardly be said to have been encountered in human history.

The hospital was immediately blocked, and the US Centers for Disease Control urgently dispatched a medical team from Atlanta to Kansas.

After a second inspection of Mason’s corpse wreckage, the medical team applied for cia to assist in the investigation.

At the same time the entire case was marked as a red emergency case sent to the Ministry of Defence.

"We have reason to suspect that this case may be a prelude to a premeditated biochemical attack."

On the document, the cdc official wrote.

His judgment was not without reason, because when he was autopsed to Mason, they found an artificial wound on his abdomen. And the unprecedented carnivorous bacteria is likely to be poured into Mason's body from this wound.

At the same time, the female corpse found in the elevator car, the body of the nurse Lola, also detected the presence of carnivorous bacteria - the only difference from Mason is that the degree of variation of carnivores injected into the body of Lola is not developed, it is dill The pulled organ is very low in corrosion, perhaps because of this, the last injurer used another way to deal with her body.

The person concerned refused to disclose what the tooth marks on the bone of the unlucky woman were.

When the citizens were not aware of it, the entire Kansas was listed as a state of emergency, and agents began to swim in the city looking for possible biochemical attackers.

On the other hand, cia began to secretly search for a man named "Carlos", which is the key figure of Lola and Mason's last contact before the accident.

Of course, they already know that it is a pseudonym, a fake identity. This made them more certain that this is probably a prelude to a terrorist attack.

What is puzzling, however, is that this fake identity is so impeccable (including the "Carlos" companion, a dresser with unusually obvious features), they are even completely untrackable, they are very old, avoiding all monitoring The camera, in addition to a part of the monitoring line was determined to be destroyed afterwards.

So the last cia can get only the information of witnesses.

Among them, the testimony of a nurse is considered to be the most important.

"...Yes, he was injured in his hand. It was obviously hurt by something very sharp. We gave him some bio glue... His spirit is not normal. I think he has always insisted that Dr. Mason is in him. Put a living thing in his hand...Name? Oh, yes, I think he has another name, his companion called his name but... God, I have to think about it, I was taking the infusion bag and there was no I care too much about their conversation... I have to think about it, I can be sure that I did hear it, that name is familiar to me..."

The nurse said palely at the table and looked at the tight agents.

She swears that she will remember the name almost immediately, but it is a little worse.

That's right, just a little...

Vol3

"Rand?"

Rand returned from the hustle and bustle.

He sat on the edge of the bathtub, next to his knees, a toilet seat with bandages and tape and potion.

Before Munster probed him, he should be preparing to change the wound on his arm.

"Munster... Is there anything?"

He showed a stubborn smile on it.

Munster climbed in with some hesitation. Since that injury to Rand, it was always timid with a little unknowingly when it was against Rand... like a cockroach holding himself forever. Like high-end jewellery, which can't afford it, it always seems to worry about where it hurts Rand.

As it is now, although it strives to maintain the calm on the surface, the almost erect hair and the silver-blue scales that gradually become flamboyant on it reveal its nervousness.

"You... need help?"

It cautiously asked Rand, who had been in the bathroom for a short time, but the scattered bandages showed that he did not complete the process of taking the medicine. Munster always felt that it was because he only had one. The only hand can move.

Rand's face became a little subtle, and he shook his head at Munster.

"No, I don't think I need it."

"I, I will be very careful, I will control the power, I will not hurt you."

Munster said eagerly.

Rand frowned and put his gaze back on his arm. He pulled the bandage left on his arm.

"I am not worried about your strength, Munster, I am just... I am afraid I don't need medicine any more."

He said dryly.

There was only a very shallow, light pale pink trace on the arm that emerged from the bandage. The huge wound that was unusually awkward two days ago was like an illusion.

The glue used to bond the wound should theoretically fall off after five or six days, at which point the film is intact in Rand's arm. Rand frowned and rubbed the glue down, touching the wound that had healed.

A strong uneasiness sprouted in his heart.

The wound seemed so good that it was too fast, he thought, but was not sure if it was because of the new skin bonding method.

Munster was a lot easier after seeing that the wound had healed. It got closer, and then gently pulled Rand's arm to his head and marveled like a child.

"Rand, hello!"

The scales at the end of it changed back to the peacock blue.

Perhaps because of being too happy, according to the habit, he couldn't help but stick out the tip of his tongue and gently licked Rand's arm.

"Munster!?"

Rand jumped in shock because of the feeling of being embarrassed. "...I have said it many times, you should not do this!"

He had a headache and looked at Munster, who had retracted his tongue, still trying to make the other person more normal.

But Munster, who expected to apologize in truth, seemed to have something different this time.

Its ear spines are open, the hair bulges behind, and the cheeks are covered with a drunken blush. The tightness of the muscles causes the horrible mouthparts to pop out from the folds inside the mouth, an anemone-like tremor The tips rubbed against each other, secreting a sticky splatter with a strong scent and falling to the ground.

"Lan...de..." Its eyes became confused and hot, and looked at Rand, and there were some slurred words when he spoke. "You pick it up... sweet..."

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