"Munster? Where are you?"

Rand sat on the bed, he opened the quilt and heard the sound of his own voice... there seemed to be some helplessness and panic.

Rand vowed that he was not a timid person, but the silence that appeared in the room after he called made him feel anxious that the stomach was tightened.

"click".

He tried to turn on the light, but after pressing the button, the room was always dark and the lights didn't light up. Until this time, Rand noticed that the whole room was dark to the extreme. In the past, the thin street lights reflected in the ceiling were not visible. Traced.

There was a bang of knocking from the window.

Rand got out of bed in the darkness and then came to the window. When he opened the curtains, he discovered that Kansas was now covered in thick darkness. The wind was wrapped in the raindrops and slammed into the glass window. The knocking sound that Rand heard before came from this.

It is a typhoon.

The typhoon caught Kansas' power supply system, but Rand, who had a hard time, was not aware of it before he was asleep.

His gaze swiftly passed the black lacquered window and returned to the room.

He once again called Munster, but as before, his slimy little monster did not give him any response.

Rand took a deep breath and then groped for his phone.

With the faint light from the screen of the mobile phone, he began to check the room one by one - some animals would be scared by the storm, and Rand worried that Munster would do the same, it might be hiding in the house. Somewhere shivering, he thought.

The bathroom was empty and Rand came to the living room, and the kitchen.

However, there is no shadow of Munster anywhere.

Rand felt that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

"Oh, Munster, where have you been..."

He couldn't help but mutter and screamed at his own eyes in an attempt to find out the little monster from the darkness. He couldn't help but check the door and balcony latches, they were all good and did not show signs of opening.

On the other side of the transparent glass door on the balcony is the wind and heavy rain. In a casual look up, Rand sees his face reflected on the glass under the blue light of the phone screen.

The man looked weak and anxious. In that short moment, Rand even thought that there was a weak ghost instead of his own reflection. The "Rand" was extraordinarily unreal and almost scared him.

"Oh, **** it!"

Rand whispered a curse.

He lowered the curtain of the balcony and prepared to turn around, and then saw the white shadow appearing behind him in the reflection.

The shadow slowly fell behind him...

"God……"

Rand jerked around and then stepped back.

He was really scared this time, so that it took a while to see what the "shadow" was.

It was a large group of mucus, more than two meters in diameter, which almost occupied the ceiling of the entire living room of Rand.

The mucus is like a melted asphalt that falls thickly and gives off a strange sweet rot.

It happens to be a distance of one or two steps behind Rand’s previous position. The color is an indescribable white... Under such faint light, the large mucus is reflected like a fluorescent substance. White light.

Rand looked up in the direction of the mucus falling down, only to remember to look up at the ceiling when he was looking for Munster. If he had a headache in the panic, he might have found Munster already.

Although Munster’s appearance at this time has changed completely from before...

"Snapped……"

The mucus slammed on Rand's carpet and gave a wet slap.

Then after a little while, it was another.

In the center of the mucus is a group of translucent enamel, Rand's cell phone light has no way to let him see what is inside, but it is certain that something is slowly creeping around.

Rand first remembered the disgusting clam shell that appeared in the aquarium when Munster was depreciated, but with the thought in front of him, Munster’s first clam was so cute. many.

Rand's gaze was locked on the ceiling, the sweet and scented atmosphere was getting thicker, but he didn't realize it at all... He swallowed a sip and found his throat dry. Obviously not everyone is able to keep calm when they see a ceiling that is about two meters long and keeps squirming (and more importantly, squatting down the mucus).

At least Rand felt that he could not.

He had to take a deep breath to force himself to associate the thing in sight with Munster.

Nothing to fear, it is Munster, it is an alien after all... He said to himself.

The evolution of creatures like Munster is ultimately different from humans. Rand tried to convince himself, but then he saw that the squall of the group became fierce.

The thick mucus is like raining, falling continuously from the ceiling.

"Oh--"

With the sore tears of the teeth, Rand saw that part of the clam was torn, and a slender, white hand jerked out with a transparent mucus, each finger They stretched out tightly, as if they were resisting anything.

Rand didn't notice that the handcuffs between the fingers of the hand had become less obvious, because at this time his full attention was placed on the other hand that then extended in the shackle, and then It is the long tail that is stabbed from the tail of the clam shell.

The slender tail scales flashed a bright blue color, but when you opened it in tension, you could clearly see the unusually prominent red spots in the gap between the scales and the scales.

The tail is almost two meters long, and when it collapses, it will sway in the living room like a mad fish.

Rand saw it smashing the glass on the coffee table.

Then there is a vase.

......

"Hey, man, have you heard that voice?"

In the room next door to Rand, two of the two sleepy police officers suddenly looked up.

He realized that he had accidentally fell asleep after seeing the coffee at his hand, and then he heard the strange sound coming from the target person's room.

He woke up his companion, who yawned for a long time and tried to bury his face back in his arm again.

"Don't be nervous, this is a typhoon, you will always hear the sound of various things shattering. Besides, no one wants to kill in such a ghostly weather," he said.

But his nervous allergy partner forced him to come to the door of Rand Sifus.

"Mr. Sifus? Are you okay on your side?"

They pretended to be apartment managers and knocked on the door of Rand Sifus.

After a long time, they heard the voice of the son of the son who escaped from the death today.

"I am fine, thank you for your relationship, sir, the wind blows off some of the vases on my balcony, and everything is fine except that."

Rand Sifus opened a door and his pale face appeared in the darkness like a dead man who was about to leave the world. A sweet and rot that felt a little disgusting slipped out along the door.

It seems that even the son of a son is not very good at choosing the taste of perfume.

A police officer had this inexplicable thought in his mind, but he did not pay much attention to the taste.

After getting all the answers from Rand and confirming his safety with his own eyes, the "Mr. Sleep" in the police officer gave his companion a look "You see, I told you."

He yawned and pulled his partner back to the room that was particularly dark because of the power outage.

"I have said that it is ok."

He says.

"You...do you think that the voice of Rand Severus seems to be a little... nervous?"

After a few moments of silence, his companion couldn’t help but open his mouth.

"God, I don't know if the surveillance will make you have a illusion of murder. In my opinion, he looks so good..."

"Mr. Sleep" shrugged indifferently.

Of course, in fact, Rand is not good at all.

After closing the door, he simply had his legs softened. The only thing that can be prayed now is that the two people in the dark did not see the strange scenes in his living room.

A long tail fell from the ceiling and was madly twitching and waving.

Most of Munster's body fell off the clam shell on the ceiling.

Rand could even hear the sound coming from the crack in the crack of the clam shell. It was a strange thing, like a puffing figure, while its tail and arms were madly writhing. And struggling. Apparently, Munster was in a predicament, and several times Rand saw Munster's face.

Just like being covered behind a rubber film, its face appears behind a soft, moist clam, but after a long time, its face never tears the film.

Rand was horrified to observe Munster's movements under the clam shell. Gradually he realized that Munster's struggle had become somewhat weak, and his heartbeat began to speed up again.

"Munster? Are you okay?"

"Munster?"

......

Rand couldn't help but ask a few noises, but Munster, or the human figure in the raft, was only struggling wildly and then struggling.

"I really hate this world."

Finally, Rand said to himself, then he quickly turned and rushed into the kitchen, taking out a long bread knife from the drawer.

Then he returned to the living room, and at this moment he couldn’t take care of the disgusting sputum that Munster was desperately dripping down the mucus. He just stumbled and then carefully inserted the knife into the white clam shell. .

The touch RAND didn't want to recall it... but he finally managed to leave a small, small opening in the clam shell.

Just beside the head of the blurred human figure in Munster.

The opening quickly became a big hole in Munster's tearing and struggling, and the clam shell quickly burst.

The large amount of transparent mucus stored inside it almost instantly fell on Rand's head. Then, Rand had only time to see the solidity of a white flower* falling off the clam shell.

Then it was pressed directly on his body.

Rand's mouth and nose were muzzled by the mucus at that moment, and he couldn't even breathe. He could only frantically wipe his nose and mouth with his hand to try to get some air, but the mucus is like glue, with the suffocating sweet rot that stays in his mouth and nose.

The mobile phone also fell to the ground in the unexpected incident. Rand’s eyes also became dark. His eyes were also smeared. He struggled. The heavy* was pressing on him at this time. On the body, he was almost unable to breathe...

It was at this time that Rand felt something long and soft, wet things (a meat column, or something else) piercing the mucus stuck in his mouth and reaching into his mouth.

The moist and warm air was squeezed into the mouth of Rand.

Then after a while, Rand felt it pumped out, and then the creature pressed against Rand’s body, using the hot, wet, but dexterous thing to clean up the blue Mucus on the face, from the lips, to the eyes...

When his tongue tipped over Rand's eyelashes, Rand couldn't help but squash.

"Munster?"

He asked hoarsely.

......

After a while, he heard the response from the creature.

"It's me, Rand, I am here."

Munster said in a low voice.

His voice sounds like a complete human being.

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