The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

power station.

"We have a problem." The staff in charge of monitoring the line looked at the flashing red dot on the computer and called an emergency maintenance call.

"...Yes, we have problems every day."

"Stop complaining, we're doing pretty well now."

"Yes, yes, I understand."

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After lying down for a while, the pain from the wound eased, the hunger began to rise, and Steve sat up.

Three meals a day, early to bed and early to rise.Other than that, there seems to be nothing left.

Taking out the remaining cash in the bedside table and counting it, Steve scratched his fingers and wanted to find a job as soon as possible.

Go buy some newspapers later.

Practical problems are always the quickest way to cheer people up, because no matter what the situation is, it is instinct to live.

Pulling on a T-shirt, Steve heads out to buy dinner, and he remembers a convenience store nearby.

After buying a sandwich and a bottle of water, he was ready to go back to the short-term rental apartment.Thinking about it, my mind is messy.

The room had no power, maybe he wasn't fit to be in an enclosed space right now.

He turned around and walked to the beach.

Long Island, east of Brooklyn, has clean and peaceful seas where rich people live.In the vicinity of his situation, only reefs can be seen, and piles of yellow sand and mud are perfunctory on the coastline of reefs.

There is even the smell of gasoline from fishing boats and the fishy smell of gathering fish.

As for why he wanted to go to the beach, Steve felt that he had spent so long with the sea and developed some feelings.

If he couldn't be re-enlisted, he might be able to become a fisherman, or take a painting class.

His performance in the small fishing town before proved that he still has potential in this area, and he was only studying art before.

He was interrupting himself, obviously.

He had good feet and reached the beach before dark.Looking at the still noisy pier, Steve took a bite of his sandwich and turned to a secluded place.

After a while, he looked at the sea and raised his eyebrows. How could there be boats going fishing at this point?

Jumping off the road, he stood on the reef and looked into the distance.

It's an overhaul ship.

Well, why are there still fishing boats...?

What is this doing?

"what--"

The hoarse and lifeless whistle sounded briefly and then fell silent, and then the ships on the sea began to shake violently and even collided.

Steve's hand trembled, and the sandwich fell to the sand.

"Hurry up! Hold on!"

"My God!"

"Don't be in a daze! Where's the harpoon! Power up!!"

Throwing the water in his hand violently, Steve jumped into the sea without hesitation.

"What the hell is this!" The long electric water fork frequently plunged into the fishing net being dragged by more than a dozen people.

The blue light on the water surface was fierce, and there was another short, unsustainable high-frequency scream.

"**! It's dragged!!" Someone covered his ears and yelled, but the fishing nets tied to the boat were still being snapped one by one.

The dozen or so people who were dragging the fishing nets were dragged down on the slippery deck, stumbled and rolled into a ball, in chaos.

"I can't hold back!! Come again!"

"Bring the generator here! Damn it! Be sure to catch it!"

"Fa... a generator?"

"Go!" someone yelled.

Steve, who was violently tearing the fishing net underwater, resisted the numbness caused by the electric current, and grabbed Angus, who was struggling hard, but completely lost his mind.

Just pulling his outstretched nails to control the cutting of the fishing net, Steve felt like he was dying of exhaustion.

The electric current in the water brought great pain to Angus, both the heat and the numbness were gradually depriving him of consciousness.

All he knew was that there were people around him, and there were many people.

Very annoying.

It hurts, it's hard.

He hates humans.

Finally cut through the fishing net, Steve panicked as he watched Angus gradually lose the strength to struggle and was drooping the tail of the fish.

He had never seen the fish so weak.

Three long charged harpoons stretched out again, and Steve slammed the fishing net along the opening, hugged Angus tightly, and felt a strong burning and numb feeling on his back.

With a muffled grunt, he hugged the fainted Angus and swam away.

Sensing that the strength of the struggle is weakening and exerting great strength, the person who yelled slogans and dragged the net suddenly exerted force, and the net bounced in the air, bringing up large pieces of algae and electrocuted fish, which fell in a mess all over the place. deck.

Everyone slipped and rolled into a ball on the deck.

Can hear several curse words,

"Run away!!" The person who got up first shouted.

"Damn it! Really ran away?"

"Going into the water to chase!?"

"No, you can't go into the water! There is still electricity in the water, and this rubber suit may not be able to prevent it."

"Let it run away!" Someone hammered the railing on the edge of the deck, making a frustrated voice.

"I can't run far, where can I go if I get injured?"

"What the hell is that?"

"What? Hehe, it's something you may never see in your lifetime." The man who was still wearing an underwater protective suit with the words "overhaul" on his back smiled nervously, "If you can catch it, it will definitely be priceless."

"Search, you must find it!"

Steve dragged Angus to swim far away, and the wounds on his back and stomach felt soaked in the sea water, which was really not good.

He remembered that there is a private sea area to the east, but outsiders are generally not allowed to enter, and it is a little far away.

After swimming far away, he tugged Angus and floated up to take a breath.

Only then did he see clearly the scorched wounds on the front and back of Angus's upper body, and there were burnt marks on his face and ears.It looks like mildew growing on the white wall, just looking at it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Holding his face, Steve patted it: "Hey, hey, are you okay?"

Angus tilted his head weakly to the other side.

Steve felt a little uncomfortable and pursed his lips.He glanced back at the fishing boats that were scattered and searched together, and remembered the signs on them.

Private waters may not work, who knows what people who are dazzled by mermaids will do.

Steve hugged Angus in his arms, sank into the water, and continued to swim far away.

He was fast, but the search boat was still approaching, and the water was too dangerous.

So, why did the mermaid appear here?

Don't you know it's too dangerous for him?

Mermaids can survive on the shore, right?Although not fierce in the sea.

Without hesitation, he took the mermaid to swim to the shore.There is no safety on shore in private waters. After all, no one would think that fish will come ashore.

Steve thought it was miraculous that he was saved by a fish or that he saved a fish, but it was obviously more miraculous than that.

He hugged the fish halfway to a slightly hidden reef, and saw with his own eyes that the mermaid's fish tail had turned into a pair of legs.

And, sure.

This mermaid is male.

Thank goodness.

It's just that in the next moment, his mind is full of the mermaid who exchanged his voice for legs in fairy tales, and the legend that he will walk on a sharp knife.

After a moment of hesitation, Steve pursed his lips and brought the fish to shore.

After kicking away the gray fishtail-like ash left on the reef, Steve took off his clothes to wrap Angus around him after making sure they were all swept away by the waves, and picked up the fish by the waist.

Without the tail, it is surprisingly small in stature.

Steve glanced down at him, badly hurt, but the charred marks on his face were slowly fading.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right, half of the mermaid was gone back then, but it still recovered.As long as you take good care of it, it shouldn't be a problem.

Staring at him for a while, Steve sighed inexplicably.

Although it hasn't been a long time, it always feels like we haven't seen each other for a long time.

Steve thought of the wound on his stomach.

I took a bite out of myself, it couldn't be because I once... ate a bite of his meat, right?

Steve frowned, then let go.

Wrap his arms around his neck, lean his head against his shoulder, try to cover him tightly so that no one can see him, but his legs can't be covered much.

Steve didn't dare to take the fish to the hospital, so he just carried it back to the apartment.

Even if he took a small path, no matter how much he avoided people, he still felt a little embarrassed when he faced the gloomy eyes of the gatekeeper downstairs in the apartment building.

"...he was drunk and fell into the river." The wet Steve coughed dryly at that look.

No... there is nothing positive about this sentence.

"Please don't call the police." One more sentence...and also without any positive effect.

The janitor was an elderly man who just adjusted his glasses and gave Steve a look.

Steve...

"Okay, let's go back first." Steve gave up and hurried upstairs with the fish in his arms.

The electricity hadn't been restored yet, so he took the stairs to the seventh floor.

Seriously, if it wasn't inconvenient, he would have gone in through the window.

Carrying the fish into the bedroom, he glanced at his bed, what a mess.

Turning around, Steve carried the fish into the bathroom.Cold water, with the shower head on max.

There is no sea water, so we can only make do with it.

Carrying the fish on his back, Steve scalded the tub carefully with hot water before filling it with cold water, and gently put the mermaid in.

The water overflowed slightly, Steve bowed, took off the jacket soaked in the water, and looked at the burns on the mermaid.

It's really fast, and it should be healed soon.

When the tank was full, Steve turned off the shower.

He took off his soaked T-shirt and pants, threw them into the washing machine, and wrapped a towel around his waist.

He looked in the bathroom mirror at the wounds on his back and front abdomen.

The burning in the back seemed to be okay, it was the abdomen.The medicine applied before was washed away, and the stimulation of sea water also felt a little tingling.

The abdomen was tense, and the muscle lines sunk in, bringing out a tearing pain, and Steve frowned.

Healing is too slow.

Turning his head to look at the mermaid who should not be able to wake up in a short time, Steve hesitated, changed his clothes, and went out.

After quickly buying a lot of supermarket fresh fish and other fast foods, as well as some anti-inflammatory drugs and bandages, when Steve came back, the opposite door opened.

What came out was a somewhat decadent Gothic boy. Facing his curious eyes, Steve raised his hand and rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and raised the bag in his hand: "Humans all want to shop."

The boy gave him a strange look.

Steve...

Human beings...really——! ?

Do you have to use such a word?

Holding the doorknob, Steve watched the young man go downstairs, then quickly opened the door, went in, and locked the door behind him.

Flipping through his trouser pockets, there was almost nothing left, Steve wrinkled his face.

The house is still very quiet, probably not awake.

Entering the bathroom, he squatted down to observe the mermaid in a comatose state where the whole fish hadn't entered the water and began to sleep peacefully rather than in an uncomfortable coma.

Stretching out his hand to push aside the scorched and curled hair floating in the water, he exhaled when he saw Angus's burnt black faded and his harmless face restored.

We've all had a bad time, haven't we?

"You...why are you here?" Steve murmured, but no one responded as usual.

He seemed to have developed a habit of talking to himself on the island before.

Steve watched the merman hide his head under his arms uneasily, got up and closed the bathroom door and window tightly.

It's not very quiet outside the room, but it's still quiet after closing the glass doors and windows.

There were only two breaths that sounded one after the other in the darkness.

Steve is sitting on the tile in the corner of the bathroom, leaning against the wall, eyes open.

He had nothing else to do right now anyway.

The war was over, his squad was disbanded, Paige had a family of her own, and Howard was not close to him.

It's as if only you are isolated from the world.

"Are you… the same?" Steve asked.

The only response to him was the sound of water stirring slightly.

The author has something to say: Steve: [Melancholy] Are you also abandoned by the world?

Angus: Which fish is the world! ?Anyone who dares to hurt me! 【Roll up your sleeves】

Steve: ... [Suddenly grabs a bite] Hey, what fish do you want to eat today?

Angus: Cod! !

Steve: Okay, I'll give you whatever you want.

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Sirens are sexless!Draw key points——

As for why Wuli Angus has a gender, I will explain it later~