With a soft sound, the elevator door of the hotel apartment opened.
But no one came out.
After a while, the elevator door closed automatically.
But a few seconds later, there was a soft "ding dong" sound again.
The elevator door opened again, revealing a shadow slantingly.
The security guard saw something strange in the elevator in the control room. He pushed the door open and walked towards the elevator room. He thought it was an elevator malfunction. Unexpectedly, there was a person inside.
He stood crookedly, covered in water, with his head pressed against the elevator wall in a weird posture, and his back to the door, leaning against the elevator.
It's like I can't stand without any support.
"Hello, do you need any help?"
The security guard walked towards the man, thinking that he was drunk.
Could it be that the owner just came back from outside? Otherwise, why would he be covered in water?
"Why don't you come out first, and I'll go to the security room to find you a towel to wipe yourself with?" The security guard raised his hand and put it on his shoulder.
His body was very cold, and the cloth wet with water had an indescribable sliminess.
It's also a bit... fishy.
Before the security guard could think about it, the man moved his head slightly.
His head was still leaning against the elevator wall with his back to the security guard, but his body slowly turned around, twisting towards the security guard at an incredible angle.
On his front, where his chest should have been, there was a long and narrow opening, filled with sharp white teeth.
The security guard took a step back. Before he could make any sound, he was suddenly hugged by the man whose body and neck were twisted 180 degrees.
"Ding dong..."
The elevator door closed behind you, and red blood slowly seeped out from the crack in the door.
When the door opened automatically again, apart from the blood stains and clothing scraps on the floor, there was only one person left in the elevator with his back to the door.
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When Aslan called Tang Rou, she was telling the mermaid about Narcissus, the beautiful boy with daffodils in Greek mythology.
She said anxiously on the phone, "The city warning says that the power will be cut off in two hours, and the elevator will stop soon. Do you want to go buy something?"
Tang Rou glanced at the merman and asked her, "Can you give me another hour?"
Aslan sneered, "Forget it, I'll buy it myself first. See you later."
Tang Rou suddenly thought of something, "But speaking of which, there have been no more incidents of alien creatures attacking the city recently."
"Maybe it's controlled by the military, right?" Aslan suddenly let out a sigh, "It's foggy outside."
Outside the glass window, there was indeed a heavy fog.
The thick black air is like a swamp with a short visual distance, and there is an ominous atmosphere.
The mermaid quietly looked at her scarred fish tail, with the young woman's fair and slender fingers hanging on it.
It was clear that he was doing nothing at the moment, but it still made him feel hot.
After hanging up the phone, the magical hand touched his scales again and applied medicine to him.
The sensitive fish tail showed a trace of untimely joy at this time. Against his will, he felt happy and trembling at the woman's touch, and was dissatisfied with the brief separation while digging for the ointment.
How can you touch the fish tail casually?
The mermaid was lying on the edge of the bathtub, eyes half-covered, thinking nervously.
She probably doesn't know how fragile and sensitive the fish tail is to a mermaid, right?
He pursed his lips and endured, carefully containing the strange emotions, and still looked quiet and docile on the surface.
The cold ointment melted into a warm and smooth touch on her fingertips, and was applied to the wound with her gentle touch.
The mermaid closed her eyes and heard the girl once again telling the unfinished fairy tale.
"Because he rejected the wooing woman, her love disappeared, and the gods were angry and decided to punish him. One day, Narcissus was walking in the forest, and when he went to the lake and leaned over to drink water, he found something under the water.
An incomparably beautiful young man was looking at him,
At that time, he did not know that what he saw was his own shadow. He had a deep love for the boy in the water, and drowned in search of his love. Out of sympathy, the gods turned his body into a shadow.
A crystal clear daffodil,"
Her voice was very soft, she stroked the scar on the fish's tail and said softly, "This is the story of Narcissus."
"This story doesn't sound good." The mermaid said, her voice soft and hoarse.
The sharp horny thorns scratched deep marks on the tiles, suppressing the urge to make her cry.
Her voice was light and soft, falling on the ears, like a feather sliding across the spinal cord, unbearable and profound.
If you cry, it must be nice, right?
The mermaid was immersed in this complicated feeling and said slowly, "Why do people have to respond when others admire him?"
"you're right."
Tang Rou agreed, holding up his fish tail hanging outside the bathtub with pity, and carefully placed it on her lap.
"The gods in ancient Greek stories are actually deified people, not about divinity, but about human nature.
They have the same emotions, anger, sorrow, bravery, suspicion, jealousy and other qualities as humans, so in a sense they are just as selfish as humans."
Tang Rou carefully cleaned the round flesh and blood that was pierced through the chain. She was too close to him because she was too careful. As she spoke, her breath sprayed on his scales, making the mermaid's body become even more tense.
He swung his fish tail slightly and struggled slightly as if out of reflex, but was held down by Tang Rou.
"Don't move, you'll get hurt."
This time, the entire palm of his hand was pressed against the cold scales.
The mermaid suddenly raised her upper body, cold and wet fingers grasped her forearm, and pulled her down.
His hair was hanging down, and his eyelashes fluttered and trembled like two feathers. As if he couldn't accept such a touch, slightly sharp teeth were exposed between his lips, biting his soft lips until they turned red.
"Does it hurt?" Tang Rou asked, "Then I'll be gentle."
lighter?
It's better to be heavier and harder on him.
This would make it less painful.
The mermaid didn't answer, but slowly raised her upper body, getting closer and closer to her.
The platinum silver eyes were filled with some kind of danger that was waiting to strike.
If Tang Rou looked back, she would see how close that delicate and cold face was to her.
At this time, she was attracted by the fish tail under her hand.
No, to be precise, it's the blood oozing from the fish's tail.
His blood flow seemed to be accelerating, and traces of golden-red blood oozed from the wounds that had been healed with a thin layer of mucus. But what really fascinated her was the smell of the blood.
There was a strange fragrance in her olfactory system.
It's sweet - the brain has already sent this signal.
Tang Rou felt that her blood was a little restless. She didn't notice anything wrong at first. She just felt that she was getting hot after taking a shower, and her heartbeat was getting faster and faster.
But then she gradually realized something was wrong, she actually wanted to taste his blood.
This is a desire induced by the body. Tang Rou will naturally not realize that this is because her current life is entirely fed by mermaid blood, nor will she realize that she is a person who has died once.
And at this moment, a pair of arms that were different from the usual cold temperature and exuded a slightly moist heat climbed onto her shoulders.
The mermaid sat up at some point, holding her tightly, his chest pressed against her back, his head resting against the crook of her neck as if he couldn't bear it, and he let out an indescribable, soft hum from his throat.
Tang Rou suddenly came back to her senses and forced herself to ignore the attraction that the mermaid blood brought to her.