Chapter 73：

Lance finally went to a small restaurant for dinner with Will.

There are not many types of food in Doom, and Lance doesn't seem to look like Weier wants to eat, so he directly orders Weier two grilled fish.

Weir looked at the two fishes exuding warmth in front of him. He frowned and tightened his lips. It seemed that he was very resistant.

"You are so strange,"

Lance looked at Weier, he asked curiously.

"Don't you like cooked food?"

"Why do you like to eat cooked food?"

Weier asked, "It's all corpses, why do you need to do one more step?"

Lance: "..."

Weier didn't want to wrong himself. The next second, in front of Lance, he directly pulled the box that Lance brought over.

He took out a fish, and just ate it in front of Lance.

Lance was so shocked that his pupils began to dilate.

He didn't expect Vail to eat the fish directly, and he didn't even deal with it.

You know, when Lance eats raw fish in the sea, he cuts the fish into fillets before eating it.

Now that someone is gnawing a raw fish so indifferently in front of Lance, Lance can't convince himself that the other party is eating sashimi.

Lance began to wonder if the person in front of him was a human being.

Thinking of Will's act of sending live fish from the beginning, the more Lance looked at Will the more subtle it became.

He had to feel subtle--

First, Wen Yu appeared very much like Wensor, and he could perceive Wen Yu's unpleasant breath...

If Wen Yu and Wencer are like a coincidence, the appearance of Naville makes Lance have to think about whether this coincidence is true.

Lance suddenly stretched out his hand and crossed the dining table. He touched Weier's face. After receiving Weier's attention, he held Weier's cheek and asked:

"Do you like me?"

Will blinked, and his azure pupils looked like a deep ocean under the light, clear and innocent:

"Yes it is."

He put down the fish in his hand and couldn't help but curl up his lips: "Lance, do you finally know that I like you?"

"Before admitting that you like me, I must figure out who really likes me."

Lance squinted and asked.

"Are you just Vail? What is the relationship between you and Winsor? Why do you use his face?"

The corners of Will's upturned lips stiffened.

The azure pupils quickly darkened.

For no reason, Lance suddenly felt a chill. He suddenly retracted his hand and looked at Weier, who was sitting in front of him in doubt and horror.

"Lance, I like you, I really like you."

Vail crossed his fingers and placed it on the dining table. He looked at Lance seriously and said,

"I know that you want to go back to the sea. As long as you say a word, I can wipe out the human beings on this earth for you. From then on, you can live freely in the sea."

Lance's face is ugly:

"What is your relationship with Winser?"

"Before you ask me this question, you might as well figure out what Wencer is."

Weir giggled and said,

"What is Winser?"

"He is just a black-tailed mermaid."

Lance said.

"Do you think that a black-tailed mermaid can make sea monsters listen to him? How could he appear in such a coincidence?"

Will laughed louder.

"I like your way of saying everything straightforwardly... So, I might as well tell you that I used to be part of the Winser in your mouth."

what?

Lance didn't understand what Will was talking about, he made a blank expression.

What does it mean? What is called a "part".

"In the ocean, some creatures, such as starfish, have broken an arm and leg, and this arm and leg will not die immediately. It may grow into another starfish."

There was a little malice in Will’s smile,

"This is our relationship with Winsor."

Weir raised a soul question:

"Do you think Winser is just a black-tailed mermaid now?"

Lance was so shocked that he couldn't say a word at this moment.

"However, I am different from Winsor."

Will looked at Lance, his eyes hot, hot emotions surging in his small pupils,

"Lance, haven't you realized it? A part of your current situation is deliberately created by Wencer. He is deceiving you and is going to continue this lie. I'm afraid you are back in the sea. I didn't realize that I was deceived."

Lance worked hard for a long time, but he could only squeeze out between his teeth:

"Wincer is not on the shore."

"Why do you think this way?"

Wil tilted his head innocently.

"As one of his avatars, I can sit here and chat with you. Do you think that Winser, as the subject, does not have this ability?"

Lance's face suddenly turned pale.

He vaguely felt that his conjecture was gradually being confirmed.

"Lance, I am different from him. My feelings for you are pure."

Will once again confessed affectionately,

"So, I won't lie to you, Lance, stay and stay with me, okay?"

Lance was silent again.

He was already shocked by the content of what Well said.

He vaguely noticed that the relationship between Will and Winsor is more like in the myth—

The main **** drops a part of himself from the body, and then that part will inherit certain characteristics of the main god, and then grow into a new god.

If this is the case, Naville should inherit Wincer's "pureness"——

This means Ver is direct and enthusiastic, completely emotional.

"If I were with you, what would you do with me?"

Lance asked the question tremblingly.

He had been with Wencer, and even though Wencer treated him tenderly, Lance still faintly noticed Wencer's unusual possessiveness.

Winser always seemed to want to hide him.

However, in the end, Wenser still did not implement this kind of thinking.

Will tilted his head and thought about this question. He was very naive and showed a childish smile:

"I will build you the most beautiful nest, and then put you in the nest."

Hearing this, Lance couldn't help taking a breath.

How did it sound like the coral bone he was staying in at the beginning?

If he hadn't always wanted to escape, would he be imprisoned in coral bones for a lifetime?

Thinking carefully, Lance even felt that the huge black tentacles he encountered at the time were all Wincer.

"I... my mind is a bit messy."

Lance felt that there was really too much information he knew today. He had to go back and take a stroke, and by the way, ask Wen Yu carefully what is going on with him.

Lance stood up, he was about to leave.

"Do you want to leave? Are you planning to return to that hypocritical clone?"

Will put a smile away, his face darkened.

"why?"

People are human because they are rational and will not become captives of feelings.

What's more, there was a saying called "Like is possession, love is restraint". Compared with the purely emotional Ver, Lance still thinks that metaphor, or Wencer, can bring him a sense of security, at least Wen Yu will consider it. His feelings, so Lance chose to go back.

However, Lance stiffened for a moment after feeling Ruowu's murderous aura on Vail's body.

He intuitively felt that he couldn't beat Vale, because Vale was not the same species as him.

Sometimes, the breath radiating from Wil's body made him want to escape unparalleled.

Lance gritted his teeth and said:

"I don't like you... I want to go back."

"That's a pity."

Weir sighed, then he shrugged, looking nonchalant.

"It's fine if you like me, but it doesn't matter if you don't like it. Anyway, I like you, and your thoughts have nothing to do with me."

Lance stopped, he looked at Weir very suspiciously, always feeling that the other party was holding back a big move.

"Aren't you curious about what Wencer's real body looks like?"

The corners of Ver's lips curled up, and under the light, there was an inexplicable charm, strange and changeable.

"He doesn't want to show you, I can."

Lance couldn't help taking a step back.

Wil slowly got up from his seat.

He took off his helmet.

The black hair was draped over Will's shoulders.

At that moment, the atmosphere in the entire small restaurant began to condense, and the overhead lights changed from warm yellow to cool white.

Lance stared at Weier in front of him, and he exhaled.

It was supposed to breathe at the same temperature as room temperature, but after Lance exhaled it, it turned into a cloud of white mist.

The temperature began to drop.

The rest of the people in the restaurant were unaware of the abnormality. They were still sitting there to eat and chat, and they didn't even feel the temperature drop and Lance was arguing.

Langston felt the horror at the time, he turned his head subconsciously and looked at the table closest to him.

The people at the table were drunk and they were talking loudly to each other, but Lance couldn't hear them at all.

Inside the small restaurant, there is a transparent barrier that separates Lance from the others.

At that moment, Lance fell into the ice cellar.

He reluctantly cleared up his feeling of wanting to run away desperately, and looked at Weier again.

Vere looked at Lance with his blue eyes, and then, the long black hair that was scattered on his shoulders, like a living thing, began to extend and stretch, and in less than a second, it grew from the shoulders to Ver. Heels.

After reaching the heels, the long black hair began to twist and make a "crunchy" sound. They crowded together and quickly spread to the entire restaurant in the blink of an eye.

And everyone in the entire small restaurant seems to be unable to see the black hair that is walking around. Some of them even maintain the posture of eating, and they are directly wrapped in black hair into a cocoon.

In the small restaurant, an unspeakable fishy smell began to spread.

From the floor to the ceiling were covered with black hair, only a chandelier remained, where it exudes a deadly cold white light.

Lance's pupils had turned into vertical lines due to the fright, and he stared at Weier in front of him.

In fact, Ver's facial skin has disappeared, replaced by a black one, barely maintaining the previous contour.

In the black, a pair of blue eyes exudes a full light, and underneath is a mouth grinning to the earlobe.

In other words, Vail abandoned his previous skin bag and sincerely showed his contents to Lance——

A cloud of inexplicable matter.

"You can't understand my existence... it's just a form that you can see."

Well, or the inexplicable thing in front of him, he spoke.

While he was speaking, the black hair closest to Lance twisted and turned into a thin tentacle, which went up along Lance’s calf, and finally climbed onto Lance’s shoulder, using its tiny tentacles. The tip, scratching Lance's cheek.

Lance trembled all over, but he dared not run away.

"My little fish, don't be afraid."

The black in front of him began to swell, he began to swallow the table in front of him,

"You won't have pain... just return to my body..."

The ethereal and entangled voice sounded directly in his mind. After Lance panicked, hallucinations began to appear before his eyes.

The terrifying scene in front of him was distorted and changed, and Lance was in the hazy, seeing the landscape in front of him undergoing earth-shaking changes——

There is no small restaurant, no chandeliers.

He was standing at the door of a familiar home, dragging a suitcase in his hand.

And Lance's mother, standing in front of him, looked at him tenderly and tolerantly, and opened her arms at him:

"Welcome home."

In an instant, Lance burst into tears.

The familiar living room, the familiar entrance hall, and the apron that his mother had worn for decades, Lan Si fixedly looked at the mother in front of him, accidentally, the memory was confused.

After boarding the Queen Mary, was he alive or dead?

Could it be that the Queen Mary did not sink at all, and there is no end...

Lance was just dragging his suitcase, traveling the globe with a group of colleagues, and finally came back?

"Come here, my child."

Lance saw it, and his mother said so.

The mother bent down, took the suitcase from his hand, and asked:

"Did you have fun?"

Lance almost shed tears.

In the eyes of outsiders, no matter what Lance's identity is, Lance is always a child with his mother.

He was wronged and missed, and tentatively took a step towards his mother.

He wanted to tell his mother that this cruise trip was not happy. He had a nightmare, in which he had nothing, and finally became a human fish.

However, after just taking such a step, Lance's whole body began to scream frantically--

Do not approach, do not approach, do not approach.

Lance stopped suddenly and looked at the mother in front of him suspiciously.

Mother put the suitcase next to her, stretched out her hand to hold Lance, trying to lead Lance into the house:

"What's wrong? Go home, don't you come in and see me?"

When Lance was about to open his mouth to call his mother, he did not expect that when he opened his mouth:

"Yi——"

In an instant, the nostalgia and tenderness all turned into cold sweat.

Lance touched his throat and woke up suddenly:

He is a mermaid.

He slept on the bottom of the sea for fifty years.

This tweet made Lance find himself.

Lance began to understand that being a mermaid is not a nightmare, and the mother in front of him may be his biggest nightmare now.

At this moment, Lance was so scared that Lance pulled his hand back from his mother's hand. He quickly backed up a few steps, but didn't want to trip over the threshold all of a sudden, and fell backwards——

After realizing that something was wrong, the illusion in front of him suddenly fell apart in Lance's thinking.

Lance broke free from the illusion. Instead of falling on the cold floor, he fell on a silky, silk-like thing——

He was wrapped in a ball of black hair.

The sticky, clammy hair was tangling around his body through the gaps in his uniform.

There is always a strand of hair on his right wrist, constantly tentatively pulling his hand.

Lance opened his mouth in fright, and started screaming regardless:

"Ay——"

A very high-frequency sound sounded, and everything nearby began to resonate with Lance's call.

The black hair began to tremble in the sound of the chirping. They were still swallowing, but when they were shaken by the high-frequency sound waves, these hairs seemed to be burned by fire, and they began to wriggle wildly and withdraw in the resonance.

"Kaka—crunchy—"

Countless black hair twisted into small tentacles, and began to retract his body in a panic.

After a while, the black hair that spread like a tide faded quickly in Lance's scream.

After Lance was released, he took a step back in a daze.

Only then did he realize that the darkness in front of his eyes had completely disappeared.

When he looked at Weier again, he was surprised to find that the place where Weier was before was empty.

In the entire small restaurant, only the small chandelier above his head was dangling.

The glass around the restaurant shattered, and all the people who ate in it lay on the ground, with a slimy layer of mucus on their bodies.

Lance looked around blankly, he really confirmed that Vail was gone.

This made Lance breathe a sigh of relief, but the next second, Lance took a breath.

He turned into a mermaid again.

The white fishtail directly pierced the trousers, and was carelessly on the ground.

Damn, what should I do?

Lance closed his eyes and wrinkled his nose vigorously, trying to "think" back his tail, but the tail that usually goes back when he "thinks" doesn't know why he just doesn't listen to changes at this time.

Now Lance panicked.

It is impossible for him to drag such a tail and walk on the street, right?

Lance turned around and dragged his tail, hurriedly walked to the front desk, and put the only worn-out tablecloth in the small restaurant on his tail.

At this time, the restaurant door was suddenly opened.

The moment Lance heard the door being pushed open, Lance almost screamed again.

A closer look at the result is a gentleness.

Lance's expression was very happy at first, but then it became very complicated when he remembered what Weir had said to him:

"Wen Yu, how do you know I am here?"

Wen Yu didn't answer Lance's question immediately. His eyes quickly circled the small restaurant, as if searching for something.

Afterwards, Wen Yu's face was pale, and it seemed that the result of a round of searching was that he found nothing.

Without waiting for Lance to ask anything, Wen Yu stepped forward quickly. He stood in front of Lance, looking at Lance’s white fishtail, and tried to hold Lance, but he did not know where to put both hands out. .

Lance and Wen Yu looked at the white fish tail and began to meditate.

What should I do with such a long fish tail?

Cough cough, fish——tail——ba——hold——hold——ah——

When Wen Yu and Lance were still tangling, a slow voice suddenly came from nearby.

Suddenly, both of them looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a fish tank.

Small restaurants, in order to show that the things in their small shops are all slaughtered and killed, they will put a fish tank at the door and put some fish in the fish tank.

Lance crawled over, took a closer look, and faced a palm-sized turtle in the tank.

It seems that the direction of the sea monsters' mutation has not all changed in the larger direction.

You-ok-ah-please-ask-you-can-no-can-put-me-

The turtle's mouth was opened and closed.

Lance had already fished the sea monster out of the tank with a black line on his face.

He didn't dare to ask how this turtle was caught. He was afraid that after hearing the story of this turtle, it was already dawn.

Thank you--

The turtle lay in the pocket of Lance's shirt and thanked him politely.

"Let's get out of here first."

Wen Yu stepped forward, and a princess of him hugged Lance...

Afterwards, Wen Yu looked at the fish tail mopping the floor with anxiety.

Lance thought for a while, he reached out his hand very cooperatively to hug Wen Yu's neck, and then the tail of the fish was wrapped around Wen Yu's waist like a snake tail, and then he hugged his fin.

"Hurry up and go."

Lance urged, "Cover it with that tablecloth."

This posture was particularly awkward. Although Wen Yu hugged Lance, it was more like Lance tied Wen Yu forcibly with his tail.

You—we—in—public—total—field—together—to end—are—

The turtle showed an expression of disapproval.

"Who mates?"

Lance almost exploded, did he mate?

Whose tail is it? He hasn't figured out whether Wen Yu in front of him is the vest of the black-bellied fish?