How to keep a human in captivity

Chapter 11

The mermaids began to sing.

This is almost a standard procedure of the mermaid "blind date meeting". All adult mermaids who have not yet formed a family will sing on this day.

Songs are said to guide merfolk to their destined mates.

The singing of the mermaids merged into the sea water, so the sea water seemed to have a melody, the rippling water waves, the air bubbles stripped from the surface of the seaweed, and even the carefree swimming fish schools at the bottom all had a melody.

The mermaid's singing is beautiful, wonderful and intoxicating.

It can hardly be described in words, but every organ in your body will feel joy and comfort for such singing. It is a singing from the deep sea, with the pure tranquility and deep vastness that belong to the ocean, giving your soul supreme The tranquility, the supreme breadth, it makes you feel peaceful, and you even want to immerse yourself in this tranquility, never wanting to wake up again, it has a fatal beauty.

No human being can resist the singing of the mermaids, John was so warned by the merfolk, so he plugged his ears with seaweed, and then lay on his shell bed and opened an ancient book, so as to get rid of the fact that it should have nothing to do with him. day.

But John still heard the mermaid's singing.

For the song went to the very depths of his soul and made his whole soul vibrate, an indescribable feeling that urges man to come out of his house, to swim into the sea, to float to the surface, to go To find, to find the source of the singing.

But that singing soon died away.

The human John was floating on the surface of the sea. He couldn't describe the sense of loss in his heart. This was a feeling he had never felt before. He didn't even know that there was such a deep emotion buried in his heart.

The singing gradually faded away, and the emotions that permeated the human heart slowly disappeared, and the great sense of loss disappeared, as if they had never been there.

John regained his sanity.

In fact, he even thought that he was originally an emotionally deficient person, and he never thought that he could have such big mood swings.

Or is this the charm of the mermaid's singing?

John thought, and then took a look in the sea, and this time he saw an acquaintance, no, it was a familiar mermaid.

Arthur sang casually, sitting on a rock, flicking his tail in the sea.

He would not look for any merfolk, nor did he hope that any merfolk would follow the song to find him.

So he sang for a while and then stopped, as if a mission had been accomplished, and Arthur nodded to himself with satisfaction, and he opened a little bauble Ford had given him.

Ford has been following Zhanford recently to search for treasures in shipwrecks at the bottom of the sea. This is a voice recorder he discovered, a white metal plate, which is said to be able to record what humans say on it. Well, humans and mermaids use the same lingua franca, and the best part is that this thing is waterproof.

"You always have a little present for your future mate," said Ford. "You're welcome!"

Oh, Ford is a good friend, isn't he?

Now, Arthur opened this gadget that was supposed to be used to please his sweetheart, and coughed: "well, now let me see what you can do."

A string of beautiful cursive characters appeared on the metal screen. They collided, trembled, tilted, and then arranged in a certain order, and then Arthur saw a sentence on it.

— well, now let me see what you can do.

Arthur blinked, well, this is indeed a good thing to pass the time, what should he use it to record?Ford had suggested that he write some nice love words on it, and Arthur didn't think it was a good idea, but he could come up with better ones from it.

"Well, I have a human."

—Well, I have a human.

The beautiful characters floated on the screen again, and they even prepared a beautiful heart for the end of this sentence.

Arthur didn't recognize the symbol, but he thought it was pretty, so he went on.

"He's a tall, lanky guy with a... nice personality, a bit stubborn, well, though he's not going to be happy, I'd say childish."

"Smart, learned, paranoid."

"Like skydiving, a supposedly exciting human sport... and coats, coats are important. I've never seen him talk about coats, but he likes to emphasize that."

"Voice is captivating, amazing speed."

"He's special, of course, you can't deny that."

"You can't be mad at him, well, he never seems to be mad."

"Patience to persuade him will work in most cases, but not because you really persuaded him, but because he no longer wants to spend time arguing with you."

"He hid a conch under his pillow and thought I didn't know."

"Like the classics, and he keeps them in a thing called a refrigerator, which Jamford gave him too... Honestly, I don't know what the point is."

"If he said it was lackluster." Arthur paused and muttered, "It means he likes this."

"No, I don't like it." The human John said suddenly, and he got out of the sea, which gave Arthur a big jump.

Arthur glared at his human being, while the other party was still chattering and refuting: "Besides, I don't have any stupid conch under my pillow."

"No, you have."

"No."

"Have!"

"No."

"Well... this argument sounds stupid." Arthur closed the recorder and cleared his throat. "Let's end this and tell me, why are you here?"

Human eyes began to wander: "well... well, tides are divided into three categories, the semi-diurnal tide that rises and falls twice a day; the diurnal tide that only rises and falls once a day in some places; , There will be two ups and downs, and there will be another ups and downs in a few days, which is called mixed tides. Most of them are related to the gravitational force of the moon, which is a very wonderful natural phenomenon."

Arthur glared at him.

"I'm here to watch the tide."

"You overheard my speech."

"No, I insist I'm here to see the tides."

"And eavesdropped on me by the way," insisted Arthur.

Human eyes moved again: "This argument sounds even more stupid, why can't we solve this problem in a human way?"

in a human way.

That sounds a little familiar, Arthur thought.

Then they passed out together in the drunken algae.

Humans like to solve problems with alcohol.

But they must not like the headache after a hangover.

Arthur sighed in pain, he really shouldn't be drinking with his own humans, now his humans look great, and he himself sucks.

"Good morning, Arthur."

The smile on his human face froze before it could bloom.

"what happened to you?"

Arthur felt a pair of strong hands supporting his crumbling body, but a burning pain came from his tail, and he was horrified to find that his scales were falling off.

Merfolk change their scales every 100 years, but they are usually painless.

This is not normal, his scales are oozing blood, they are falling off for no reason.

"I don't know..." Arthur felt that the pain made him unable to see clearly, "God of the Sea, I don't know."

The human hugged his mermaid, and his mermaid looked so painful and lost.

The humans took Arthur back to the gathering place of the mermaids as quickly as possible.

Half an hour later, Tricia said seriously to Arthur's humans.

"Arthur has been poisoned."

The author has something to say:

You should be drinking out of beakers [quick stop

Well, the prelude to abuse...but it should be a little abuse, cover your face