Mermaid Effect

Vol1

美国

Washington

Shenbai Biotechnology Headquarters

secret emergency center

07:40AM

Anderson tucked his floppy body into the black lambskin executive chair, turned around behind the walnut desk, and met Caroline's face.

"What did you do with that guy... Vincent Sievers...?"

Caroline pulled her cigarette from between her lips and pressed it heavily on the ashtray by her hand.

Her burnt face was reminiscent of a devil crawling out of hell, and the doctors had warned her countless times about her addiction to cigarettes and alcohol, but she didn't seem to care that much.For example, the ashtray in her hand is now completely filled with the remains of burned cigarettes.

Gray ash fell on the smooth table, and Caroline leaned over and pouted and blew them up, right in the direction of Anderson.

Anderson rubbed the center of his brows, he stepped back a little without a trace, his carefully combed hair looked a little greasy, and the corners of his mouth drooped down, making his expression look ugly and hesitant.

Caroline didn't even want to see Anderson's disgusting face. This hypocritical and cowardly man could not even compare to Vincent's hair-yet he was sitting in Vincent's place now.

Just thinking about it made Caroline feel like she was going crazy.

She took another cigarette from the pack and lit it, forcing herself to calm down and face Anderson.

"Process? I don't like your word that much, Anderson, that's Vincent Sievers, at least he still owns the company in terms of equity, so next time you better learn not to use 'process' in front of me This word comes to modify Vincent."

she says.

"I thought he was an experimental subject with a batch number now, and that's not the point of our conversation now. I know you still have deep feelings for him, in fact, I do, but he has to be" Deal with it. We don't have much time, and people from the Ministry of Defense will send an investigation team at nine o'clock..." Anderson raised his head and frowned at Caroline.

"Vinson Sievers is just sick."

"Get ill?"

Anderson was eventually irritated by the indifference Caroline displayed.

He stood up and clapped his hands heavily on the table.

"Need I remind you why we're here now? Because he's 'ill' and gave birth to a first-degree experimental accident! More than 170 casualties! Half of the 'Poseidon' establishment is wiped out, and our remaining 90.00% of the experimental subjects of Four were forced to be destroyed! Caroline, have you ever thought about what will happen to those people from the Ministry of National Defense if they find out that even the high-ranking members of the Deep White have turned into monsters because of your damned mermaid stock solution? Think?! They will stop the entire project! Not to mention the damage caused to us by this accident..."

"so what?"

Caroline spoke suddenly, interrupting Anderson's groggy growl.

"It's not like we haven't had the same accident, but Vincent is always good at fooling those idiots. Anderson, since you're sitting here, you should work a little harder instead of putting all your energy into it." On flirting with my assistant."

"you--"

Anderson's face turned blood red at that moment, and he was soon furious because of the undisguised sarcasm in Caroline's tone.

That's right, in fact, he already had some regrets.

Becoming a deep white CEO seems to have a bright future, but the reality is almost cruel - especially the "Siren Project", as a secret biological weapon test program, the darkness it represents is completely different from the normal business activities Anderson has come into contact with.What is even more disturbing is that this plan is now full of loopholes. All kinds of high-level experimental accidents have made Anderson terrified, and hiding these accidents from the government makes him even more frightened.

It was as if he was on the throne of the king of hell. Others saw the dazzling light, but only he knew that there were brimstone and flames under his ass.

Anderson stood there, staring at the alien-like ugly woman in front of him with extremely vicious eyes. After a short silence, his face twisted.

"I think the conversation between us is meaningless, Caroline, you are crazy... I don't care, I will report Vincent's problem to the Ministry of Defense as it is, it is too dangerous, it It will destroy us all, it should be destroyed!!!" He waved his arms like an enraged orangutan.

"Oh, yeah? And then? And then the whole experiment was shut down... Have you forgotten how much we've spent them? Do you really think we'll be able to get away with this?"

Caroline leaned closer to Anderson, her eyes rolled behind the crusty skin, the horrible appearance made Anderson feel physically sick, and the threat in her words made Anderson even more irritated.

"Then I will order his internal destruction."

Anderson grabbed Caroline by the collar. Of course, he shouldn't treat a lady like this, but the current Caroline really couldn't make him feel conscious... In his eyes, the woman standing in front of him The creature is just a monster.

"You better dare to do that..."

Caroline screamed, and she and Anderson looked at each other, the madness in their eyes made the latter shudder.

After a brief stalemate, Anderson tightened his lips but let go of Caroline's collar.

……

"So, what the hell do you want to do? Let Vincent continue to stay in the laboratory like this? Damn, I thought you had a good relationship with him..."

"I'll find a way."

"what?"

"I can make Vincent normal," Caroline said, her voice firm and frenzied. "I just need a little time. I've found a way out of this."

Anderson turned his head, and he stared at Caroline, full of disbelief.

"The method you said is..."

"What we need to do is very simple," Caroline grinned, revealing bright red gums and teeth that had turned yellow under the action of the drug, "We need to find Rand Seavers..."

Vol2

Kansas, USA

Munster didn't understand what happened in a short moment.

In the last second it was immersed in heavenly happiness—although Rand's body tensed unconsciously when it approached, his heartbeat and breathing showed a beautiful and gentle rhythm, and his body The kind of sweetness that exudes also fully proves his response to Munster...

However, in the next second, everything changed.

Rand became as cold and stiff as a tombstone frozen in frost.

The sweetness is gone, replaced by a metallic bitterness.

"Rand? What's wrong with you?"

Munster rubbed against Rand's side uneasily, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist, just like he had been doing before, expressing his intimacy.But this time it was dodged.

Rand and Rogers exchanged glances, and the expressions on their faces looked so strange.

Then Rand turned his head, frowning tightly, not knowing how to face a certain innocent and sweet little monster.

"I need to get out for a while, Munster."

It took a long time for Rand to speak dryly, his voice became extremely hoarse due to tension and fright, as if a red-hot stone had been stuffed in his throat.

"I will go with you!"

Munster said immediately.

Regardless of Rand's slight struggle, it hugged his thigh tightly, stared pitifully at Rand with watery red eyes, and its tail twitched lightly on the ground, fully expressing its emotions.

But Rand was completely unmoved this time, and he even seemed a little absent-minded. Obviously, there were more important things bothering him.

"Rand, I don't think it fits..."

Rogers said coolly from the side.

"I know." Rand interrupted Rogers, and then he lowered his head, stared at Munster, and took a deep breath.

He looked at Munster with pain in his eyes-of course, in fact, Rand even felt that his conscience and compassion as a human being were whipping his own soul.

"Munster, can you please stay at home? I don't think the place I'm going to go to is not suitable for you to be present."

He said to Munster with an unreasonable tenderness.

If the corpse that Rogers said was really the girl who claimed to be Laisha, then Munster was her murderer.

A murderer who murdered an innocent girl—

Under such circumstances, Rand could not take Munster to identify the corpse anyway.

It was a great sin, but in the end Rand decided to face it alone.

……

Under Rand's persuasion, Munster finally stayed at home with extreme reluctance, and at the same time Rand forced it to swear that it would never leave this room under any circumstances.

Munster agreed, though the luster on it faded instantly.

But even so, it was conspicuous, at least to Rand.

Rand had already sat in Rogers' car, looking up through the car window to the window of the bedroom on the second floor, where Munster was pressing his face there, watching the car motionlessly.Rand and its eyes met immediately, and Munster seemed to be finally happy. He patted the glass through the window and waved goodbye to Rand.

"I'll be back soon, Munster."

Rand couldn't help shouting at it.

Vol3

Rogers' car was filled with a strong smell of perfume, and they smelled dizzying.

Rand was sitting in the passenger seat, restless and out of his mind. Because of this, Rand didn't pay much attention when Rogers drove the car on the side road and drove in the opposite direction from Kansas City.

But in the end, the increasingly dense bushes on both sides of the road made him feel something was wrong.

He made a smart move, then snapped back to his senses.

"Is this road really heading for Kansas City?" Rand looked at the overgrown plants on both sides of the road, whose branches and leaves intersected to form a green corridor, and a strong uneasiness slowly rose in his chest.

He smelled something else buried under the perfume—fishy and stink, and the rotting stench of human tissue fluid left to ferment on tools.The tools placed in the rear compartment clanged and bumped into each other.

Rogers turned his head and grinned at him.

"Don't worry, our destination will be here soon."

He said.

"But... aren't we going to the police station? Rogers, are you going the wrong way?"

After Rand saw Rogers' smile, the premonition that something was wrong in his heart became more and more serious.

"Oh, this road is not going to the police station, but we are not going the wrong way."

Rogers said softly in a girlish tone, the smile on his face became deeper and deeper, and he started to remove the disguise, his smile was like the kind of pervert that only appeared in movies and TV dramas, which made Rand feel It's getting creepier.

"I don't know……"

He said, but his left hand involuntarily sneaked towards the button of the seat belt. His throat was very dry, but he always wanted to swallow.

Rogers narrowed his eyes.

When Rand was about to press the unlock button of the seat belt.

Rogers abruptly took out a pickaxe awl about [-] centimeters long from the storage rack under the car door, and then, without any prompting, he slammed the awl at Rand in an attempt to untie the seat belt. the hand.

The pickaxe quickly formed a gore on the back of Rand's hand, and Rand screamed, almost fainting from the pain.

And amidst his screams, Rogers' morbid laughter also sounded.

"Be a good boy, Rand, and don't make me angry."

He said with a giggle.

A handkerchief with a bitter smell was pressed firmly on Rand's face.The latter was sluggish because of this sudden change, and he tried hard to break free, but after a few seconds, he was still defeated by the powerful sleeping pills prepared by Rogers.

"boom……"

Rand's body did not slide to another position under the restraint of the seat belt, his head hit the car window and the center pillar heavily, and a small bruise appeared on his forehead, but at this time he had already Lost all sentience.

Next, Rogers led the comatose Rand forward for another two hours.

They finally arrived at another place Rogers had prepared for himself, a hut on bare ground.

The entire hut was made of stone and powered by a diesel engine—however, Logis had very quickly turned the foothold into a torture chamber.

He also custom-made a wooden frame that looks like the one that crucified Jesus.When Rand slowly woke up from the coma, he found that his wrists and ankles were tied to the four tops of the cross by rough hemp ropes.

The light in the hut was extremely dim, and the only thing that Rand's blurred vision could see clearly was Rogers sitting in front of him. He became completely different from the friendly person Rand knew.

It took Rand a while to realize very dimly that this man with a perverted and distorted expression was Rogers.

Under Rogers' butt was a tattered wooden crate, and behind him was a thick to thin soldering iron rod. In the corner of the wall, a torture tool that looked like an iron maiden was very conspicuous.But the most eye-catching thing in this dark stone house is an operating bed.

Its railings are rusted, and there are conspicuous shackles on the headboard and bunks.

"I got this in Peach Lake Public Prison."

Seeing Rand looking at it, Rogers shrugged his shoulders, and he said with a smile.

"It was the first place in the United States to use lethal injection...it was too early. In fact, the death penalty there was not so much lethal injection as it was human death experiment. Those weird drugs always With such and such sequelae, the doctors simply made a mess of death. At that time, in order to prevent the death row prisoners from hurting the group of doctors because of struggling too hard, the prison used a special operating bed with shackles— —Oh, Rand, I really like seeing your expression now, it's so beautiful. You're smart, you know what I mean, you're right, I'll use this bed for you later..."

Rand stared stiffly at the chattering Rogers, he didn't listen to Rogers' series of words without any nutrition at all.

He just wanted to know...

"why?"

he asks.

"Because I love you, Rand, my little brother." Rogers stood up, and then he cupped Rand's face, "And because I hate you...you forget me, you forget everything, you forget That wonderful little family of me, Mommy and you."

"I really don't understand what you are doing, Rogers? Are you approaching me on purpose? For money? Or are you an animal protectionist who opposes deep white? What exactly are you trying to do..."

"Hush——" Rogers put his finger on his lips, and he looked at Rand eagerly, "Don't say such an unappetizing thing, Rand. Yes, I deliberately approached you, but I I don't approach you for money or anything, I approach you for...you. You are one of my greatest creations."

Rogers smiled and cut Rand's clothes with scissors. He approached Rand with a strong flashlight and shined on his exposed skin.After discovering that there was nothing on Rand, Rogers suddenly became gloomy.

"Damn it, did you destroy my work? Rand...you bad boy..."

He screamed, turned uncontrollably, grabbed a soldering iron stick, and slapped Rand's arm hard.

"Ow..."

Rand yelled uncontrollably, just now, he clearly heard the sound of the forearm bone breaking.

Because of his bound posture, he was completely unable to control the strength of his arm after the forearm fracture, and his weight pulled on his severed hand, which made him more painful.In just ten seconds, Rand saw his arm swell and reveal a purple color.

Rogers then hit Rand several more times with the stick, luckily this time he hit him in the stomach.

After venting his anger, he returned to smiling.

He leaned over and kissed Rand gently on the forehead.

"You should remember it quickly, so that what we have to do later will be more interesting."

Rand had kept his head down before this, looking as weak as a dead dog.However, when Rogers was approaching him, he suddenly turned his head, opened his mouth suddenly, and bit Rogers' ear.

"Damn-"

Rogers jumped up, he broke free from Rand, and covered his ears.

Blood gushed from his fingers.

Rand's teeth were stained red.

"You son of a bitch."

Crazy anger appeared on Rogers' face. He raised his hand and slapped Rand fiercely. Just like before, he didn't seem to be able to control his anger. He slapped Rand for a long time until Rand His face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rand turned his head slowly, spat out a mouthful of blood, and found his own teeth in it.The severe pain made Rand feel a ringing in his ears, and for a short time he couldn't even feel his face at all, as if his soul had been disconnected from his body.

He was in so much pain that he wanted to curse God, but opened his mouth only to find that he couldn't even speak because of the swelling.

On the other hand, Rogers, who was tyrannical like a devil a few seconds ago, changed another face without warning a few seconds later.With tears in his eyes, he took Rand's face again with both hands, and whispered to him in a trembling tone.

"Oh, I don't want to do this to you, my little brother, my Rand...why are you always so misbehaving?"

……

Rand's body trembled involuntarily.

"My little brother, why are you always misbehaving..."

These words suddenly struck into the depths of his heart, and a strong sense of fear suddenly rose.

A certain switch left in his soul seemed to be turned on suddenly by these words.

"You are……"

Rand raised his head and said to Rogers with his lips struggling.

"I am your brother. Your creator, Rand, remember that poem?" He lowered his voice, staring at the face that had been so swollen from the previous beating that it was almost impossible to recognize the facial features, " You are in your prime, but you sleep forever in the tomb, there is a star in the palace of the god of death, you will understand that it has insight into us, and whoever betrays will be taken away by the star..."

He read to Rand.

That was... that was the poem that had appeared on Rand's skin... Rand suddenly remembered.