The merman, my man

Chapter 214

I dreamed an exceedingly erratic dream.

I saw my parents in faraway Japan, and my friends who were seeing me off at the harbor before my

voyage. I saw the many things that had happened at Lemenland and the underwater realm that

resembled a graveyard. I saw Jack Peter, Jolin, as well as Gary and Laura—along with a whole load of

messy stuff.

The memories played in my mind like slides in a film, rapidly and silently, before everything was

eventually reduced to fragments of light that drifted towards the distance.

I flexed my soft, long fishtail and tracked Dicken through a bright corridor that looked like it could be a

corridor that stretches through time. Everything I had gone through seemed to rush past me, all those

past delights and tribulations quietly falling into the water and leaving me behind.

“Linda?! Linda?! Can you hear me? Where are you?! “

As I groggily floated around the water currents, a voice jolted me awake, and I opened my heavy

eyelids to glance at a pile of clothes beside the waterhole.

Oh. It was my walkie -talkie, and Luna was calling me.

I pushed myself off the ground, and realized that my feet had returned as I rose to my feet, although

there

were several scales that had yet to peel off. My skin was also paler now to a shade that resembled

Dicken’s paleness, and a closer look reveals that my arteries now glinted in blue light—my blood must

be blue like Dicken’s. Moreover, I didn’t feel naked even though I was naked, and the water’s

temperature was so relaxing to me that I could fall asleep.

I realized that this might be the last time I reverted to my human form, because every part of my body

now carried the attributes of merfolk.

Dicken’s absence, and my lack of intimacy with him may have been why I did not change over the last

two years.

I got out of the waterhole and looked around. Dicken wasn’t around and there was not telling where he

had gone, and it was already nighttime outside.

There was a set of dry clothes on the table , clearly prepared for me by Dicken, and it seems that he

expected that I would revert to my human form. I took a deep breath in acceptance of the reality, got

dressed and picked up the walkie-talkie—it was soaked, but its signal bulb was still flashing, a

testament to its quality.

”Hello? Hello? Luna? It’s Linda, ” I called out through the walkie-talkie.

There was only static. I shook the water off it and pressed several buttons randomly, waiting for a while

until I could clearly hear Luna’s voice. ”Linda, you’re finally answering. Where are you?

Something’s wrong with the city, I’m worried.” ”Don’t worry, Luna, I ‘in safe. What is it? ” I asked. ” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

You sound so worried.“

Luna’s breaths appeared choppy. “Did you see today’s papers?“

“No, why?“

“You remember the German company that made a deal with Miya for those weird stones? They’ve

come to Venice too, but some of their people were suddenly killed this morning, their spines shattered

and their bodies left drifting through the canal. Can you believe it? Not broken—shattered—and the

marrow inside drained dry, and there was word that there were animal teeth marks over their necks. It’s

so scary… I can’t believe it! Where are you? Hurry on back, it’s dangerous outside, and the police are

trying to track down the monster.“

I gasped as my heart pounded from the details. Was it Dicken? The German company must have been

the company Laura and the others owned. It made sense if Dicken killed them to reclaim his bloodline,

but why shatter their spines and suck their marrow dry?

Was he feeding on them? But I had never heard about him liking that stuff… or did it serve as a

warning? That would be an overkill, however, as it kept all of Venice on alert.

It was weird. Why on earth…

“Got it. You guys don’t have to worry about me, thought—I have a friend here. I’ll stay in touch.“ With

those words, I turned off the walkie-talkie and walked with a heavy mind to the window of the research

lab, looking outside and searching for Dicken’s presence.