Mermaid Effect

"Vincent—"

Rand rushed towards Vincent.

Because he was so frightened that his hands and feet were so uncoordinated, he fell on the ground without any obstacles, leaving a serious bruise on his knee that lasted for half a month, but at this moment Rand didn't even Did not feel any pain.At this moment, he didn't have any fear or resistance to Vincent in his heart.

He knelt beside Vincent, resting his head on his knees.

Vincent's body was trembling very slightly, perhaps convulsing, his chest was pumping but Rand put his finger in front of his nose and found that he wasn't breathing in air at all.

Rand didn't know what happened to Vincent at all. He shook Vincent's head back tremblingly, trying to get his breathing back to normal, but it didn't help at all—at the same time, he was using the loudest decibel he could emit in his life. The voice called to someone outside.

He just wanted to blow up the damn soundproof wall.

Vincent looked particularly ferocious because of the twisted facial muscles, and his face turned blue.Rand stared at him intently.

Intense fear cut his nerves like lightning.

No, come on, Vincent will die.

Vincent will die.

Rand pressed Vincent's ribs, pinched his nose and put his head next to his dry and cold lips like lizard skin, giving him artificial respiration.

"Vincent, hold on, just hold on!"

……

For Rand, all this seems so long, like people say "like a century".

He heard someone rush in through the door, and he was roughly ripped away from Vincent.

A woman with champagne hair stood beside Vincent like a lioness guarding her cubs.

"Bring me a stretcher! I need to put him on the plane, we have medical equipment!"

Her voice sounded far away.

Rand was thrown on the corner of the sofa. He sat on the cold carpet and watched the woman grab the injection from her pocket and stick it in Vincent's artery. She roughly poured the golden liquid into the white man. in the man's body.

There was a long and deep hoarse gasp like a beast in Vincent's chest, and then he suddenly started coughing.

He could finally breathe.

Until this moment, before Rand's eyes, the scene that seemed to be pressed in slow motion suddenly became normal.

Rand looked at the champagne-haired woman in front of him with a pale face... Consciousness slowly recovered.

Oh, it's Caroline.

She is Caroline and the man on the ground is Vincent.

A pain that almost knocked Rand unconscious finally reached his body like a snail at this time.Rand felt his back hurt like hell, and his knees burned and ached as if they were shattered.He had just hit the corner of the sofa, and for a military airport office sofa, it was horribly hard.

At this time, the staff transported a streamlined stretcher with special space wheels into the office, and two white nurses rushed in and transferred Vincent from the ground to the stretcher in the most professional way.

Rand took a deep breath, and he forced himself to stand up from the ground, although the pain from the bruise caused a black mist to float in front of his eyes.Then he dragged his feet and followed behind Caroline... The latter was instructing others to send Vincent to his private jet.

Rand didn't know what was wrong with Vincent, but judging from Caroline's series of pointers to those people, they seemed to have known about Vincent's problem and prepared medical equipment that exceeded the normal configuration— — Just like when a Saudi Arabian oil magnate knew he had a heart attack, he always had a medical team and two heart donors on his private jet.

Caroline's steps were fast and hasty, her face was full of a seriousness that made Rand feel scared. She didn't find Rand who barely followed behind until the end of the covered bridge.

"Sorry, Rand."

She turned to Rand and said.

"what?"

Rand didn't understand that Caroline's drooping eyelids covered her vision, making it difficult to see her true thoughts.

"I mean, you can go back, I will send someone to take you back."

"I……"

Rand looked at Caroline with wide eyes in surprise.

"I know you're worried about Vincent, but," Caroline bit her lips, and she took a deep breath as if to control herself, and then she said to him in a voice that was as fake as a plastic sheet. Rand continued, "Is this enough? Rand... Now Vincent needs a calmer state. There are some problems with his body. I need to send him back to Washington in the shortest possible time. He needs some special treatment."

"It's not a small problem, is it?" Rand said, and he unexpectedly found that his voice had also become unfamiliar. It sounded like it was coming from under the water, "If so, Caroline, I Think I should stay with him..."

"But you don't want to do that at all!"

……

Rand looked at Caroline, that wonderful sense of nothingness that seemed to throw his whole soul away from the scene appeared again.He never thought that Caroline would interrupt him in such a rude way, she looked at him so strangely.

She stroked her hair, raised her eyebrows, and spoke to Rand.

"God, I hate it...but I have to say this, Rand, you ain't going to be of any use even if you get on the plane, are you? Get along with Wensen, no, you don’t need to rush to deny it, anyone with eyes can see it, including me, including Wensen, so this is why I will stop you here, Wensen’s current body The situation...is not suitable for being with you, he is an excitable person after all. So, you just need to go home, and I will let you know if there is any news, I promise."

Caroline's eyes were cold. She was angry because of Vincent's matter, but she had to suppress it deeply.

While listening to her say this, Rand suddenly noticed this.

He gaped, trying to refute but found that all the voices were stuck in his throat like dry cotton.

Someone poked his head out of the control room and gestured to Caroline that he needed to move the bridge out of the way—the plane was about to take off.

Caroline gave Rand a deep look for the last time, and she walked directly into the airport without saying anything else.

The silver door was closed before Rand's eyes.

Some people took Rand off the covered bridge and stuffed him into a luxurious stretch Lincoln.

In the long and narrow compartment, there is a coffee table with a black crystal top—the things that Rand likes, coffee, water, chocolate, and red velvet biscuits—are placed on it—Vincent, and the people around Vincent will never forget these detail.

There was the scent of orchids in the air.

Rand's body sank deeply in the leather seat, but he felt like a walking dead, completely devoid of any thinking ability.

The pain in his back and legs felt like it was on fire, but something deep inside Rand was more unbearable than this burning pain.

He had absolutely no idea why things were happening the way they were.

The long black Lincoln carried the man, Rand Sievers, like a ghost, down the road under a deep purple night sky, with a pale moon above it.

No one answered the man's question.

At the same time, in another place, Rand was 7000 meters above his head.Vincent is having a dream.

He hadn't dreamed for a long time, but when the big cream-yellow French Colonial house reappeared in his world, he realized with horror that he was there again.

Back to 16 years ago.

He looked down at his hands, a pair of white and slender hands, he was wearing a school uniform, with a black schoolbag under his arms.

Even without looking at him he knew there was something stuffed in there—chocolates, biscuits, or greeting cards—that was his consolation at the exclusive private high school, and everyone knew about that.

His younger brother was dragged from his house and never returned.

The sun was about to set, and the sunlight turned red on the edge of the distant mountains, but the darkness had begun to spread over Vincent's head 16 years ago.

He could hear his heart whimpering, but his body still walked into the house along the rosemary path completely uncontrollably.

A woman was sitting in the living room waiting for him.

With her curly black hair, emerald eyes, and pale skin, she resembled Rand so much that Vincent flinched reflexively when he saw her face.She was beautiful once, of course, she is beautiful now, at least in Vincent's dream—even if her cheeks are sunken and haggard as if she will die the next day.

The room was furnished by her.

The floors are polished brown-stained maple, the dado is paneled in the same tone, and on the upper half of the walls is pink wallpaper with golden patterns of vines and birds.The living room is large, with antique furniture that the Severs love, on a hand-woven rug.Chandeliers cast a yellowish glow above the living room.

All this should be warm and happy.

However, the blood on the carpet exudes a strong, almost suffocating smell of rust.

"Hi Vincent, you're back."

The woman turned her head and looked at Vincent with a smile.

Vincent walked over step by step.

His father's body unfolded in his sight bit by bit.

The man who had hugged him just that morning and told him everything was going to be okay fell on his back, his stomach brutally slit open, and his ugly entrails scattered beneath him like smashed berries.

He kept his eyes open the whole time, staring up at himself with that unbelievable surprise.

"Sorry, I seem to have screwed myself up."

The woman said to Vincent weakly, and she bent down and pulled out the silver knife from the man's abdomen.

Her hands were completely dyed red, looking like long red lace gloves.

She put that hand on Vincent's shoulder, forcing him to sit down on the sofa - with his father's head at his feet.

The woman sat down opposite Vincent.

There was even a fruit plate on the coffee table—Vincent couldn't help wondering why there was a fruit plate here—he looked at those fruits and his mind went blank.

Until the woman's hoarse and illusory voice forced him to turn his attention to her.

Don't look, don't look--

The wailing in his heart was so strong that if there was an entity, it might have turned into a real beast and tore open his chest to escape.

But in this dream, he still looked at the woman uncontrollably.

"Vincent, why aren't you optimistic about Rand?" She began to cry, and tears washed away the blood splashing on her face.

"I can't stand it, Vincent, and I'm sorry I did all this."

She is sobbing.

"...But, you should really look after him. You are an older brother. You should protect Rand. You should protect him. Why can't you do this?"

She covered her face with her hands, then raised her head suddenly.

Vincent had to look at the pair of green eyes that had completely fallen into madness.

She, that woman, Vincent's mother, Mrs. Sievers—she gave Vincent a desperate smile that he would never see again in his future life, and then picked up the silver knife, precisely and simply cut his own carotid artery.

Under the pumping pressure of the heart, the blood gushing out from the wound instantly bathed Wen Sen's whole body.

He tried to escape, but at that moment his body was completely unable to move.

He could only sit there, letting the hot, bright red fountain of blood spray on every inch of his skin, every capillary, and every fold of his soul.

"You should protect him."

Mrs. Sievers' body fell vertically off the sofa, and her head hit Vincent's toes.

Her lips opened and closed slightly, unable to make any sound, but Vincent knew what she was going to say.

"You should protect Rand."

……