Mermaid Effect

After hearing that word, Rand's facial muscles twitched, and his lips trembled slightly, but in the end he found that he had no idea how to answer Munster's question.

The elevator door reached the bottom floor and the door opened.Rand pushed Munster through two corridors, and finally came to a corner that could be said to be secluded. They only needed to turn another corner and walk for a while, and they could leave this crowded room through the emergency exit. Suffocating hospital.

However, Rand still unknowingly slowed down his pace.

"Who told you this?"

he asks.

"TV? Oh no, did someone see you anyway?"

The tentacles on the top of Munster's head flicked slightly, and its red eyes accelerated the frequency of the blinking membrane flashing the eyeballs where Rand could not see.

Out of a mood it couldn't understand, it didn't want Rand to know that it was a word someone looked at it and said in front of it.

The little girl's undisguised disgust and fear made Munster vaguely aware of something it had never thought of before—those humans were afraid of it.

Before that it flitted through a park in the shadows of the trees, where there were also humans with their ugly four-legged companions... some barking lower creatures.However, whether they are adults or children, they have shown an incomparable love for those creatures.

It turned out that it was the real "dog".

Humans are very gentle to "dogs". They hugged "dogs", kissed their wet noses, chased on the grass, and rolled together...

Munster had never been treated like this.

Oh sure, Rand was always the best, and he was gentle, but he never played with Munster like that.

Munster felt a little envious of the group of fluffy animals, but after seeing those fluffy and soft furs, he was still full of confidence in himself. After all, those "dogs" who were too weak could do nothing Protect Rand like it does.

They are also far less beautiful than it is.

……

"'Ugly' is a bad... word?"

Munster turned his head in confusion. It looked at Rand and repeated his question. Although it didn't feel it, Rand noticed the slight uneasiness emanating from it.

"Er, yeah, that's not a very good word."

Rand couldn't help coming to Munster, and he squatted down so that he could talk to Munster face to face.

"The word means... ugly..."

"ugly?"

Munster's red eyes, glimmering in the shadow of his hat, looked stunned.

It had learned the word on TV once, but, ugly?

It obviously has bright scales, and there are many branches of tentacles, and its secretion ability is even stronger...

Munster's tail flapped involuntarily under the blanket, representing some kind of restlessness.

"That person...that girl...she said I was...ugly...meaning...ugly?"

It looked at Rand cautiously, and it could be seen that it was very eager for Rand to give a negative answer.

Rand blinked, feeling very embarrassed.

But in the end he nodded to Munster.

"Yes, you can say the same."

Munster's body became stiff for a moment, and for a moment Rand even felt that it was about to cry, but it turned out that it was just an illusion.

Munster just acted a little dejected...or a little more serious than dejected.

The scales on its body seemed to be covered in gray mist at that moment and became dim.

"Sorry, Munster, but it wasn't your fault..."

Rand felt a trace of regret, he said hastily.

"Some people may think that they are beautiful with smooth skin, beautiful eyes, and a good figure, and those who do not conform to their aesthetics are ugly. But this is wrong. There are always all kinds of people in this world. Creatures, these creatures also have their own different physiological characteristics, narrowly judging beauty and ugliness with the definition of human beings is a very stupid thing..."

Rand desperately wanted to explain, but after a series of words, all he saw was Munster's face, which had become somewhat hollow from the severe blow.

"But, but... I'm... ugly... right?"

It grabbed Rand's sleeve and said hoarsely.

"You just don't quite fit the human definition of aesthetics..."

Rand's words came to an abrupt end on his lips, because four sparkles of water appeared on Munster's face.

"Oh, come on," he moaned softly, then sighed deeply, leaning over and hugging Munster, pressing his wet, scaly face against his. The side of the neck, "You are very distinctive to me, really, you are very..." Rand frowned and struggled for words.

"Smart, yes, smart."

That's right, that's it. Munster may indeed have an ugly appearance for humans, but at least it is smart.

Sometimes, even a little too clever...

"Rand also thinks I'm...unattractive...right?"

Munster was keenly aware of the reluctance in Rand's words.

Its color was now a dismal off-white, such as Rand had never seen in it.

Even its tail, which was always a little restless, seemed to be dehydrated at this moment, drooping limply on the pedal of the wheelchair.

Obviously, Rand has a serious problem with Munster's aesthetics, and he doesn't know how to remedy it now.

For Munster, who was completely depressed, Rand subtly felt the indescribable anxiety.

He shouldn't hit Munster like this. Sometimes the world needs white lies.

Rand seemed to be able to hear a voice in his heart speaking to him.

However, he did not use words to cheer Munster up in the end. In the end, the only thing he could do was push the little monster in the wheelchair, which was motionless and limp like dried squid, towards the exit.

The outside world is too stressful for both Munster and Rand.

Maybe back in that little apartment, he could better appease Munster, Rand thought.

The wheels of the wheelchair rustled softly on the floor, and Rand and Munster were just a short corridor away before they reached the exit.

But at this moment, a thick arm suddenly stretched out and grabbed the handle of the wheelchair heavily.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing—"

"damn you--"

Rand was almost startled by the sudden figure, and he couldn't even help swearing.

But after raising his head, he froze in place unexpectedly.

"Rogers?"

He was shocked.

Rogers was wearing a pink leopard-print T-shirt and zebra-print leggings, with a large neon-green plastic bag slung over his shoulder.

He fits in an all-night access bar, not in a secluded hospital emergency exit, panting and clinging to someone's wheelchair.

"Why are you here?"

Rand asked, staring at the blush on Rogers' face and the beads of sweat on his forehead.

"God, Rand Sievers, you're still asking me what I'm doing here? I've walked around the entire hospital three times just to find you!"

"Find me?"

"That's right, I'm looking for you, the only survivor of the "National Express" bombing, the younger brother of the head of Shenbai Technology, and the former protagonist of the kidnapping case...Your news is everywhere on TV and the Internet, When I saw it, my hair almost stood on end, it was a nightmare, and I was almost worried to death... You are not injured, are you?"

Rogers touched Rand's body up and down, and this behavior finally brought Munster, who was almost out of his body, back to his senses.The latter let out a sharp hiss from under the brim of his hat.

It more or less avenged Rogers for startling Rand, because Rogers was also startled by the sound.

He stared at the wheelchair in Rand's hand, the frown between his brows was already squeezed enough to insert a postcard.

"My God, what the hell is this."

he stepped back and asked.

Rand looked around the corridor, then quickly picked up Munster's hat.

……

"Well, I think Munster should learn to keep his head down forever... No, wait a minute, why does this ghost thing appear here?!"

Rogers grabbed his pink wig and forgot to maintain even that deliberately girly tone when he spoke.

Rand gave him a weak wry smile.

"That's what I want to know too... But the most urgent thing now is to get me and him back."

"Go through the emergency passage?" Rogers put more strength on the wheelchair, "No, no, no, Rand, are you crazy? You must not go through there, I can assure you, there must be someone outside right now. There are tons of paparazzi waiting for you while you push your little monster..."

"Paparazzi waiting for me? What does that mean?"

After Rand heard "paparazzi", his already bloodless face seemed to become paler than before, and he looked at Rogers in disbelief.

"There must be something wrong here, why is it the paparazzi..."

Rand hadn't been harassed by similar media for a long time. Even though his return to Seavers attracted almost everyone's attention, the last thing reported was the media carefully selected by Vincent.

This elder brother who always has some nervousness prepared Rand a public relations team to deal with the media, so Rand hardly realized why he became everyone's focus after a bombing...

"Oh, Vincent..."

Rand murmured the name.

Vincent is now seriously ill, and Caroline obviously doesn't plan to call a group for Rand.

The strong suffocation and chest pain hit Rand almost at the same time.