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

"Hank may have found the reason why Angus was abnormal before, please come here as soon as possible."

Charles' "message" is just this sentence. After holding Angus' hand and preparing to accept teleportation, Steve heard Angus ask: "Do you like sirens?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Just asking, let's go."

A few minutes later, they arrived at the observation room of X Academy which had been isolated separately.

Angus stood in front of the dark blue hollow glass with a height of about two meters and a thickness of about 8cm, looking at the red-tailed mermaid floating slightly inside.Hank stood in front of him on the left, and Steve and Charles stood behind him on the other side.

Hank grabbed the clipboard and explained his guess: "...So, consider the simplest distance and variable factors. He is, the only one I can think of, enough to affect you."

"Because you were really affected before, I have asked Charles to change the hollow glass. I don't know if it will help.

However, this is the most appropriate measure I can do. Hank glanced at Charles, got no response, and straightened his glasses.

"gotanything? [Did you find anything?]" Steve took his hand off his chin, put it on his waist, and took a step forward.

Angus pressed his hands on the glass, half leaned his body, leaned close to the glass, gave a long hum, and then shook his head: "Nothing. To me, he is a mass of flesh with vitality."

Hank put down his recording board, and moved his gaze to the completely enclosed fish tank: "If this is the case, I really have no other ideas."

"—But, I'm not sure." Angus stood up straight, patted the glass with his hand, his fingernails slightly protruded and scratched on the glass, "Sirens are cunning and patient."

"Cunning? Patience? Siren?" Charles blurted out. After seeing Steve's look, he half-raised his hand and lowered the corner of his mouth. "OK—let's assume at least this is the case."

Hank clutched the slate in his hand, hesitating to speak.

"What? Is there anything special we need to know?" Steve aimed at his reaction.

"Well, at four o'clock in the morning, eight o'clock, twelve o'clock, and so on, about once every four hours, he would open his eyes and make a...well, a very special sound.

The time is about ten seconds now, and the time for making the sound has also been extended to about five seconds. "

Hank paused, and continued, "Because of time, I never discovered it at first."

"It wasn't until a...coincidence that I noticed it, and then I gradually discovered the pattern through monitoring."

"This?" Angus poked his finger on the glass, "Can he open his eyes and make a sound?"

"Yes—" Hank scratched his head, and asked hesitantly, "Even if it's a siren, isn't that normal?" There was obvious caution in his tone.

Angus looked at him: "No, not normal."

"Oh, sorry..." Hank smiled awkwardly.

Steve... What kind of image did Angus set up for the Sirens in Hank's heart?

"How long is it until twelve o'clock?"

Steve glanced at his watch: "There is about an hour and a half left, we can keep watch."

"Aren't you going to work to fight or something?" Angus looked at Steve.

"That's not a fight...although it's about the same. I think I still have half a day to spare." Steve smiled. "I'm right here."

"I don't want you here." Angus frowned.

Steve... "... because of this siren?"

Angus nodded: "I don't want you to keep looking at him, or him to keep looking at you, or both."

"I don't know why, but I don't think he can see me," Steve hesitated. The special communicator he kept next to him has been sending messages non-stop since the beginning.

After a while, maybe another helicopter will come and take me away from the playground.

"Okay, just, let me know if there is any progress." Steve emphasized, "If you are not feeling well, you must also let me know. Remember?"

Angus made an OK gesture, and Steve walked up to him and pressed a few fingers on him: "Under special circumstances, your priority is first, understand?"

"Oh." Angus pushed him, "Let's go, let's go."

"Okay, then I'll go first." As soon as Steve grabbed his wrist, he noticed a Charles who was looking at the sky and a Hank who was looking at the ground. The two pretended that they couldn't see anything and listened to everything. Those who couldn't reach him were speechless, "I won't...you really don't need it."

"...ok, don't worry about it, Angus will take care of you first." Steve waved his hand.

Angus patted him, disliked his procrastination.Steve pulled him over and kissed him on the cheek: "Now, please send me away."

The sudden blue-black gap cracked and swallowed Steve, and he disappeared into the air before he could capture the specific reflections of other people.

"So you can already do this?" Charles was surprised.

Angus shook his arm: "If I don't follow, there will be some problems with the position. But, it's Steve, he will find it."

Angus grabbed a reclining chair from the side, sat down with his legs crossed, and shook the chair slightly facing the glass.

"Are you going to keep staring at him?" Hank asked.

"I don't like sirens—" Angus narrowed his eyes as he shook the chair, "especially the ones that are very close to me."

"Do you have different territory divisions? How do you tell them apart?" Hank quickly took out his notepad and pen with the recording board in his hands.

Angus didn't answer his question, but got up and stood in front of the glass.

"—No! Hank stop him!" Charles said suddenly.

Hank grabbed the notebook, confused: "What?"

The sound of diamonds scraping against the glass sounded, very smooth, one click to the end.

Hank's eyes widened slightly, watching Angus withdraw his hand like a fish, "I really don't like staying with a siren like this."

"What did you do?" Hank looked at the glass and swallowed.

Charles put his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair: "Jesus, be patient—"

"I'm just telling, no matter what's inside. I'm here, just as he expected." Angus pressed his finger on the glass, pushed it a little harder, then let go and stepped back.

boom--

wow-

Large pieces of glass fell overwhelmed and fell to the ground, shattered everywhere.The water in the fish tank slammed to the ground along the cracks from top to bottom, and after pouring out violently, it lost its strength and began to flow slowly.

Hank covered his head to protect Charles from hiding. The glass did not hurt anyone, but the overflowing water managed to cover his shoe, ruining his shoes and socks.

Raising his foot, Hank looked at the observation room that he had successfully changed from neat and orderly to a mess, raised his hand, then put it down, and let out a sigh of relief: "...ok."

Angus squatted down, looked at the siren sliding down the water, and patted the back of his head with his hand: "Hey—wake up—"

Hank wanted to stop, then silently retracted his outstretched foot.

After Angus continued to shoot for 2 minutes, he couldn't help but said: "I said, he really just opened his eyes at a fixed time, and he didn't seem to be conscious. If you are like this, I don't think he can wake up. come over."

Angus put down his hand and squatted motionless.

Charles opened his mouth and called Hank again, regardless of the reason, anyway, Hank rushed up quickly, threw Angus aside from behind with all fours and held him down.

Angus...

Hank only felt a thin layer of sweat seeping from his back: "What are you going to do?"

"He wanted to see if he could move the siren's scales and wake him up with pain." Charles rubbed his brows.

With Angus, he sometimes even has the feeling that his own thinking speed seems to be a beat slower than him.

"What?!" As someone who has studied Angus' scales, Hank naturally understands what peeling off scales means to Sirens. "How can you do this? He doesn't even realize it."

"He provoked me first, besides, if you're really unconscious, don't you feel the pain?" Angus rolled his eyes.

"He didn't take the initiative to step into my territory, so I don't blame the past." Angus kicked Hank away, patted his hands, "But, he attacked me first and pretended to be dead. I haven't killed him yet, It’s all because he’s as weak as a newborn.”

The newborn is you.

Angus suddenly looked at the siren on one side, and everyone turned their heads to look there.

Hank took a few steps back suddenly, shouting to God several times, and Charles stopped him in time to move back.

"Well, it seems that my method is quite useful." Angus snorted, looking at his upper body that had slowly raised his upper body slightly, as if he was struggling to stay awake, a little out of breath Siren, "What did you just say?"

It's you, newborn.Red hair covered half of his face, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and his eyelids were half closed.Seemingly unable to support his body, he fell to the ground again.

"Hey, are you okay?" Hank couldn't help but walked over to support him, "Are you awake? Can you wake up? Is this your language?" He said, looking at Angus with obvious curiosity .

The red-tailed siren put his hand on his arm, opened his mouth, and said something that Hank couldn't catch.He leaned forward and leaned closer: "What?"

Angus reached Hank quickly, dragged him back before the white teeth were on his artery, and flung him at Charles.

The siren lost its support and fell back to the ground with a slam. Its body covered the glass that fell on the ground, and the faint blood mixed with the water that hadn't drained completely spread out.

Hank was thrown to the ground, touched his neck, only felt a bump mark that did not ooze blood.

"...So it's really cunning." Charles sat up straight in the wheelchair.

Angus squatted down and pinched his chin: because of what you did, I have enough reasons to kill you.

The red-haired siren smiled softly, and there was an unbearable charm on his face.He opened his lips and pressed his voice at a strange frequency: You can try it, newborn.

Angus' ears went numb, he threw him away suddenly, and shook his hand vigorously: What are you?you are not here.

The siren didn't care about the new wounds on his body, lying on the ground weakly.Fragile, people can't help but feel pity.

But what he said was not so gentle.

Then what are you?It will be here.Siren smiled slightly, um, my fault, you are nothing anymore.It's such bad news to know you're still alive.

Angus looked down at him and grinned: Thank you for the compliment.

Oh, I forgot, you should be used to it.The red-haired siren smiled, so gentle that it made Angus feel terrified. Human beings just disgust me, but you, really, really disgust me.

What's your secret, Steve?

Angus suddenly raised his foot and stepped on him hard, a piece of glass was deeply embedded in his body, and the red blood suddenly became thicker.

"Angus—!" Charles called to him. "Don't do that."

"He's weak, you can't do this..." Hank instantly forgot what he had just been attacked.

"Don't talk." Angus glared at them.

Up close, humans are really simple.You are really happy that there is such a place that can accept you, isn't it?The red-haired siren coughed a few times and raised the corners of her lips. She was harmless, weak and beautiful, as if she was about to faint at any moment.

Angus lifted his foot and kicked him.

Are you angry?The red-haired siren clutched his stomach, coughed a few times, and breathed weakly.

Angus tilted his head: angry?No, I just hate you for croaking.

Relax, I won't be linking with you again, your body is disgusting, if not - forget it.How did you force the poor witch to give you a name?Angus -

It's really ugly, but it suits you very well.

But the other ones are not so suitable.Don't you think it's too good for you, you—he sneered.

You have no reason to keep him or them all the time.Maybe sometime, I'll do it for you, you're welcome.The red-haired siren grinned, spoke in a strange tone, and his eyes were completely slackened, returning to the appearance of being unclear about life and death at the beginning.

Angus' face darkened, and he kicked him abruptly, flying across the entire observation room.

Hank glanced at Angus in disbelief and rushed over.

Angus looked in that direction with cold eyes, and shook his overstretched legs.Hank helped the siren, who was already breathing in less than out, and wanted to say something, Charles stopped: "Hank!"

Even if Charles didn't stop him, Hank was intimidated by Angus' extremely cold eyes and shut his mouth.

Angus looked back and walked past them.