Mermaid Effect

I feel that the recent updates are a bit dark, so I opened my mind somehow.

The setting is that the kidnapping case never happened. Because of this incident, Rand's parents realized that the family is more important, so they began to withdraw from Shenbai and only kept the shares.

Vincent entered Deep White after graduation and became part of the leadership.

Rand went to college.

Mrs. Sievers is in menopause.

There were times when Rand Sievers wished he hadn't been so observant.

After an unsuccessful kidnapping on him many years ago, Sievers' parents took Vincent and him to this remote location to escape reporters who were as infiltrating as flies on honey. I spent the whole summer vacation in my villa.

The cool breeze blowing from the lake perfectly eliminates the summer heat, in addition to the pleasant woods and the misty flowers every morning.Rand didn't know what happened in the end, but the only thing that was certain was that this seemingly simple summer house finally conquered their parents, so almost every summer since then, Rand and Vincent had to live in this place. Take it for a full month in a place that doesn't even have the Internet-thanks to the popularity of Facebook many years later, a celebrity with his head in the water marked this place as a summer resort.So in the past two years, companions who could look at the lake in a daze with Rand finally had creatures other than deer and wild dogs.

Rand felt that if he was gay, he would have kissed the photo of the young man named Mark Zuckerberg [-] times a day...

And now, what Rand should have had was a nice summer afternoon spent by the lake with some lovely girls (which is actually a rare thing) before returning to Seaver exhausted. The Si family's summer house by the lake.

But as he enjoyed a hot shower in the bathroom and opened the drawer to put on his underwear, he realized something that was driving him crazy.

His panties had been touched.

Oh, please don't laugh, for Rand it's a symptom of a nightmare, as funny as it is.

At first glance, there was nothing wrong with those underwear, they were clean, soft, and neatly stacked in Rand's drawer, but the problem was precisely the "neatness".Rand swears there's no way he'll be able to find the energy to get his closet to look like he's about to charge fifty dollars while he's unpacking and show it to others on the theme of "the daily life of an obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Especially the underpants... In fact, when he entered this room and tried to accept the boring time he was going to have for a month in mourning, he didn't have any intention to organize his things at all, he just put the suitcase Take everything out and stuff it in the closet, and finally, close the closet door, that's all.For a college boy, he behaved perfectly normal, and Rand never had a problem with his kimchi-crumpled panties in his drawer.

The panties now appearing in his drawer are horribly neat.

Also, the smell of those underwear was not right, they exuded a delicate and light scent of patchouli and cedar, which is not used in any normal detergent, except his brother. , Vinson, recently developed an organic brand of soap that can't be sold by any stretch of the imagination.

"Once again..."

Rand Sievers once again felt his sanity burning. He grabbed the pair of underwear, wrapped in a bath towel and rushed to the room next door that belonged to Vincent.

He was as angry as a rhinoceros, and rhinoceros didn't seem to have the habit of knocking on doors, and so on, neither did he.

So when he roared angrily, "Vinson Sievers, you fucking washed my underwear again?!", he rushed into the room without thinking that there was another person in the room besides Vincent.

That's Caroline...

Embarrassingly, right behind Rand's voice was the crisp sound of Caroline's slap on Vincent's face.

Caroline's makeup was as exquisite as ever, but now her facial expression was so distorted that she looked like a villain in some third-rate movie.

"...washing underwear?"

She opened her mouth, looked at Vincent with disbelief and strong disgust, and repeated it.

Vincent looked back at her without any expression, and the next second, Caroline's broken voice screamed in the room-"Vinson Sievers, you pervert! I want to break up with you, do you hear me?" , I want to break up with you!"

Panting like a bull after she finished speaking, she passed Rand, kicked open the door and walked out.

……

Rand stared at everything in front of him dumbfounded (especially when he found that he couldn't take his eyes off the slap on Vincent's face), he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said to Vincent dryly.

"Uh... It seems that I came at a bad time."

He said, and then slowly pinched the panties in his hands to the palm of his hand.

Vincent turned his head. Because his eyes were too light in color, they would reflect a shimmer in the shadows like a beast, which made him look more terrifying than usual.

There was a burst of cold air behind Rand.

He never thought that his protest would be heard by Caroline, as if this incident had become the last straw that crushed her.

Now is definitely not a good time to discuss underwear with Vincent, but when Rand tried to move out of the room, Vincent came to him first.He pulled the pair of underwear out of Rand's hands, folded them into a neat square, and handed them back to him.

"Is there something wrong with the panties?"

He blinked and asked without any expression.

Rand had to take a deep breath before barely keeping his voice calm when speaking.

"No... Vincent... don't you think now is not the time to discuss this issue? Caroline..."

"When you came in just now, you expressed a strong protest against me washing your underwear." Vincent interrupted Rand directly, "So, is there a problem?"

……

Rand clenched the muscles in his mouth, restraining his urge to growl.

It sounded rude, but he still deeply felt that there was definitely something abnormal in the head of the man in front of him, his brother.

"You helped me wash my underwear, which is very illegal in itself!"

Rand waved the small piece of fabric in front of Vincent's eyes.

"This kind of behavior is so fucking weird, why do you do this kind of thing? I told you that I really don't need my own brother to help me wash my underwear!"

"Because Sophia tried to sell your panties to strangers."

Vincent answered Rand as a matter of course like a machine.

The Sophia he was talking about was the maid fired by the Sievers family not long ago, and the reason for her dismissal was precisely because she stole some personal items of the Sievers members and put them on eBay after labeling them as "pants". By the way, she also secretly took some photos of Rand's life, and these photos made an outstanding contribution to the jump of the auction price.

The final settlement of the matter ended with Sophia's repatriation, but it turned on a strange switch in Vincent.

The worried corporate executive started worrying frantically about Rand's underwear - the first time Rand woke up in the middle of the night and saw Vincent rubbing his underwear in the bathroom, Rand really felt that his brother It's completely hopeless.

"Sophia was just an accident!" Rand screamed, scratching his hair. "There will always be a way to deal with those underwear! I can use the washing machine..."

"The way the washing machine is cleaned can lead to cross-infection of bacteria..."

"Well I can clean them myself..."

"Your movements are irregular and your patience is not enough to support you to thoroughly wash off your underwear..."

"Okay, Vincent, you win! Big deal, I don't have to wash them, I'll have enough new panties... Anyway, I'll always have panties to wear..."

Rand could almost hear his soul being blown away by some powerful, invisible wind as he painfully tried to convince Vincent that, in doing so, he was challenging a God-ordained code.

"Even store-bought panties aren't as clean as you might think..."

"Stop it, Vincent!"

Rand staggered back and leaned his back against the wall, almost crying (though he wasn't).

"I can always go without underwear..."

"Rand..." Vincent walked in front of him, and put his hands on Rand's shoulders. His face that was as bloodless as a stone statue was full of solemnity.

His gaze made Rand raise his head unconsciously, and he felt that Vincent had something very important to say to him.

"There were terrorists on board a Deep White-owned US Airways plane a few days ago."

"..."

"There is a PETN high-explosive bomb hidden in his underwear, about fifteen centimeters long. In theory, this bomb can blow up the entire plane in two, and countless people will die..."

Rand frowned. He looked at Vincent worriedly, and began to think desperately about the meaning of everything he said.

Maybe this horrible incident put a lot of pressure on Vincent, so now is not a good time to argue with him about his underwear...

"In the end the bombing was completely unsuccessful, the terrorist only burned his groin - he didn't change his underwear for two weeks and the bomb was disabled - Rand, I really don't want you to be like this... "

Rand's breathing stopped for a split second, and it took him a few seconds to realize that Vincent was discussing the matter with him with genuine seriousness (which was all the more annoying, Rand had to admit. this point).

He threw his underwear directly on Vincent's face.

"Vinson Sievers! You bastard!"

He growled at Vincent.

Just as he was trying to fight Vincent, their mother appeared outside the door.

She looked almost passed out.

"What are you guys doing? God, you guys fighting each other? At this age?"

Rand felt very embarrassed. He subconsciously put the underwear in his hand behind his back, and he really didn't want the already chaotic scene to continue to be chaotic.

"Mom? Vincent and I are just...communicating..."

He tried to cover it up, but Vincent took the conversation straight away.

"Rand was just annoyed at me for washing his underwear."

Vincent's face was pale, with a trace of unbearable pain.

"I didn't know that he would be so opposed to this matter. I... just want to make sure that everything is fine with him, after all, that part is very important..."

……

Standing beside Vincent, Rand listened to his words, and felt himself hearing the weathered voice of his soul again.