MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 94 You can see it after you have replaced it.

Vol1

The bright red blood stains formed a heart-rending contrast with the pale skin of Rand's fingertips.

Rand stared at the glaring red and felt dizzy.

A few seconds later, Rogers rang the Rand door.

It seems that he has settled his friend... Rand thought, but soon he heard another voice in his heart.

Is that really his friend?

Before Rand went to open the door, he subconsciously washed away the blood of his fingertips.

I don't know why, he instinctively didn't want Rogers to find that he had noticed the drop of blood.

"Hey, Rand, I am sorry to have delayed this time, I..."

Rogers returned to Rand's apartment with a kind smile as always, and he was preparing to find a reason to get rid of the "vigil" mission. After all, it takes some time to process the body.

Out of the killer habit, he quickly patrolled the kitchen, including the dead ends, and as a result, he immediately discovered that there was a **** stain on the floor where he ended Thompson.

Someone found it.

Rogers blinked.

His expression did not change anything before, but his hands seemed to be behind him inadvertently.

The blade hidden in the nails popped out, and Rogers cut a small hole in his fingertips.

"...I'm afraid I can't stay here for you all night. My friend is so drunk, I have to look at him. You know, if you go back to see my own bed the next day. A good friend who vomits and blocks the trachea and suffocates, it is a big problem."

He stared at Rand.

"Oh, good, okay. Take care of your friends. I feel much better now. I don't think there will be any problems."

Rand screamed at the words of Rogers, and the red color was like a root in his head.

"That one……"

Hesitated for a moment, he couldn't help but speak.

That, I found fresh blood in the kitchen.

For a moment, Rand almost said this to Rogers VI.

However, it was at this time that Rogers suddenly scratched his head and smiled at Rand's less interesting smile.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot this - do you have a band-aid?" He lifted his bleed finger to Rand. "I was accidentally eaten by the **** food in your kitchen." The bag hurt my hand, I thought that my family had a stuffy stuff, and I didn’t expect it to be used up. Hey, so I really hate food vendors, those plastic bags are so soft, but you will always be accidentally The sharp edge is cut."

Rand looked at the counter and found that there were snacks prepared by Rogers for his "vigil", some of the free-formed fruits and vegetables, and one of them was opened.

"You should tell me earlier, I think I should have a band-aid, I will help you find it."

Rand said that the tone became brisk. He obviously didn't notice the relief he had shown when he spoke.

Rogers was keenly aware of it.

His gaze became dull.

Looking at Rand, who was facing him and looking for a medical box in the drawer, Rogers thought for a moment and then suddenly said: "Hey, Rand, I have an idea. You know, you can't always be like this, because you are worried. The 'superheroes' on your own body don't sleep all night. That, I have a nice place in the suburbs, a farm, surrounded by uninhabited smoke, I am making my organic cat and dog food there, sometimes Stay there for a few more days. I believe that the living facilities there will allow you and your little monster to stay there comfortably. You see, even if you and what it really does, it’s just a few Damn wild rabbits and raccoons - I hope you can help me solve those disgusting little beasts..."

Rand looked back at Rogers.

When he heard the other person say that it was deserted, Rand had already moved.

"God, can you really lend that place to us? That's great!"

He immediately became happy.

"Oh, Rand... It’s a thank you gift."

Rogers smiled. He came to Rand's side, put his hand into the drawer, took out the medical box from the deepest point, and then pulled out the wound and swayed in front of Rand's eyes.

Vol2

In the middle of the night, Rogers took Rand and Munster to where he said.

As Rogers said, his farm is really uninhabited around – perhaps a bit too old.

In the middle of the road, Rand found that his mobile phone has no signal.

The road to the farm is very narrow, and the ruts on the ground are obviously only belonging to Rogers. After leaving the artificial light source, the night became extraordinarily thick and dark, and the world suddenly seemed to be condensed into a small group of dim smudges. Even with Rand’s view beyond the mortal now, the scenery outside the window is blurry and dark for him, and the bushes have only dark outlines, like the paper-cuts left by the devil when he is bored.

"Don't worry." Rogers looked up at the rearview mirror and said, "I have a satellite phone in the farm room. It won't let you lose contact with the world. Of course, it won't be too convenient, but I I don't think you can't mind browsing the web."

Rand snorted: "The ability to escape from the reporters has made my breathing smoother."

He said.

Munster was curious to put his face on the window and peeped out, like a windy puppy, which was extraordinarily uninformed and excited, which made people feel sad. Probably because of this, Rand allowed it to put his tail on his knees. Even he was bored with a small box of sea salt for body scrubs, and then with a toothbrush, began to clean the gaps in the scales on Munster's tail.

I have to say that, in the current situation of Rand, being able to escape from the crowd really gave him a sigh of relief.

They arrived at the destination after an hour and a half.

Rogers's ranch is divided into two parts, a barn that was left behind during the colonial period was transformed into a place to live, and a bungalow that looked like some simple.

"That is where I work."

Noticing Rand's sight in the direction of the cottage, Rogers said nothing.

The room he had prepared for Rand was not luxurious. In fact, the room separated by wooden boards was even simple. There was a double bed placed against the wall - or a normal level. A single bed that is wider.

Rogers licked his nose a little too embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I am a bachelor after all, and if I bring a woman, she can also stack it with me."

He said that his eyes fell on Munster's body, and his expression was a little stiff. "Hey, maybe Munster's body shape will have some problems, I will go looking for air mattresses..."

"I can also stack it with Rand, I will roll him up with his tail."

Munster apparently did not quite understand the true meaning of the words Rogers said, and it stood up angrily.

After the second phlegm, the strong muscles and generous shoulders on it made it lose many opportunities to be in the arms of Rand. The so-called "big body" has become a pain that will make it hurt. Kind of things.

"Calm down, Munster."

Rand's cheeks had some redness, and he whispered to Munster.

In order to avoid the embarrassment, he walked freely in the room.

"Ok?"

His discovery made him unable to bear a voice of doubt.

"This window..."

He opened the window that was much smaller than the room, and was cut into an iron fence of about 15 square centimeters outside the window.

Rand reached out and shook the rails of the thumb and found that they were welded very strong.

"Oh, this is what the previous ranch master got." Rogers explained briskly. "Have you forgotten? I told you before, this is a barn transformation, the 'Grande' has been Worried that someone would steal the wheat... Before he had a lot of pumpkins, he was stolen... Then he got this. It makes people feel a little uncomfortable, isn't it?"

Rand pulled the corner of his mouth and closed the window, letting the venetian blind cover the offensive fence.

"It doesn't matter. I will get used to it."

He says.

Munster seems to have some eagerness to try. His eyes are staring at the fence for a while, and he seems to want to try to break it. Rogers looked at it a little and then put his gaze back to Rand before his eyes turned back.

A little tricky trouble - Rogers thought.

Vol3

After unloading the luggage from Rand and Munster from the car, Rand noticed that Rogers had taken two huge blue incubators from behind the carriage.

"What is this? Do you need my help?"

Rand helped him get the box down - they were so dead.

"Oh, this is some ‘deer meat,' and my friend gave me some more before, so I can just process them during this time.”

Rogers said.

Rand suggested that he was willing to help bring these "venisons" into the processing room, and Rogers categorically refused.

"Sorry, I have used some of the more unique methods to deal with these things, which are not very suitable for outsiders to see," he said.

However, this time he did bring too much "inventory".

(Especially considering that he gave himself a little "replenishment" once last night)

After rejecting Rand, he made a small mistake. The incubator fell off his arms and fell directly on the porch in front of the barn.

"boom--"

The lid was opened and the blood was mixed with a thick rust. Red muscles mixed with bones and yellow fat, like the overturned pudding, made the old walnut wood planks on the porch a mess.

There was a small amount of connective tissue adhesion tissue fluid splashing onto Rand's calf.

The strange thing is that those bloodstains and * actually make people feel warm.

They are very fresh and will not die for more than 47 hours.

Rand didn't even need to think about it. He naturally judged the freshness of that piece of flesh and blood.

"damn it!"

Rogers cursed his own hair.

He quickly checked the pieces that had slipped out and breathed a sigh of relief.

He is always willing to dissect the human body in his bathtub. If people who are not familiar with every part of the human body are here, I am afraid that it will not be recognized. It is not long ago that these exudes a corpse. Broken meat (even if they are really fresh, but the corpse is a corpse) is still an ambitious paparazzi reporter.

"It seems that I have to spend all my time tonight on the ghosts of the dog."

Rogers jumped up, and he begged Rand to wait, then flew to the glove chest in an attempt to pull out some cleaning supplies - although his cleansing ability was a serious problem with his wonderful ability to bake cookies. The inverse ratio.

While Rogers was desperately flipping the mop and rag in the glove chest, Rand was desperately setting his body in the bright red and nausea of ​​the big beach.

He tried to hold his breath, but the strong **** smell was like a snake snake crawling into his mind along every olfactory cell of his body.

Under the dimly lit gallery lights, the pieces of meat look as bright as amber.

"Hey..."

Rand swallowed desperately, and as he realized it, he had slowly slammed down next to the pool of blood.

He couldn't even control it. He wanted to pick up a **** piece of meat with his hand and then stuff it into his mouth.

Then a pale hand crossed behind him, and long nails pierced into a piece of minced meat, giving a subtle "beep".

"Mans, Munster-"

Rand slammed down on the ground, and his back touched Munster's cold, thick chest.

It didn't know when it came to Rand's body, and then happily stole a piece of meat into his mouth.

"Look at God's sake, don't do this!"

Rand didn't even have time to stop it, he could only watch it chew on the piece of meat.

Some blood stained on its thin lips, and it sticked out its tongue and smashed the red marks that had rust.

You should not eat anything on the ground.

Rand opened his lips. He should have spoken to Munster in this way, but at the opening, he felt that he felt the drooling feeling.

At least, when Munster refused the big piece of "venison," Rand only felt hungry.

Even the **** smell that should make people feel sick, at this time, the rand seems to be delicious and people can't hold back.

"I, I am hungry..."

Munster said with food, vaguely.

"I know, but the materials used by Rogers at the time..."

"It doesn't matter, let it eat."

Rogers didn't know when it happened to be behind Rand.

On this day, he was extraordinarily generous, as if he did not mind that his raw materials were swept away by Munster.

Of course, what he didn't even know was that when Munster was having a good time, Rand was about to be mad by the strong hunger.

He wants to eat!

He really wants to eat!

In order to alleviate this strange feeling, Rand asked Rogers for a grain of food and some milk.

But sitting at the table, facing the food in the cutlery and cutlery, Rand, who was hungry just like the stomach, was suddenly appetizing.

"What's wrong? You don't like this brand?"

Rogers suddenly came over and smiled and put his chin on the back of his hand, his eyes staring at Rand without hesitation.

He had just cleaned up the meat on the porch, and the clothes were stained with some blood.

Rand didn't know why he suddenly felt a panic.

"No, I like it very much... I think it should be."

Rand said.

Yes, this food has been something he really likes for a long time in the past, but now they look just like the excrement of something.

In Rand's mind, the red muscles are mixed with fat... they look like real food.

No, no, no - not like this - God, what am I thinking about...

Rand suddenly made a clever one. He found that what he really wanted to eat was not the milk and cereal products without any taste, but the meat - the blood with blood.

Rand's hand grabbed the handle of the spoon.

His face was like a person who was recovering from a serious illness, but now he is eating the normal human food at a surprising speed.

It’s really strange to say that they used to be regulars on the Rand breakfast table, but now they taste like urine and wood chips.

A strong sense of nausea surrounded Rand. He wanted to vomit at the first bite, but he still forced himself to eat them all.

"Wow, you look so hungry."

Rogers sent a sigh when Rand dropped the spoon.

Rand glared at his lips and waited for a little while, in the hope that the disgusting feeling would disappear.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

He didn't even spend ten seconds.

Time seems to have never been so long.

He rushed to the toilet, and the food he had just swallowed was sprayed out of his throat like a fountain.

He almost vomited out his internal organs, his body was soft, and it took a while to stand up and then staggered out.

Rogers stared at him with a frowning look.

"What happened to you? Alright?"

"..."

Rand pulled his mouth and was too weak to speak.

"...you vomited again? God, Rand, tell me the truth, how long have you been in this situation? You shouldn’t have been unable to eat anything?"

"No, I ate something... I think I was just indigested. Before I got some steak for myself, then I ate it."

Rand fell into the chair and blackened in front of him.

After all the things in the stomach were spit out, the burning hunger once again afflicted Rand.

"So... do you mind if you want to order 'venison?' Since you can accept the steak, I think you might like it," Rogers’s smile suddenly deepened, he added, "Although here. I used to use them to make dog food, but I can guarantee that the meat is really fresh."

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Rand nodded.

That night Rand fell asleep in satisfaction.

He didn't know that he had eaten too little because of stomach problems or the uniqueness of the meat. In short, Rogers made the fried venison for him so delicious.

It tastes like the finest beef shoulder but is softer, rich in moisture and has a unique flavor.

Rand didn't even have the means to give himself enough time to chew the meat in his mouth. Compared with the "venison", the steak that Randse had gone to his stomach before was almost the old rubber skin.

"...the secret of delicious?"

Rogers showed a slightly meaningful smile when asked by Rand.

“It’s very simple, I will use the fat of the ‘deer’ to cook, so as to maximize the original flavor of the meat. I am very happy that you like my craft, and we can continue this menu tomorrow.”

He says.

Rand thought it would be a good idea.

"Rand?"

Munster’s muffled voice came from under the bed.

Today, after seeing Rand eating the meat, it showed an unprecedented eccentricity.

There are so many shocks and confusions.

"Are you very happy?"

It suddenly asked.

"……Why do you ask?"

"..."

Munster does not know how to answer Rand.

It can feel that Rand's body surface temperature is higher than before, and the heartbeat is faster, he looks very satisfied, however...

Munster felt a bit stunned.

It felt that Rand should not eat those things.

Although Rogers cut them into small pieces and fried them with fat, Munster could still clearly know what it was.

In the real ocean, the scorpions prefer the large mammals more than the fish. Their body is soft and rich in gum, rich in subcutaneous fat, muscles can provide a lot of energy, and even bone marrow can be a good snack.

But Rand shouldn't eat them, so when they are on the porch, they will grab the piece of minced meat in front of Rand.

It has a very, very vague hunch, and in fact, for Munster, that can be said to be an intuition.

Rand will be sad because of this food.

Munster doesn't know how to use language to express his thoughts. It has some confusion.

In the end, the only thing it could do was to reach out to Rand and whisper.

"Rand, can you sleep with your hand?"

Rand gave a helpless sigh in the darkness.

After a short while, he stretched his hand from the edge of the bed and took Munster's paw.

I don't know why, when he touched his skin, he suddenly felt that there was some happiness.

His stomach is full of food, and his close friends are around him.

Everything is so complete, like a dream.

Vol3

In the "processing factory" not far from the Rand bedroom.

Rogers took his eyes back from the already dark window.

He opened another incubator that was removed from the car.

Underneath a layer of ice, the well-arranged arms, thighs and heads have been frozen into a stiff gray.

"I know you will like this, my picky little brother," he said in a reproachful tone, even though he was in front of him a body that could never be spoken again, but he seemed to have gotten it. What response has become easier.

Rogers picked up the heads, removed the hair in the boiling water, and then put the pieces of meat together with the bones into the blender to form the meat.

"Look, you are always calling, screaming, you will never eat our food, but this late meal is still coming, and as the mother said, you really like it."

The author has something to say: Sorry to catch the pirate dog took a little time...

And the last episode of this article made me hesitate. After I was repaired, I felt dissatisfied and finally put it up.

I hope everyone will not be thunder... [Absolutely should be mine orz]

In the middle involved some ... how to say ... the original sin idea.

The sinful blood meal that Rand ate without knowing it is actually a kind of indication and echo.

Almost... that's it... um... 2k novel reading network