Four eyes.
Rand saw four eyes.
The fish in the bottle did not die. That moment when Rand approached the opening of the bottle, it suddenly shook its body. The four eyes were just like some kind of living creature independent of the fish, they quiver and roll over towards Rand. A complex design and color emerge from the edges, a trace of red light flits across its fluorescent pupil. Light blue fluorescent particles can be found throughout the seawater saturating the whole fish, and some semi-translucent tentacles are folded over layer by layer and stick to the wall of the bottle.
The fish drew back the corners of its mouth at Rand, and some hair-fine teeth were exposed, obstructing the sucker at the back of its oral cavity.
"Bang—"
The sense of fright in that split-second compelled Rand to involuntarily loosen his grip, and the bottle dropped to the ground.
The seawater inside trickled out, and some splashed onto the top of Rand"s foot.
The gray carpet became black after being moistened with water, the damp patches were like the enlarged shadow produced by a phantom, and a strong fishy smell filled the air.
Does seawater always smell so fishy?
Rand had questions flashing through his mind, but soon his train of thoughts was interrupted.
The fish hopped out of the bottle and leaped with difficulty onto the moist carpet, its tail smacked the floor six times. Rand shook when the fish fell within his line of sight again and he realized that there weren"t four eyes at all— it was just a decorative pattern on the fish"s body, nothing more.
Rand didn"t realize that he immediately breathed out a sigh of relief. His shoulders relaxed and it was only then that he found his heartbeat going very fast.
This was indeed somewhat foolish— Rand grumbled and felt a little embarra.s.sed. Rand acknowledged that he was really scared by the most primitive kind of camouflage for a creature.
The wound on its side seemed to be doing a bit better, Rand could no longer see that kind of horrific bright red flesh, a layer of white film was covering its wounds.
During this short period of time, while Rand was lost in thought, that fish had stopped flopping around. It was lying limp on the ground, its tail twitching slightly, and its mouth opening and closing.
When Rand"s soul came back to him, he charged into the kitchen in a fl.u.s.ter, trying to find a salad pot to fill with water and then quickly rushed back to the living room. However, at the moment when his fingertips were about to touch the fish, he remembered in a flash that it was a salt.w.a.ter fish, so he had to once again rush back, crushing some sea salt and throwing it into the water.
G.o.d knows how to raise a salt.w.a.ter fish, Rand thinks while stirring the salt in the water-filled salad bowl.
What he is fairly certain of is that the water needed to raise salt.w.a.ter fish is definitely not as simple as adding salt to freshwater. So, in fact, Rand already has no hope for the survival of this fish. He picked up the fish— its body was much heavier than his visual estimate, and its surface had a weird tactile sensation, like swan"s down or velvet. In any case, it is not slippery and moist as a fish should be, it feels warm to the touch too.
Rand instinctively fought back a shiver, and he quickly threw the fish into the salad bowl.
The fish sank to the bottom of the basin ramrod straight, Rand felt it might be dead. But after a moment, the fish tried to swim around slowly.
Honestly speaking, Rand felt that the fish was a bit strange. He frowned and poured some of the remaining salt.w.a.ter into the bowl in an attempt to make up for the deficiency to no avail.
He found some extremely tiny fish scales in the water from the bottle. Those fish scales were very transparent, but they reflected a faint blue gleam when illuminated by a certain angle of light. Rand noticed that there were many traces of scales falling off from the wound of the fish.
Maybe it was because of the discomfort in the bottle that made the fish lose some scales. Rand feels that the blue thing is probably the illusion caused by these scales.
Rand shrugged his shoulders. He lifted up the salad bowl and consciously placed it on the island table. The lighting of the kitchen fell on the back of the fish through the water surface, The backlighting on the surface layer looked like a layer of mother-of-pearl on the fish"s moving and twisting gray body.
(TN: Mother-of-pearl or nacre is like the metallic sheen on the inner part of a sh.e.l.l, look it up if you want a better image in your head, too tired to think of any avid descriptions.)
Rand looked at the fish uncontrollably for a while. On the reef, he thought it was just a dully colored fish, but now it seems that it was actually not so ugly, he thought. Despite this, Rand felt a little regretful, he really didn"t know how to raise a strange salt.w.a.ter fish. Maybe when he woke up from his bed the next day, the fish will have already died from the "seawater" he had mixed. Rand felt a little jittery. He really didn"t know what he was thinking at the time. Looking at its current state, perhaps if he had left the fish there back then, its survival rate would be a little higher.
"No matter what, little fellow," he said, lowering his head to the fish, "I hope you can get better soon."
The fish swims in a circle around its salad bowl enclosure, its eyes were just like gla.s.s beads, as well as the circular markings appear to be looking at Rand.
Rand reached out and tapped on the salad bowl. The stainless steel basin made a dull watery sound, and the fish swishes its tail. At least it seemed normal now.
Rand left the kitchen and began to tidy up the carpet.
"This is such a good day."
Rand said to himself.
The whole room was still filled with that smell. Rand plugged his nose. He felt that he might have had a bit of an issue because after smelling this scent for a long time, he actually felt that the thick fishy smell seemed to resemble that of fermentation. It was a kind of scent close to a viscously sweet and unctuous rotten fragrance.
He used paper towels to absorb the majority of the moisture out of the carpet, sprayed some air freshener, and finally dried the surface of the carpet with a hairdryer. While he was doing these things, he could occasionally hear the splashing sound of the fish when it turned around in the salad bowl.
The salad bowl is too small for the fish, maybe he should go buy a fish tank.
—This is the last thought Rand Sievers had before going to sleep that night.
In the dark, the clock is ticking away.
The fishy ocean smell that had originally already faded from the room suddenly thickened once more. Just like what Rand saw before going to sleep, the fish still swims slowly in a circle around the salad bowl, but the difference is the blue fluorescence that appears on the edge of each scale on its body which Rand thought was the middle of a circular pattern markings on its body, and the red eyeb.a.l.l.s swiveling behind the transparent film.
A gray little thing— furry-skinned, slender tail, four small paws— a mouse, now rushed out of its den and noisily entered the kitchen.
Rand had always been a clumsy man. When he searched for the salad bowl and sea salt, the pre-prepared rolled oats were taken out of the cupboard by him and then piled up on the kitchen counter.
The mouse was attracted over to it. It deftly climbed onto the kitchen counter and concentrated on gnawing through the wrapper of the rolled oats, but it was definitely not presumptuous. From a distant place, there was the occasional sound of a car hurtling past. It stopped, its whiskers went forward, single-mindedly focused on its surrounding environment.
The smell becomes thicker.
A layer of blue fluorescence appeared from the edge of the salad pot.
The rat"s whiskers were trembling and it seemed to sense something. Soon, it gave up the food in front of it, and after a short pause, it suddenly scuttled over to the brink of the cooking counter.
A slender tentacle shot out and directly penetrated the mouse"s eyes.
The corpse of the mouse slammed onto the tabletop, its dead body was like an empty leather bag. The slender, fluorescent thing slowly came out from the edge of the salad bowl, its body was as soft that it completely covered over the mouse"s dead body.
After a while, it slowly climbed back into the salad bowl.
The tabletop of the cooking counter is completely empty and unusually clean.
(TN: I"m too tired to think of anything too creative but uh... Poor mouse? Also, our fish gong is free from the water bottle and has upgraded(?) to salad bowl!)